Chapter 12
“Strip naked for me. Let me see my little doll bare.” My breath catches in my throat. “I’m about to break you, and you’re going to love every second of it.” Holy shit, I want that.
Every word Rafael uttered sent a thrill of desire through me. The way he explained how he wants to use me like nothing more than a doll, had my panties soaked and my thighs clenching. I want that. I want to give myself over to this brooding, powerful, filthy man. The thought of him using me, then showing me a tenderness I am almost positive is reserved solely for me, drives me to scramble back on my elbows and fumble with unbuttoning my blouse. I can’t believe I’m doing this, handing myself over to a deadly Mafia man that has so much power it oozes from him. He’s literally killed someone for looking at me. He’s told me he wants to tear me apart, that he won’t be gentle, and we won’t have safe words. I’m about to give him my virginity, and yet, I can’t think of anyone more deserving.
The way his stare penetrates my soul, holding it captive, has my heart racing and my pussy dripping. His dark eyes surge through my skin, pulling out my soul, devouring me, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
I slip the blouse off my shoulders.
“The skirt.” His heavy breaths fill the air. “Do the skirt next.” His gaze never wavers as he strokes over his solid length, and I gulp at the size of it constrained behind his pants. I slip my zipper down and scoot my ass out of the skirt, dropping it over the edge of the bed to the floor.
“Your bra. Slip those little tits over the top of your bra first.” His tone is full of need, a raw edge to it, promising me the fervor he’s promised.
His pupils dilate and his jaw tightens as I slowly slip the bra to rest below my tits, pushing my small tits up and causing my nipples to peak. He audibly swallows, and I rejoice in it. The way he’s clearly struggling gives me the confidence I would normally lack. “Fuck, I bet I could fit it all in my mouth.” His Adam’s apple slides down his throat and his chest heaves.
“Open your legs, Little Doll. Let Daddy see your panties.”
I slowly spread them, and his gaze snaps to my cotton panties. My cheeks heat, knowing he can see the damp spot.
He rolls his head from side to side, then unbuttons his shirt, and his focus never leaves my panties. He looks starved, crazed, and angry all rolled into one.
Each slip of a button has my heart beating faster, and when he finally exposes his chest, I suck in a sharp breath at his beauty.
Tattoos cover his chest and stomach, darkening him and only amplifying his already lethal appearance, and yet I itch to explore each of them, to discover the abs and ridges that lie beneath. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I lick my lips with a need to touch him.
“Do it, Little Doll. Touch Daddy if that’s what you want.” His voice is choked, as if this is just as difficult for him as it is for me.
Moving onto my knees, I shuffle toward him, and his eyes dart down to my exposed tits, then back to my face. His hands are curled into tight fists, as if struggling to contain himself, and when I rest my hands on his shoulders, he hisses through his teeth. I start my journey at the barbed wire traveling up one side of his neck and to the back of his ear, then I follow it down to the knuckle dusters and daggers that litter his chest. His warmth seeps into my skin, and his masculine sandalwood scent wraps around me, causing my nipples to ache for his touch. I press a gentle kiss against the cross in the center of his chest, and his body tenses. “Little Doll,” he warns, “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
I bite into my lip to stop myself from giggling.
My fingers glide over his raised flesh. “You have a lot of scars.” My voice is laced with concern I do nothing to conceal. It pains me to see them, knowing he has experienced some form of hurt. A way I could never imagine.
“War wounds,” he quips.
“I don’t like the thought of you being hurt.” My throat clogs with emotion.
A dark chuckle has my gaze snapping to his. “And all this monster wants to do is hurt you, Little Doll.” His finger grazes down my cheek, and as if hypnotized, I turn into his touch.
“I want you to hurt me,” I mutter.
His lip curls up into a smile, and I feel that smile through my body, knowing I put it there, and knowing I pleased him has me desperate to give him so much more.
“Very well.”
His hand leaves my face, and my shoulders fall, then he unbuckles his belt, and my pulse skitters with trepidation. This is it; this is the moment he takes me.
I sit back on my heels, and he tugs the belt from his pants, then shocks me by pulling out a switchblade from his pant pocket and flicking it open, causing anxiety to creep up my spine.
“Lift your hair.”
Using one hand, I lift my hair from my shoulders and hold it up. “Like this?”
“Good.” He slices through my bra, and it falls to the sheets. “Now you’re mine, Little Doll. All fucking mine.”
“Yours.”
“Now, lie down so Daddy can fuck that untouched cunt of yours nice and hard.” My body trembles at the promise in his tone, and I do as he asks. “I’m going to make you bleed, Little Doll. Daddy is going to tear your little pussy open for his cock and force it to be mine.” His lip turns up at the end, and his cock jumps in his pants, and my pussy clenches.
He drops his pants, then pushes down his boxers, exposing the defined V and his solid thick length that drips with pre-cum. My eyes widen at the size of him, now the realization that he’s going to take my virginity has him appearing bigger than ever before. I shift away, nervousness consuming me. How the hell is he going to fit?
His tattooed hand pumps his cock, and he hisses through gritted teeth. “Fuck, you’re going to stretch for me, Ellie. Your little cunt is going to bleed so much for me.”
Oh shit, he’s getting off on this. He likes the thought of me bleeding for him.
“Push your panties to the side. Let Daddy see your little pussy.”
His filthy words send a flurry of excitement through me, wiping out my nervousness. I push the cotton panties to the side. “You’re wet, baby. You’re all wet for Daddy’s cock.” He pumps faster. “Open yourself up nice and wide for Daddy to see your wet cunt.”
“Oh god.”
My hands move quickly, and I part my folds for him.”
“Fuck!” he growls. “You want Daddy’s thick cock to tear your little cunt open, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant out.
“You’re a dirty little fuck doll for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” My chest heaves as wetness slips from me.
“Stroke your nipples, Little Doll. Coat your nipples for me.” I run my fingers through my wetness, then bring them to my nipples. He watches with heavy eyes as I cover them in my wetness. “Play with them while Daddy pushes his big cock inside you.” He mounts the bed and kneels between my legs. The heat radiates from him, and the moment I stroke over my nipples, I buck my hips, desperate for his touch.
His firm hands grip my thighs, and he thrusts my legs open wider, then tears through my panties. His cock leaks a stream of pre-cum onto the mattress, and my insides pulsate with need.
His finger trails down my slit, gliding through my wetness before he pushes it into my pussy. “Fuck, you’re tiny.” He pumps it in and out, watching the motion as he licks his lips. I sag into the mattress when he withdraws his finger, only to tense up again when he replaces it with the thick head of his solid cock.
He strokes the head up and down my slit, and I moan when he circles my clit. “You’re a greedy little slut for Daddy.”
I moan wantonly, and when he slaps his cock against my pussy, I practically buck off the mattress. “Please.”
“You want Daddy to force himself inside you, don’t you?”
“Yesss.”
“That’s right. My innocent little doll is a slut for her daddy, making him jealous.” A thrill shoots up my spine at him admitting that he’s jealous.
He rests the head of his cock at my entrance. “Daddy’s going to take you now, Little Doll. Daddy’s going to make you a big girl.” Our eyes lock, his stare drills into mine with such intensity I find it all-consuming. Every cell in my body is alive, waiting for him to spark the match, to detonate me, to wreck me completely for anyone else.
He inches inside and the stretch of my pussy has me wincing and my hands darting out to grip the sheets.
“Daddy!”