Chapter Forty-Eight
Matteo
“Y -yes.”
That’s my wife .
That’s my wife trembling in response to the barest of my touches.
I’m getting ahead of myself. She’s not my wife yet, but she will be the second I find her sister.
I could die with excitement at the thought of her in a pretty white dress, walking down the aisle to me. My dreams, which for a long time have almost exclusively featured blood and gore, now include quite a worrisome amount of tulle.
My hand slips beneath the band of her panties and Valentina moans. I love how responsive she is to my darker side. It’s the only time she ever does what I ask. My fingers dance down her bare mound to her pussy where I dive down between her soaked folds.
“Matteo…” she whimpers.
I cup the back of her neck and bury my face in her throat, inhaling her scent with a ragged groan. She smells divine, like fig and vanilla, but just behind it, she still smells like me. My cock throbs, pushing against the zipper of my trousers like a beast pawing at the ground, demanding to be let out.
My fingers move up and down her wet pussy. I ignore her needy clit, ignore the way she tries to forcefully rub it against my palm, and tease her entrance instead, driving her wild.
“Yes, cara ?” I rake my teeth on a vein along her throat and bite the underside of her jaw.
“What…” she gasps, arching into me. I don’t need to look up into her face to know her eyes are screwed shut, her mouth parted. “What are you going to do? Oh !”
Valentina cries out as I press two fingers past her entrance, shoving them deep. The breath expires in her lungs as I bury them all the way inside.
Moving up her throat with a path of heated kisses, I reach her ear and suck her lobe into my mouth. She mewls, arching her hips against mine and fisting my shirt.
“What I’ve been wanting to do since the day I met you.” She shudders as my warm breath tickles her ear. “I’m going to make every last inch of you mine.”
Valentina stiffens in my arms. Her resistance is tantalizing. It’s the fight that I love most in her, not her submission.
Her eyes fly open as I grip her jaw and angle her face away from me, giving myself better access to the skin at her throat. I mark her where it’ll be impossible for her to cover it up so the whole world knows she’s mine.
She rocks into me as I thrust in and out of her, loosening her tight pussy. Her muscles clamp desperately around my digits, but I’m in control. I part them easily, driving inside her with a roughness that makes her moan wildly.
“When we get home?” she gasps, her voice revealing the confusion in her mind caused by my assault on her body.
Home .
Fuck, I need to move her in immediately .
No more of this separate apartment bullshit.
“Not when we get home,” I counter. “Here.”
“Here?” she squeaks.
I hum. “ Here .”
She yelps and her legs give out when I add a third finger. I wrap an arm around her waist to hold her up, a pleased laugh falling from my lips and into her ear.
“I-it’s a church,” she argues.
That’s the best part. Defiling her in the unholiest of ways in the holiest of places .
“I’ve already got half my hand in your tight cunt, cara ,” I murmur darkly. “It’s a little too late to discuss what is and isn’t appropriate for a church setting, don’t you think?”
“Oh, god.” The strangled, tortured moan rips from her lips as I slam inside her with demented strokes. My fingers fuck her so roughly, the wet sounds of my thrusts echo loudly around us.
“No, Leni,” I voice dangerously, hovering my mouth over hers so that our lips touch when we speak. “We may be in His house, but you call out my name when you’re about to come.”
I curl my fingers inside her and start thrusting against her sensitive spot instead of up and down.
“Matteo!” Valentina screams as the orgasm rips through her. “Matte— oh, fuck .”
Pleasure explodes out of her, her juices gushing onto my hand as spasm after spasm rocks her. Her entire body gives way in my arms and we collapse to the ground together as I chase her climax, wringing every ounce of come out of her.
She writhes on the church floor, her legs quivering, her arm thrown over her eyes as she screams out her moans. The entire time, I keep thrusting inside, not giving her a moment of reprieve.
“Please, Matteo… Please… It’s too much,” she begs.
