SKULLFACE
I t’s been about three weeks since Dante and I started living together.
It’s been incredible. He’s been teaching me how to write, and now I barely make any mistakes.
We’ve gone on dates, spent time alone, and just love each other.
I never thought I could be like this with someone… or feel so in love.
Tonight is supposed to be my bachelorette party.
Dante should be at one too, but we decided to skip tradition.
Also, my dress won’t be pure white—it’s a shade of light blue.
I tried it on a few days ago with my mum.
She started crying. I asked if she wanted me to wear her wedding dress, but she refused. Apparently, my father threw it away.
There will be no traditional music or that awkward moment where he’s supposed to take something off my leg.
I don’t want that. The guest list is mostly my family and my father’s business partners, so I don’t care much about the reception.
Honestly, I don’t even want to go. When we’re in the car, I’ll tell Dante we’re just going to eat cake, say goodbye to my mum, and then sneak out to start our honeymoon.
As if he hasn’t fucked you already.
I blush at my own thoughts. It’s true, but how exciting is this? He wants to take me to Italy, Japan, and France. I’ve never been outside England, and I’m excited, to say the least.
A door creaks in the hallway, and my hair stands on end.
I’m freaking out, even though Dante rented several floors of the building for us—from the ninth to the very top.
We’ve watched too many scary movies this past week. I shouldn’t have agreed to it. I’m not that brave.
“Ragnetta, dove sei?” 15
What the hell does that mean?
I keep walking down the hallway. He turned the lights off, so I can’t fully see what’s going on. I’m probably going to trip over something.
“You’ll regret not coming out.”
He told me to run away! He can’t punish me for that, can he?
Although, part of me wants him to.
I hide behind the back of the sofa, crouching and crawling when I hear him nearby. My heart is pounding so hard I’m scared he’ll hear it. I need to stay hidden. He’s acting like a psycho, and I have to play the damsel in distress—it feels too real.
I love it, but it’s embarrassing. I wish he’d do this in the woods. Too bad England’s weather sucks.
A shadow enters the hall. He’s wearing a mask. I didn’t notice it earlier when he told me to hide on this floor. I was too paranoid about the people in the lobby to notice what he brought with him.
The mask resembles a skull, sharper than the usual design, with small horns sprouting just above where his eyebrows should be. It lacks a mouth, though the scars etched into it are just like his. Did he buy it just for this? Was it custom-made or just a coincidence?
He begins throwing objects, each landing with a dull thud against the floor. He grunts. My body reacts, as though I’m conditioned by that—though I’m not—and I rub my thighs together.
I swear, my heart is the one about to run away.
He stands in the middle of the room. I can see his eyes from where I am, and his body shifts with each heavy breath. The mask must be restricting his air.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the tattoos on his chest. My breasts feel heavy, and a sudden urge rises within me to crawl toward him, to lick and kiss every inch of his body.
A few days ago, I discovered he likes it when I’m all over him, mesmerised. He admitted that no one has ever looked at him with so much love in their eyes.
I haven’t said I love him yet, but I think I’ll do it today. Because I do. I love him. I’m falling for him more every day, and I feel like I can’t get enough.
His gaze locks onto mine, and when he tilts his head to the side, I run. Something about the way he looks at me is terrifying.
I push the sofa towards him and sprint for the stairs. The light there will let me see him more clearly, but when I glance back, he’s gone.
I reach the next floor, panting and suppressing a laugh, but it catches in my throat when the door swings open. A masked man— my masked man—pulls me against his chest, one hand covering my mouth.
“What do we have here?”
I try to resist, but it’s useless. My scratches don’t even faze him.
He pushes me towards the stairs and forces me onto all fours. His hands rip my dress, and without hesitation, he shoves two fingers inside me.
I shudder as he finds the spot that drives me insane.
“You’re such a little whore. Wet for your worst nightmare.”
“L-let me go,” I gasp, though I don’t want him to. He told me to fight him.
“Beg, sweetheart. If you do, I’ll think about it.”
