Chapter Twenty
GIANNI
T his woman is tempting the wrong fucking killer.
“Damn it, Becca, you have no clue what I’m capable of in this room.”
She stares up at me. “Then show me.”
Run away, Doc. Run while you still can…
And while I’ll still let you.
“That’s a line you can’t uncross,” I warn.
My chest constricts as she presses against me, the blood on my shirt soaking hers. Sliding her fingers around to the back of my neck, she pulls my lips down within a breath of hers. “If I can’t withstand the Devil’s worst, what right do I have to his best?”
My restraint splinters, and I take hold of her throat. “You want to see Hell, wife ?”
There’s no hesitation. “Give me your worst, Torch .”
Tossing the gun, I crush her against me and take her to the floor, my hand cradling the back of her head as we hit concrete.
There’s no finesse or foreplay, just a carnal, animal-like instinct to dominate and own.
I shove her T-shirt up and rip her bra, but when tearing her leggings off stalls at her shoes, I reach behind me for the discarded cleaver.
Becca lifts her head just as the blade falls hard between her feet, and her leggings separate like a tattered ribbon. “Holy shit.”
I don’t know if she’s shocked or impressed, and I don’t care. Popping the button on my pants, I yank the zipper down and shove them down my thighs. “Last chance to run,” I say, taking a vicious grip on my cock, my voice deepening as I stroke. “Once the demons have control, I can’t stop them.”
She spreads her legs, putting her bare cunt on display. “I can.”
There’s a rumbling inside me that approves of the challenge.
Then, the lock on the cage breaks, and we both descend into Hell.
My hand clamps around her throat, while the other one takes a bruising hold behind her knee and shoves her leg toward her chest. Once she’s open and helpless, I slam into her, sinking from crown to root in one vicious thrust.
Her scream echoes off all four walls.
I pull all the way out only to plunge back in even harder. The more out of control I feel, the more brutal I become. I tell myself to stop—that it’s too much and she’ll hate me when it’s over—but I can’t. It’s like the corrupt darkness in me is trying to stain every pure part of her.
It’s still not enough. I want more.
Sin with me. Kill with me. Bleed with me.
I want to fuck her demons…
And watch them fuck me.
Releasing her leg, I move the hand on her throat to the back of her neck and pull her upright. Becca’s stare goes unfocused as I sit on my heels, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other still gripping the back of her neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Fuck me.”
She stiffens. “What?”
“Isn’t that what you demanded of me, beloved, to fuck you with all my demons? Now, it’s your turn.” I smile darkly. “I’ll even get you started.” Tightening my grip, I lift her off my legs and impale her onto my cock.
Becca throws her head back with a gurgled moan.
Fucking made for me.
“I’ll dominate you on any surface of any room in any building, except this one.
In here, you bow to no one. In here, you look the Devil in his eyes, and you fucking command him.
Never give anyone power over you, Becca.
They’ll take it and fuck in your blood next.
” I start a slow, languid pace of upward thrusts that has her chin flopping forward.
Her eyes glaze. She’s on the ledge. All she needs is a push.
“Something changed in you tonight. I saw your face when I held that cleaver. You were getting off on it.”
“Yes…”
“That was the moment your demons were born. Learn to control them, and they’ll be your deadliest weapon.” I dust my lips against hers. “So, do it. Command them. Fuck the Devil, darling.”
This time, it’s Becca who splinters. One hand grabs a handful of my hair while the other coils around my neck.
Then, she uses me as viciously as I used her.
Using my shoulders as leverage, she rides my cock to the edge of both our sanities.
I try to let her have her moment, but when she grinds her hips at the end of a drop, all my benevolence flies out the window.
I meet her efforts with hard upward thrusts, and soon, we’re fucking in perfect, filthy sync.
But it’s still not enough.
The monster in me needs to own and devour her.
He needs to know every inch of her belongs to him.
Loosening my hold on the back of her neck, I drag my fingers down her spine. Becca doesn’t react until my index finger dips between her ass cheeks and traces the tight ring of muscle at the center.
She stills. “Gianni, I?—”
“I told you that last time in your office that eventually, I’d claim every part of you. This is the only one left. I want it.”
Her breathing stutters as I breach her tight entrance. “Why now?”