I slow my fingers down to a lazy dance, moving unhurriedly in and out of her. “You just squirted in the middle of a church, Leni.” She mewls, hiding her face deeper behind her arm. “Your cum is all over your thighs, your trousers, and the floor. Getting your ass fucked here might just be the least sacrilegious thing you do, cara .”
A moan tears from her, the sound living somewhere between half turned on and half embarrassed. When I slip my fingers from her, she flips onto her stomach. It seems like an unconscious move, one done out of shame, but it grants me access to the part of her I currently want most.
With an animalistic growl, I grab her trousers and rip them over her ass and down her legs until they’re completely off. Her panties come off next and then I’m sinking my teeth into the fleshy meat of her bare ass.
“I’m going to hell anyway,” I say with a sinister smile as I run my hands slowly up the back of her thighs, parting her legs for me. “So I’m going to make every blasphemous, godless, and entirely obscene decision I can on my way down.”
I glide my palms over the tight globes of her ass, grabbing and squeezing greedily at her flesh.
She’s got a perfect ass, one I’ve dreamed of being suffocated under for months. I’m going to take my time desecrating this last part of her until it’s as thoroughly owned as the rest of her.
My fingers dance into the valley of her cheeks, my touch light. Valentina whimpers. An electric shiver runs down the length of her spine and makes her ass shake beneath my other palm.
“Is it going to hurt?’ she asks, gasping when I run a finger along her slit until I reach the ring of muscles.
“Hold your cheeks open for me. Give me access to both your holes.”
Valentina shudders again but does as asked. She reaches back tentatively, her hands shaking as she timidly starts to part her ass. Slowly, she reveals both glistening holes to me, pulling an aroused and tortured groan from the depths of my soul. Every part of her is perfect.
Mine . Mine . Mine .
The thought beats a bloody tempo against the inner walls of my skull and sings a scarily possessive song impossibly loud in my ears.
Scanning around us, my eyes land on what I was hoping to find. I head to the ambry, grab the glass bottle and go back to where my fiancée lies prone on the church floor, waiting with her cheeks spread open like a good girl for me to take her ass.
I pour some of the chrism oil straight onto the bundles of nerves, uncaring of the record-breaking number of deadly sins I’m committing in one go, and rub it into her skin with the tip of my finger. The muscles clench in fear at my touch.
My cock jerks in response, excited by the prospect of the submission she’s about to endure.
She never does anything I ask her to do.
Never, except in the bedroom. Here, I know she’s going to bow to my commands and take whatever I give her, no matter what.
Valentina twitches when I add pressure.
“Matteo…”
“Yes, cara , it’s going to hurt,” I purr, pressing in so that I sink into her ass up to the first knuckle. “But then it’s going to feel so unbelievably good.”
She hisses, her hands quivering slightly on her cheeks.
“Do you know why we’re doing this here?”
Valentina shakes her head, her face screwing in pleasure and agony as I push my finger deeper into her backside.
“I want to take your ass exactly where I’m going to take you as my bride and make you mine forever.” I reach a hand into my trousers and fist my cock. I’m so hard, it physically hurts. I pull myself out, pushing my pants down beneath my hips, and start stroking my cock and swirling my finger to loosen her up. “When you’re walking down the aisle to me, I want you to look at the altar and remember how I punished your virgin ass while you lay face down on the very same part of the floor. I want to watch your cheeks turn a violent shade of pink as the memories assault you. And once you’re standing before me, I want you to look into my eyes and let those memories serve as a reminder that I will do whatever I want to you, whenever I want for the rest of our lives, and that you’re going to love every second of it.”
“I’ll do…whatever I want…to you… too ,” she counters between ragged breaths.
Draping my chest over her back, I grin darkly.
“I can’t wait.”
Her muscles clamp down on my finger and she whimpers at the sore fit. My cock jerks eagerly in response.
“But first,” I drawl, straightening. “I’m going to breed your pussy.”
I drip some more of the chrism oil onto my dick and rub it sloppily over my shaft, then press my head against her entrance. Valentina’s hips tilt, bumping back onto my cock encouragingly, inviting it to dive into her tight warmth.
