Chapter 34 #2
Her gaze grew heavy before dropping and settling on my lips. I inhaled a breath, cooling the red-hot skin under her fingers as they scraped over my arm to my hand that held her throat. A dark understanding flashed in her eyes as she added more pressure and whispered, “We. We’ll do it together.”
The monster won.
I squeezed. Her breath caught. Reality blurred, and all I saw was Vivi on her back, legs spread, and her pink pussy glistening with a knife handle poised at her center. That bastard and how he coveted my wife.
“You asked for this,” I said through my clenched jaw, trying to escape the vision filling my mind. Then I gave her my only truth where she was concerned. “I need.”
I needed her. I needed her forgiveness. I needed her love, her body, her thoughts, and her compassion, and I needed to wipe away this one memory we shared.
She writhed. I squeezed harder and brought us both to our knees in the same spot on the floor where she had her hands held above the halo of her silver hair.
I kissed away her fear, starting at her temple, her cheeks, and licking along the line of her jaw.
Then the devil took me, and I bit. Scraping down her throat, I found her rioting pulse and used my teeth to tug at her skin.
To consume her as the monster consumed me, as if she could become a part of my madness.
To show her how obsessed I was. How addicted.
I would do anything she asked of me, even if that meant allowing her to revel in my dark side.
She squirmed and sucked in a jagged breath.
I gagged her, using the underwear lying next to her head.
She screamed, and my pulse pounded. I nipped at her collarbone and then down to her breasts, barely covered by that scrap of spandex.
The fabric disintegrated with an easy tug, and she was naked.
I was hard, so fucking hard that my dick surged beyond the rim of my waistband.
Her nipples were tight, rigid buds, the same ruddy hue as her lips, seemingly darker in the dim light of dawn.
Bloodred. So were the crescent moons my teeth made on her ivory skin.
The wolf howled.
I grunted, forcing her legs open wide and holding her down while she fought against the intrusion. We wrestled until I had her wrapped up and pinned beneath me. Eye to eye, I told her exactly what would happen next.
“You’ll never think of him again. Quel cazzo di cazzo senza spina dorsale (That fucking spineless dick) is nothing. He’s nothing. I’m your everything, Vivienne, and it’s my turn to show you what I need.”
I growled and reached for my zipper. The sound ripped through the silence, and she groaned.
I fisted my length while she bucked. I gripped her tit and she arched from the floor, squealing and purring, urging me to do it again with her lazy lids and wiggling hips.
I complied, but with my teeth on her tit and with my fist gripping her hair to keep her in place while I feasted on her flesh.
All while my free hand roamed and pinched, petting and nipping until I found the treasure at the apex of her thighs.
I rubbed and rolled her clit between my fingers. So slick and smooth, I longed to taste and take my time eating her pussy, but that wasn’t what she needed. As selfish as I was, this was for her, even when I wanted her to think the opposite was true.
“Do you know what this is?” I hissed, looking up at her dazed expression. “This is my cunt. I made it swollen and wet, dripping wet just for me. I own your body.” I flicked her clit. She whimpered. “I own your pain, and I’ll give you pleasure. Every memory belongs to me.”
Just like our first time, I pressed the throbbing head of my cock to her entrance, holding her captive and attentive with the pressure. Keeping her vision locked on my own, I gave her an inch of damnation. Just an inch. But she wrapped her legs around my waist, provoking me for two more.
“You’re mine, il mio il mio uccellino, and no one takes what belongs to me.” I thrust forward, stabbing into her with a rutting need to take. To own. To claim her cries and my greatest possession.
The heat was unreal. The tight clutch of her cunt was heaven, and the memories hell.
I worked them from her mind and mine with each drive forward.
Pleasure burned away the ability to speak or think.
I lived in the present, reveling in each merciless stroke, the squeak from Vivi’s lungs after the punch forward, my thundering heart, and the scrape of her nails when she remembered they were unbound.
How she removed her gag and used her hands to bring my mouth to hers.
Sweat slicked us together, a conduit for the live wires that were nerve endings.
I felt everything. Every inch sliding in.
The tight clench of her body. Her soft lips, and the nips she took with her teeth.
Every tiny muscle, and her strength when she rolled us over and slid on top only to take my dick and guide it back into her pussy.
My glorious queen.
She owned me.
I trembled beneath her, clutching at her waist as her tits bounced and swayed.
“Look at me,” she demanded. I didn’t have a choice, already caught by the fire in her eyes. “Look at me while I use you. Look at me while I make you mine.”
“I am,” I confessed, sitting up and holding her closer. “I’m yours. Don’t ever let go. Promise me.”
She kissed me then, a searing pledge of faith unlike anything we’d shared before. We moved together, rubbing and rolling our way to pure feeling. Her mouth fell to my shoulder, open and breathless. I bounced her on my dick, faster and harder.
“Luca.” She threw her head back. “Good God.”
I buried my nose in the curve of her neck, just as I buried myself into the deepest part of her—taking us both to a place where we didn’t have to think about what tomorrow would bring.
Hell.