Chapter 50 Allegra #3
"Is it so bad? You don't seem terribly attached to your husband." He twirls me around once before my front comes into contact with his once more, this time closer, our bodies lined up perfectly.
A breath catches in my throat as his hand goes slightly lower. I turn my eyes to his, curious to see what hides in his gaze when he's charming other women—not his wife.
"He isn't very attached to me," I turn my head to the side, feigning disappointment. "He's a philanderer who doesn't care about my feelings."
"How could anyone not care about your feelings, cara? You're simply exquisite." I feel his breath just below my ear, hot, sinful, and inviting.
"Tell that to his many mistresses," I retort ironically.
"He's a fool then, if he doesn't know what he has." His fingers are playing with mine in a pose that would send a classical dance instructor into a frenzy. Slowly moving lower, they brush over my wrist before he takes it and brings it to his mouth.
"What would be the best punishment for such an adulterer? In your opinion?" I try to ignore the way my skin reacts to his touch or how my heart breaks seeing him do to another all the things he's done to me.
"Hmm," he starts, and he lowers his face so that there's barely any distance between us. "A knife through the heart?"
I can't help it as I throw back my head and laugh. How appropriate.
I might take you up on your offer. Soon.
But for now, I'm going to take advantage of this interaction.
Come on, Enzo, kill my heart so I can kill yours.
"Exactly," I exclaim. "Imagine how he'd feel if I engaged in the same… affairs." I throw the idea out to him, wanting to see his reaction.
"Not too well. I know I wouldn't. If I had someone like you," he whispers, his hand still making love to mine, "I'd hold on so tight I'd never let go."
"Is that so?" I ask in a breathy tone, raising my head to taunt him with my lips close to his cheek, and then to his lips. "Then maybe I should do just that. Give him a taste of his own medicine."
The hand on my back tightens, bringing me flush against him—so close I can feel his growing arousal.
"Really?" he drawls, his voice sending shivers down my back. There's a sudden tension in the way he holds onto me, and for a second I worry he might break me.
"Tell me, sir," I say in my most innocent voice, "would you fuck me so I can get back at my husband?"
"Is that what you want, gorgeous? To be fucked by a stranger just to get your revenge?"
"Oh," I giggle lightly, "it's just the start of the revenge. But it will do quite nicely."
Still holding onto me, he leads me out of the ballroom and into the garden. For all the buzz inside, there's barely anyone outside.
He backs me into a dark corner until my back hits the wall of the house.
Is this going to help? If I know for sure he'll just fuck any woman?
Yes, it will. My hand won't tremble on the trigger when I do aim for his heart.
"Little lamb, little lamb, out with the wolves," he says, his lips brushing against mine but not quite.
"Kneel," he commands, and I frown, looking questioningly at him.
"Kneel. You wanted to be fucked by a stranger, and you will. But we do it my way."
He pushes my shoulders until I find myself on my knees in front of him, peering up at him from below.
His hand cups my jaw, his finger stroking my jawline.
"You want to play in the dark, little lamb, don't you?" he asks, his words not making much sense.
His hands leave my face as he undoes his pants, taking his hard cock out and stroking it in front of me.
God, am I really doing this?
I scramble back, suddenly disgusted with myself for even contemplating this madness, let alone letting it get this far.
But his hand is back on my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"Aw, giving up already?" he mocks, but the tone he's using does the opposite—it makes me want to prove him wrong.
I snatch my face out of his hands and move on my knees until I'm at eye level with his cock.
We've never done this before.
He's never let me give him a blowjob before, and not for lack of trying. He'd always distract me by going down on me or just fucking my brains out.
The fact that he's doing it with another woman only makes the chasm in my chest fissure even further.
Taking his cock in my hand, I dip my head, brushing my lips against him, my tongue stroking the underside.
He hisses, pushing at my hair.
"Yes, little lamb, suck that cock real nice," he groans when I open my mouth to take more of him inside.
But this is oh-so-very wrong because not only is his dick in my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat, but I also feel myself growing wet when I should be anything but.
Using my hands, I stroke him up and down as I suck on the head, my lips wrapping around his girth, my tongue lapping at him.
"Fuck!" he curses, and his hand goes to the back of my head, pushing me toward him until his cock makes me gag.