My free hand closes around her hip to steady her first.
Then I slam home with one thrust.
She cries out, a scream that melts into a garbled moan, and her shoulders come together as her entire pussy clenches around me in a deathgrip. Her hands claw at the ground and her back ripples. Shakes start at her shoulders and roll through her body until her inner walls are fluttering around me.
I shove my finger roughly into her ass, drawing another impossibly loud scream from her.
A triumphant grin erupts across my lips.
“Did you just come from one thrust?” I spank her ass when she doesn’t answer, making her yelp again even as I praise her. “They don’t make good girls like you anymore, cara . I’m so lucky I get to teach you how to be bad.”
Valentina groans when I pull my finger out. Her ass closes with an insolent wink like it was never opened. I spread her cheeks with my palms.
“Reach a hand back,” I instruct. When she does, I pour oil onto her extended fingers.
She gasps, caught off guard by the liquid hitting her skin. “What are you doing?”
I rub the liquid into her hand, covering her fingers. The excess drops into the valley of her cheeks and I spread it over her hole until it’s dripping.
“Put a finger in your ass. Open it up for my cock.”
Valentina’s head whips around to stare at me over her shoulder. Uncertain, startled eyes meet mine. Her pupils are the size of quarters. As unsure as she might be, she’s turned on by the idea.
I grab her hand and bring it down between her cheeks, then drape myself over her back once more. This time, the move has my cock burying itself ten inches deep inside her.
Placing my index over hers, I guide her finger down to her nervous asshole.
“There you go,” I rasp seductively against the shell of her ear. “Now push your finger in and fuck your ass for me.”
Valentina’s throat bobs anxiously as I watch. She tilts her head to the side to meet my gaze, pushes her finger inside and gives me a look of seduction so powerful, I almost come from the eye contact alone. Her lids go heavy, her mouth parts, and a jagged exhale erupts as if unbidden from her lips.
“Can you feel my cock through your walls?”
Her lids flutter and then she nods unevenly. Hunger renders me temporarily mad and I crush my mouth to hers. I fist her hair and suck her tongue and bite her lip until we’re both fighting for air.
“Fuck yourself now,” I order when we separate, my voice warped to unrecognizable depths by lust.
When Valentina starts pumping her finger in and out of her ass, I realize I’m not going to last long.
Straightening away from her, I push her forward only to clasp her hips and yank her back down the entire length of my cock. Valentina moans loudly, jumbled exclamations of pleasure falling unintelligibly from her lips. I use my hold on her waist to claw her back with every thrust until I’m going so deeply inside her, it feels like I might come out the other end.
The entire time, she keeps moving the finger in her backside in tandem with my strokes.
“Add another finger.”
Valentina stills, so I stop.
She moans unhappily and cants her hip in search of my cock.
I pin her down by her nape with my left hand and grab her wrist with my right. With a jerk of her wrist, I thrust her index back inside her, forcing her middle finger to curl against the outside of her body.
I push a lock of hair lovingly back from her cheek. “Add that second finger before I change my mind and make you use three.”
Her middle finger uncurls and presses tentatively next to the first. A deep rumble starts low in my chest and rolls up my throat as it starts to disappear into the depths of her ass.
She pauses just before the second knuckle and hisses, so I pour additional oil right onto her hole. Then I grip her wrist once more and force her fingers past the resistance and all the way inside.
Valentina squeals and her back tries to arch away from the floor, but my hand keeps her pinned.
“Good girl,” I soothe, transfixed by the sight of her two slender fingers completely swallowed up by her ass.
Keeping my palm closed around her wrist, I start pushing her fingers in and out of her at the same pace as I move my cock. Her thighs begin quaking outright.
I run a worshipful hand down her legs, reveling in the way her entire body reacts to me.
“Faster,” I order, voice strained raw. “Fuck yourself faster.”
I release her hand and she groans, her palm slumping down between her cheeks.
“I-I can’t.”
“The only way you’re getting to come is if you fuck yourself faster than I am,” I announce.