“P-please. I have—I will get married. I can’t—”
He slides another finger inside me and pushes one into my back entrance too. My body goes limp on the stairs.
“You have a fiancé and you’re still dripping on my hand.” He clicks his tongue. “Poor guy. He deserves better than a used cunt like yours.”
Low blow. I want to tell him it’s too much, but the words die in my throat as his tongue finds my clit.
“I’m not—”
“I’m going to fuck this tight pussy until it’s full of my cum.
You’ll be walking down the aisle with it dripping out of you, and you’ll be thinking about what I’ll do to you tonight.
” He sucks again and then spits. “And when you get married, you’ll think about me every day until we meet again, my little whore. ”
He sucks on me again, and I clench around his fingers. My eyes roll back in my head as pleasure consumes me.
“Oh, God,” I moan, pressing myself against him.
“Scream for me, amore .”
And I do. I arch my back, desperate for the release only he can give me. My body trembles, and I’m afraid I’m making a mess all over his face.
When I try to stand, he grips my hips with both hands and presses me against his face, thrusting his tongue deeper inside me.
Holy—
“Please, let me go,” I pant. “This is too good.”
“You walk out, and I’ll kill you.”
I hear him unfasten his belt, and I take it as my cue to run. I crawl quickly up the stairs, standing when I can, but he catches me, yanking my hair. I collapse to my knees. Looking up at him, I only see his deep blue eyes, narrowed and frowning at me.
“I’ll make sure you come at least four more times before I kill you.” His erection springs free when he pulls his trousers down. “I won’t waste a nice and warm cunt like yours... Or throat.”
He shoves my face onto his length, forcing it into my mouth, but I don’t move. I don’t do anything other than shut my eyes and press my lips together.
“Open your fucking mouth or I’ll make you.”
I bite my lower lip, holding back a smile. His hand reaches my breast and squeezes my nipple, making me gasp in pain. He seizes the moment to push my head again. This time, his erection forces its way into my mouth, slamming against my throat.
A tug tightens in my belly, and a pressure of need builds in my breasts. I touch myself over my clothes as he moves my head up and down his dick.
“Get your clothes off.”
I rip the rest of the dress, and where it doesn’t tear, I don’t bother. Enough of my skin is exposed.
My hands trail over my body as I suck him off. One hand stays on my breast while the other finds my swollen clit. I moan around him.
“My dirty little slut. Look how wet you are for me. Do you really want to marry him?”
I shake my head, forcing his length deeper into my throat until I gag. Tears stream down my face.
“Oh, that poor, lucky bastard.”
He grabs both sides of my head and thrusts in and out, relentless and deep. Then, he pulls out. I look at him, confused.
“Stick your tongue out, sweetheart.”
I do. He strokes his erection until he comes all over my face and mouth. Some of his release drips onto my chest.
I swallow everything that reaches my mouth. He cleans the rest with his thumb, then shoves his cum back between my lips. “Swallow it all, amore .”
I wipe the rest of my chest with the remnants of my dress.
“Will you let me go now, mister… Skullface?”
He huffs.
“This is only the beginning, little one.”
I keep running down the hall until Dante shoves me into one of the rooms. I fall onto my bottom and look up at him as he towers over me, standing in the doorway.
He kneels in front of me, and grabs my ankles, yanking me toward him. “Your pussy is desperate to be used.”
I try to push him away, but he grabs both my hands and pins them above my head. His other hand moves to his trousers, and I feel the tip of him rub against my clit.
“Do you want to cum again?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then beg, sweetheart. Beg me to fill you up and take away that pain you feel.”
Oh, God.
He moves slowly, rubbing himself over my slit. His tip pushes in a few inches, teasing me, but then he pulls away.
“P-please,” I gasp. “I need you inside me.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I need… I n-need you to f-fuck me.”
He laughs.
“I can’t hear you.”
He pinches my clit, and a sharp squeal escapes my lips.
“I need… I need your cock inside me. Please, Dante. Fill me up—ruin me.”
He thrusts inside me, and I arch my back, surrendering to him completely.