“Because it’s considered one of the most deviant sexual acts. Look around you, Doc. It doesn’t get more deviant than this. So, if you trust me enough to accept all this… If you truly want the monster… Then surrender your inhibitions…” I sink my finger deeper. “And your body.”
“What about that whole speech you just gave about ‘never letting anyone have control over me?’”
I give her a wicked smile. “Fight me, then.”
She says nothing.
That’s what I thought.
My prim and proper little darkling wants this. She just doesn’t want to admit it. When I first met Becca, she was a sexual prude. I’ve demolished most of her hang-ups, but this one will require a finesse that leaves her raw and desperate.
With my free hand, I circle her clit. Once her teeth sink into her bottom lip, I slide a second finger into her ass. “Has anyone ever fucked you here, Becca?”
“No.”
I groan. The thought of taking her anal virginity makes me want to flip her over, slam into her, and watch her blood coat my dick. But I reel that part of me in.
I refuse to hurt her, even though I crave her screams.
“You’re going to take this big fucking cock in that tight, little ass,” I tell her, getting her off with one hand while using the other to stretch her virgin hole.
“It’s going to hurt. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel like you’re being ripped apart.
Then, all that pain will switch over to pleasure, cara mia .
You’ll moan. You’ll beg. You’ll want me deeper, rougher… ”
She shudders. “Oh, God, I’m coming…”
Like a sadistic fuck, I pull my fingers from her pussy and her ass. “Not yet, you’re not.” I crush my lips against hers for a vicious kiss, then flip her over on all fours. Lowering my head, I spear my tongue in her dripping cunt, coating it in her juices.
But I still don’t let her come.
Spreading her ass cheeks, I spit on her hole, then push the lubricating mix of saliva and arousal inside with my finger.
I don’t give her a chance to ask questions.
Taking my cock in my hand, I coat it with the pre-cum already dripping down the sides, then line it up with her virgin entrance and force the crown inside.
“Gianni,” Becca cries out. “I can’t do this. It’s too much.”
She’s slipping back behind her glass frame. I know what she needs to break free, and it’s not tenderness. “Tell me you ‘can’t do’ shit again, and I’ll pull this cock out and shove it down your throat.”
Her eyes glaze over, and I push in another inch, then another. I grit my teeth, her tension squeezing me so hard I nearly come on the spot. Reaching between her legs, I rub her clit again, a distraction that relaxes her enough for me to work my cock the rest of the way in.
Closing my eyes, I draw a slow breath in through my nose.
Christ, if this is Hell, I don’t care a thing about Heaven.
The sound of Becca’s whimper has me glancing down to find her head hung low, her limbs shaking from the invasion.
I smile.
Oh, Doc. You haven’t seen anything yet.
Gripping her hips, I pull halfway out before sliding back in.
After a few more times, the leash on my restraint snaps, and I fuck her like the world’s ending.
Faster, harder, more unraveled. It’s not long before the dam breaks, and she’s pushing back against me, driving me deeper.
It makes me feral, turning me from man to monster to machine.
“Tell me I’m the only man to fuck this tight asshole,” I demand, twisting my fingers in her hair and forcing her head back.
“You’re the only one,” she gasps, arching her back, “I’ve never let anyone else touch me there.”
“And no one else ever will.” I watch my cock piston in and out of her ass, my thrusts becoming erratic. Tipping my head back, I suck air between my clenched teeth. “Your cunt is mine, your mouth is mine, and this fucking ass is mine. Now beg the Devil for his cum.”
“Please…” she rasps in a voice so sultry, I lower my chin to find her staring at me over her shoulder, her pupils blown. “Come in my ass, my Devil.”
“Addictions like you are the reason empires fall, beloved.” I attack her clit again while driving into her like an animal.
Becca’s orgasm comes out of nowhere, slamming into her with no prelude.
She screams, scraping her nails along the concrete as it drags her under with wave after wave of full body tremors.
There’s no hope for me after that. The feel of her muscles contracting around my cock turns everything upside down.
My mind blanks. My balls tighten. My teeth clench.
And I come harder than I’ve ever come in my fucking life.
When oxygen returns to my brain, I slowly pull out of her and collapse into a seated position, pulling Becca along with me. After a few moments of gasping silence, I look down to find her staring up at me, her wire-framed glasses hanging crooked on her face.
“I think you broke my glasses.”
“Good thing I was smart enough to buy multiple pairs.”