Chapter 13 #3
Soren leans in just as my dizzy head is starting to clear and kisses me.
I moan into the kiss and wrap my arms around his shoulders, desperately wanting to feel his stronger, broader body against my own.
Arms, chest, legs…his thick neck, his hard dick.
I want to feel everything. Every single part of him.
I kiss him back urgently, pressing my lips against his like it’s the last thing I’ll get to do on earth. Soren kisses me deep and firm, claiming my mouth, overpowering me in every way. Like he owns me.
Right now, he does.
Outside of this house, my power is above his. My family is stronger than his.
In here, in this bed…Soren dominates me, and I’m desperately obsessed with it. With him.
“Soren,” I groan as his chest presses against me and his cock, wet with precum, brushes mine. His name is muffled by the kiss.
Soren licks my lips and then pulls back just enough to speak.
“Impatient fucker,” he huffs at me. His words don’t upset me; they only make me cling to him tighter.
He bites and kisses at my jawline. My leg is aching from the skin being stretches and the muscles being used in ways they shouldn’t be, but I ignore it. I don’t care. Not now.
Suddenly, Soren pulls back and shoves me onto my stomach. He shoves a pillow under my groin, trapping my cock there, and my ass is elevated off the bed.
“How many do you deserve, huh?” he asks, breathlessly and voice husky.
All I can do is breathe.
“Don’t wanna count? You get a lot more if you don’t count, baby,” he teases me. “Maybe you want that. Maybe you’re a naughty sick motherfucker, huh? You’d have to be to be in here with me.” He leans down and bites me on the ass.
I yelp softly, but pleasure and heat flood my ass cheek. I squirm against the pillow.
“Please, Sir,” I beg him. “I need it.”
“Yes, you do,” Soren replies, and suddenly his hand smacks against my bare ass so hard that my toes curl. My ass wiggles with each thwap of his large palm against it. He starts slow, one smack, two smack, three, a slight rub between each one. Alternating…but then, he speeds up.
“You like that, Carmine?” he asks me. “You like getting your ass spanked?”
I moan in response, gripping a pillow with my hands and shoving my face halfway against the mattress. The sheets are nearly in my mouth.
I don’t feel like some big and powerful mafia lord right now. I don’t feel like a man who has to be in control of everything. Who has to cope and grieve. Who needs to get his shit together.
I feel…free.
“Come on, let it out, Carm,” Soren orders me. “Let me hear you.”
Smack!
He spanks me even harder and I let myself be heard whimpering and groaning.
“Yes!” I gasp out. “Yes, yes!”
I sound so fucking pathetic, and I want more.
“Spank me until my fucking ass hurts when I sit tomorrow,” I say through panted breathes.
Soren growls under his breath and suddenly I hear something. Leather and clanking buckles.
“Belt okay?” he asks me, his voice a bit softer, lower.
My entire body lights up. My cock is dripping against my stomach from where it’s trapped between me and the pillow. No doubt causing a damp spot.
“Fuck yes!”
I’ve barely gotten the words out when I feel a sharp sting against both of my ass cheeks.
He’s spanking me with his belt. I can feel the leather reddening my skin even further.
All I can do is wriggle and grip the sheets with my hands tighter.
My ass is throbbing, and I think that I might not be able to take anymore right as he stops.
“Such a good boy…” he whispers and leans down and kisses all over my ass. His stubble brushes my skin and I shiver.
“It hurts,” I sigh, happily.
“And you like it, filthy boy,” he croons.
The words he calls me, they’re familiar. Someone called me those things in the past. When I was unable to consent. When I was too small and lacked any real power.
They had been sickening then…but now?
Now they feel exhilarating.
Something about the moment is cathartic in a way that I’ve yet to process.
A weight is starting to be lifted off my shoulders. My entire body.
Soren kisses my entire body, head to toe. From the soles of my feet, up my calves, the backs of my thighs, my ass, my back…until he reaches my shoulders.
It’s like he’s devouring me, and I love it.
I feel him lean down against me. His cock pressed against my ass.
“I need you,” he says, his voice so needy and desperate that it makes my own length swell even more.
“Take me,” I reply breathlessly.
What I don’t say is the second part that lingers in my brain.
I’m yours.
Soren kisses the back of my neck, hard and messy.
Then there’s a bit of fumbling around in the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed.
Whatever he finds seems to be good enough, because I hear it open, and he groans for a moment.
Then, his wet fingers find my asshole and he slips a couple of them in, lubing and opening me up for him.
I gently grind my hips down and my ass up against his fingers. So unbelievably needy for him that I can’t really process it. My head is fuzzy. The room is hot and humid. I can’t even really see anything, much less him, but it doesn’t matter.
Soren’s fingers slide out of me and I whine in protest.
“You’re like a desperate little bitch,” he growls. “So desperate for my cock inside you.”
He doesn’t make me wait long, which only speaks to his own desperation.