Valentina swears under her breath in Spanish, drawing a quiet laugh from my lips. Her fingers start moving once more, this time quickly picking up speed on their own, until she’s thrusting so roughly inside her, the jewelry at her wrist starts clanging loudly together.
My thrusts turn equally unhinged. She’s crying out so loudly, I’m sure passersby can hear her. I may no longer be Don but I still command enough men to fully perimeter the exterior of the church.
No one’s getting within a hundred meters of her except me.
My balls draw up as pleasure coils hot and low in my belly. I reach around her front and glance my fingertips over her clit then away. Valentina screams the second I touch the sensitive nub and her whole body spasms.
I release her neck and suck my index into my mouth, then find her ass and push in next to her fingers.
Valentina jerks off the floor in pleasure. When I pinch her clit in the next breath, every single muscle in her body stiffens, including the ones in her pussy and ass. They clamp down so tightly on my cock and our fingers that I feel momentary loss of blood flow in both.
Two beats of sexually charged and explosively tense silence follow, and then she erupts. She loosens abruptly and contorts on the ground as she in equal measure chases and tries to resist the waves of ecstasy that slam into her.
The spasms of her pussy draw an excruciating climax out of me until I’m thrusting dementedly inside her, roaring progressively louder with every unhinged swing of my hips. I come just as noisily as she did, praising her with filthier and filthier words until I’ve painted the walls of her pussy entirely with my cum.
She melts into a puddle on the floor and falls flat to her stomach, spent. Her fingers slip out of her ass as her palms come up by her face. It’s turned to the side towards me. She breathes heavily, looking at me through a haze.
I lean over her and press a kiss to her lips. “How quickly can you find out if you’re pregnant?’
Her eyes widen. “You’re crazy.”
I smile against her mouth. “I hope it’s triplets.”
“Maybe you fucking my ass isn’t the worst idea.”
I bark out a laugh. “I knew you’d come around to it.” Reaching up onto the communion table next to us, I grab a taper candle and bring it down between us. “Just in time, too.”
Apprehension flashes through Valentina’s gaze as I gently drag the candle from the top of her spine down over the dip of her lower back and to the curve of her ass. Adding more oil to the rounded end, I lay down on my side facing her. With my other hand, I swirl the butt of the taper around the rim of her ass.
There’s something inordinately beautiful about the way her face reacts as I press inside. A combination of pain and pleasure ripples across her features, contorting them into a perfect picture of arousal. I can’t resist running my thumb over her plump lips, pulling and teasing and finally raking my teeth across them.
Valentina whimpers into my mouth as the candle penetrates the restrictive ring of muscle. It pops through and she hisses.
“Good girl,” I praise, the words starting to become a permanent fixture on my lips. “You’re doing so well, cara .”
She grimaces. “That’s so tight.”
A conflicted mewl leaves her as I press a couple of inches in. It morphs into a violent shiver when I twist the candle half a circle to the right.
Fuck, she’s sensitive. It’s going to be a delight having her wrapped around my cock.
With a soft yet firm flick of my wrist, I pull the candle out by the protruding end and slowly press it back in. Valentina’s face flames and she turns away from me, burying it instead in the crook of her elbow.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans, pleasure and shame echoing in her tone.
The bare curve of her neck calls to me. I press wet kisses along the open skin, alternating between biting and licking her with a desperation I don’t bother to conceal. The candle thrusts past her resistance with each swift move of my wrist, pulling matching cries out of her. My cock aches to get inside her tight hole, but she needs to be prepared to take me. I want her to experience how delirious pain can make you when combined with pleasure, I’m not trying to tear her.
Reaching beneath her, I find her clit once more and start applying pressure. With my other hand, I swirl the candle in circles rather than thrusts, loosening the stubborn muscles. Valentina pants loudly, her teeth digging into her forearm to keep from screaming. Her other hand wraps around my neck and holds on, her nails digging into my nape. The cold metal of her engagement ring presses into my skin, a constant reminder that she’s officially mine now.