"I'm going to come, little lamb, and I want you to swallow every last drop. Think you can do that for me?" he asks, his thumb stroking my cheek affectionately.
I nod, and before I know it, spurts of his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallow it all down and find him staring at me, still tenderly massaging my cheek.
"Fuck if you're not every man's wet dream," he groans, and his words are like a cold shower, dispelling the spell I found myself under and waking me up to the sobering reality—he's being more gentle to a stranger than he's ever been with me.
His cock still pulsating in my mouth, a sudden thought enters my mind.
I should bite down. Make sure he'll never stick it in anyone else.
Looking up seductively at him through my lashes, I take advantage of his post-orgasmic haze to wrap my mouth around the shaft and take him deeper before clamping down with my teeth.
Take that, you adulterous son of a bitch!
He jerks in pain, and I feel a trickle of blood on my tongue. Before I can do more damage, he's out of my mouth and holding me by the throat, his eyes glinting dangerously in the dark.
Did I go too far?
"A little bloodthirsty, aren't we?" he raises an eyebrow at me.
I struggle against his hold but only manage to take one step before I find myself backed against the wall. Enzo is at my back, his hand traveling up my thigh and reaching for my underwear.
"Was that your plan all along, little savage? Have me at your mercy so you can make me bleed?" His breath is hot on my neck as he rips my panties with one tug.
Damn it! I forgot how dangerous he can be.
"This is why you wore this flimsy dress, isn't it? Cock bait, aren't you?" he asks, his voice ragged as he drags his fingers through my drenched folds.
"Fucking hell, you're soaked." I feel him at my back, pushing his body into me, his bloodied cock right between my ass cheeks.
"Let me go," I tell him, sending my elbow into his gut.
"Didn't you come to get fucked? I don't do things by half, little lamb, and it seems you've been a very naughty girl. Playing with me like this… was it fun?" he asks, one finger settling on my clit.
A whimper escapes me at the sensation.
"Your body's asking to get fucked at this point. Your pussy's begging for my cock, isn't it?" he continues, his finger still playing with my clit.
"You want my bloody cock to fill you up, don't you, little savage? Feel how my blood and cum mix in your dripping cunt," his movements on my clit speed up and I almost lose it. But even so, I know I can't allow this, so I try to move aside—anything to escape his hold.
His hands tighten over my waist, his body lined up with mine against the wall. Then his cock is nudging at my entrance, the head barely making it inside before I'm already convulsing, my walls closing in on him.
One thrust and he's all the way inside, stretching me and filling me at the same time. I feel the stickiness of the blood coupled with my juices as he starts moving in and out.
"Maybe this isn't punishment enough for you," he says, his teeth scraping the skin right below my ear. "Maybe I should take your ass next." I gasp at his words and start struggling. But I can't do anything as he holds me even tighter, his hips pistoning in and out of me with more aggression.
God, I should hate this… I really should.
But my starved body meets each of his thrusts, absorbing every bit of pleasure he can give me. My soul, on the other hand, just becomes bleaker.
Are you satisfied now, Allegra? You have all the proof you need that your husband is a disgusting bastard—and a cheater.
Admitting to myself that I'm a pathetic mess way over my head, I stop struggling.
I just let him fuck me, feeling every stroke of his cock and the way he holds me flush to his chest as his hips move against me, his dick sliding in and out.
When he finally finds his release with a ragged moan, I take advantage of his lowered guard to push him off, righting my skirt and fleeing from his presence.
"Run, little lamb, run," his mocking voice follows me as I turn the corner and make my way into the house again. I can feel the mix of blood and cum slowly leaking out of me, and I find a secluded corner to clean myself up.
I just got irrefutable proof that my husband is a fucking degenerate.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
I won't cry. Not anymore.
Instead, I steel myself against any emotion. And by some unknown luck, as I head back to the party, I catch a glimpse of my mother.
She's also making my job easier as she heads toward the restroom. I guess now I don't need to try to get her alone.
I follow behind her, my steps bringing me closer to my goal for the night. She enters the restroom, and I catch the door, locking it behind me.
She's in a stall doing her business, so I prop myself against the counter, staring into the mirror—into the foreign eyes looking back at me.