Soren fumbles for a second to find my hole in the darkness but finally does.
As every single inch of him slides into me, one bit at a time…slow and steady, my mouth open and my eyelids flutter.
His cock fills me so perfectly. I almost forgot how good it felt the first time. He is a perfect match, and all I can do is moan as he starts to fuck me. His thrusts are hard and quickly build up momentum, but not too much.
His hand rests on the small of my back, and his other hand slides up my back until it finds my hair.
Soren pulls me up so that I’m holding myself up on my knees with his help as his arm winds around my body.
“Soren!” I gasp out between a moan. “Oh fuck…fuck! That feels so fucking good.” I tilt my head back against his shoulder and his mouth slides along the side of my face.
“Yeah…fuck, take it. Take my cock, baby,” he pants out near my ear.
I can’t keep my eyes open, or my mouth closed. I’m practically drooling.
“J-Just like that, y-yes,” I moan. My own dick is swaying with the movements, getting precum everywhere as he massages my prostate from the inside with his thick length.
The sounds of the bed creaking and his hips slapping against my ass only turn me on more.
I wouldn’t even care if someone came in the house right now. If one of my brothers caught us.
The way Soren fucks me is so good, that the world could end all around us and I’d beg him to keep going.
My moans become incoherent as he picks up the pace.
Fucking me raw and hard.
He’s whispering something in my ear between his breathes, but I can’t make it out. My entire body is red hot and my mind is miles away.
Nothing else exists, nor does it need to.
The way his body moves against mine, the way my own body grinds and rubs back against his—his chest, his thighs—it’s all so warm, wet, and perfect.
Perfect, perfect. I keep repeating this word in my head over and over and over. It’s the only one that makes any sense.
Tears gather in my eyes, and I don’t stop them from falling. I let them drip down my face as the pressure builds up in my groin.
Suddenly, I’m dropped onto the bed, on my stomach, and Soren is on top of me. He humps me, his cock barely leaving my ass with each one, and I feel his cum fill me up. Each spurt of cum makes me shudder in pleasure.
I feel myself close too, but I don’t come yet.
Not even as he rocks his hips against me while still inside of me, massaging me even deeper.
The sounds Soren makes, guttural and low, are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. No man or woman, or person, has ever been as genuinely sexy and beautiful as he is in this moment.
As he pulls out of me and falls onto his back. I slowly manage to roll onto my side.
He’s panting for air, but seems to notice that I haven’t come yet. The next second his mouth is around me.
Seeing Soren Fiorelli sucking my cock is enough to send me over the edge. Not his soft mouth, not his tongue swirling around the head of my dick, but just…him.
I come into his mouth three seconds later and he swallows it down without a word.
My entire body tenses and releases with a hard shiver that puts me half to sleep.
I can’t open my eyes. I can’t do anything but lay there. I don’t know how I’m even laying until I feel Soren’s arms around me. His chest against me.
I nuzzle my face into his shoulder, and our legs tangle together.
The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is his voice saying,
“Mine.”
Soren has to get back home to deal with the damage he caused. Though, he’d probably say it’s part my damage as well. I’m not the one who tried to kill me and then saved my ass.
As far as I’m concerned, I did nothing wrong.
At least when it comes to that.
However, as I sit all alone fresh out of a shower, next to a pile of blood-soaked clothing, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. A feeling of disgust and sadness fills my chest.
Sex with Soren was the best thing I had ever felt in my entire life.
It was so passionate and real. So safe, somehow. Except it wasn’t, was it?
Could it really be safe when the man that was holding me down to the bed, spanking me with his belt, was also the same man who threatened to kill me? Whose uncle literally had an entire plan about bringing my family down?
“Fuck,” I mumble and put my head in my hands.
How can I be so stupid?
Soren says he’ll get it figured out, but will he? Not to mention, can I even promise my loyalty to him, when he can’t promise his to me? Not entirely. His family, at least Eivor, still wants me gone so that they have an easier time taking over.
Good fucking luck with that.
I find it amusing that Eivor seems to think Alessio will be easier to deal with than me. I’m willing to make a deal, even now, but him? My brother isn’t going to be. Not if they cause my death. Whether directly or indirectly.
I groan and look toward the door.
I need to get dressed in some fresh clothing and get back home before the morning. Before someone finds out about what happened in that room. They’ll know when they wake up, and I want to have a little more time to prepare myself for facing my brothers about it.
“Fucking Soren instead of getting your shit together, good boy,” I grumble to myself. “How fucking sick are you?”
Tears are hot in my eyes, but unlike earlier, I fight them.
How could I enjoy what he did to me knowing what happened to me when I was young?
Maybe I’m even more messed up than I realize.
I take a deep breath, brush my fingers through my freshly washed hair, and decide I don’t have the time to deal with that right now.
I’ll just have to suck it up and move on.
Like I’ve always had to do.