A pleased, possessive growl rolls lazily off my tongue, pulling Valentina’s attention over to me. She stares at me with eyes that are both open and overwhelmed by the tsunami of sensations slamming through her.
“Mine,” I snarl.
She doesn’t hesitate. She nods, the jerky movement erratic. “Yours.”
Whatever beast lives inside my chest roars in ultimate triumph. I slip the candle out just as I feel her muscles clench around it, and slap her ass. She yelps.
“Take off your clothes and go bend over the altar,” I direct.
Somewhat surprisingly, Valentina does as I ask without a word. She rips off her shirt and leaves it behind as she tiptoes over to the altar, her toned legs and perky ass beckoning hypnotizingly to me as she walks away. Her cheeks bounce ever so slightly, luring me to her like a siren luring a sailor to his death.
I follow quietly, taking my time. My clothes join hers on the floor until we’re both stark naked in this church, her bent over an altar in an ultimate act of sacrilegious submission, me standing behind her, hands hovering inches from her skin.
My hands close around the area where her small waist tapers off into her thick ass and she startles.
“Nervous, cara ?” I purr, stroking her skin softly.
Her breathing is shaky. “Mhmm.”
I palm her cheeks and press them open, glancing down at her most intimate place. Her hole winks at me, almost insolently teasing. It glistens thanks to the oil and I dribble a line of spit on it to lubricate the muscles further.
“I’d make you suck my cock first if I wasn’t in such a hurry to fuck your virgin ass,” I rasp, my voice rough with arousal.
She turns her face to the side and opens her mouth to answer. A strangled sound falls from her lips when I place the head of my cock against her entrance. Her eyes fly open wide but I don’t press in. Instead, I leave it there for a couple of seconds, letting her get used to the idea.
My cock is huge against her target. This isn’t going to be easy for her and the tightness in Valentina’s shoulders tells me she’s well aware.
“Slow…” she begs.
I hum in response. “You can take it as rough as I want it.”
Valentina’s breath cuts off abruptly when I add pressure. Her muscles immediately resist my advance. They bunch together in defense of my attempted invasion. Fuck, I love that she’s going to make me work for it.
I reach down from her hips and gently start rubbing the area with soothing strokes of my thumbs. My hips press forward and I bear down even harder, drawing a yelp from Valentina’s lips.
“Relax for me,” I order in a quietly authoritative voice. My palm runs dominantly down the length of her spine.
Her tailbone arches towards me and she whimpers. My head parts the muscles until the rim of her ass is pulled so taut, the skin goes white. There’s something about watching her ass attempt to close around my cock that drives me absolutely mad with lust. It takes superhuman effort to hold myself back from riding her as hard as I want.
“I wish you could see this,” I moan, transfixed by the sight. “You’re sucking my dick straight into your tight ass.”
“I c-can’t.”
“Shhh,” I soothe, running a calming hand down her spine. “Look at you…swallowing me right in there.”
Slowly, I sink deeper inside until I feel the muscles start to give way. Valentina thrashes beneath me. Her hands shoot out, accidentally toppling a nearby candelabra. It hits the ground and must make a litany of noises, but I doubt either one of us registers it.
Valentina moans and fists the altar cloth as I start to thrust against her resistance.
“Come on, cara . Let me hear you moan,” I order. “Let me hear you call my name.” I lean over her back to whisper against her ear. The shift pushes me forward, pressing deeper until my head breaches the ring of muscles and pops through. “ There it is .”
“Matteo!” she screams in shock, her eyes wide and panicked.
“Make sure they can hear my name from outside now.”
Dark, deviant satisfaction unfurls in my core. Her muscles yield with a reluctance that makes me want to roar my pleasure. I’m taking every inch of submission from her body, conquering her and making her mine in a way she can never deny again. “You’re opening up for me, Leni. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Oh god, oh god,” she says between strangled screams. “I can’t take anymore.”
“That’s the best part,” I purr, my control fraying. I’m dangerously close to snapping. “You’re going to take it all .”