“You feel so good, sweetheart.”
He fucks me hard, barely giving me time to breathe. I cry out his name as he drives into me harder and faster with every move.
This is too much. He has always been too much for me. How can I ever give back everything he makes me feel?
He releases my arms, his hands sliding over my breasts, then down to my thighs, as he leans into me.
I grab his face just as I shatter around him.
“Squeeze that cunt, sweetheart. Yeah, just like that.”
He locks eyes with me as I tear away his mask. My hand cups his cheek, and his rhythm slows.
I trace my fingertips along his scars, and he mirrors the gesture on my face, his touch soft.
My chest tightens, my heart threatening to burst.
“I-I… Dante, I—”
Doubt creeps in. What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I’m still not enough for him? I don’t even understand why he wants me...
No. He has told me he loves me. So why am I so terrified of having my heart broken? We’re getting married tomorrow—us. No one else.
“Something’s wrong?”
A tear slips down my cheek, and I pull him closer, pressing my lips to his. I taste him deeply, savouring the kiss with such eagerness that I hardly recognise myself.
I’ve become someone entirely new with him, and I never want to return to the person I was before.
He makes me better.
“I love you so much, Dante,” I whisper. “Please… don’t break me.”
“Oh, cara mia.” He quickens his pace, his mouth capturing every gasp and moan. “Ti amerò anche quando il mio cuore smetterà di battere. 16 ”
Tears trail freely down my face, but I can’t help the soft laugh that escapes, my joy spilling out as I kiss him again.
He makes love to me until we’re both utterly spent, too exhausted to move. Yet we remain entwined, cuddling, gazing at each other.
This is the closest I will ever come to heaven.
It’s been a few hours since we tucked ourselves into bed. I’m too anxious to sleep.
This is my last day as a Müller. Tomorrow, I’ll be a Cassano.
Tomorrow will be the happiest day of my life.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
I smile softly. “Nothing important. You?”
“I’m thinking about you.”
Dante’s fingers glide across my face, and I’ve never seen such tenderness directed at me. My father always looked at me like I was a nuisance, Tara with envy and sadness, and Mum… Mum with pain. I never dared to ask what she saw when she looked at me.
But Dante? In his gaze, there’s only adoration, love, and affection.
I love his eyes. I could lose myself in them forever.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
I shake my head with a shy smile. “Don’t start.”
His lips curve into a grin. He lifts me onto him, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our mouths almost meet.
“I’ll repeat it every day for the rest of my life, ragnetta . When you walk toward me in that wedding dress, when you wake up after our wedding night, when you carry our children inside you, and even when we’re so old I can barely see you... every single day, I’ll tell you how beautiful you are.”
“You’re an idiot, did you know?”
“I’m just a man in love with a goddess. You deserve to be adored by me for the rest of my life. I’ll take care of you until my last breath—even after.”
Is it possible for my heart to leave my chest and fly?
I lean into him, kissing his smile. I can’t believe I’m marrying this man. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
This feels like a dream.
“What if tomorrow we just leave?” he whispers. “We could get married in Italy. Just the two of us.”
I smile. “Even though it’s tempting, I want to see my mum. She’s excited for tomorrow too. We’re not used to being apart for so long.”
He grunts. “It’s not like you’re never going to see her again, sweetheart. As soon as we get back, she’ll come live with us.”
“At your place? It just has one room.”
Not that I mind, but I want privacy with him. We can’t do this with my mum right next to us!
He scoffs. “You think I’ll make you live there once you’re my wife? I told you; I have a bigger house. It’s prettier… That will be your home.”
“Why do you live in that flat, then?”
He sighs. “It’s a long story that has to do with my father.”
Oh. Maybe he kicked him out, and that’s why he has to marry me.
Maybe that’s his only reason to marry me.
I kick the thought away.
“I just want to see my mum. Can I? We can totally skip the reception afterwards.”
He smiles faintly and nods. “I warn you; I won’t let go of you during our honeymoon.”
He tickles me, and I try to tickle him back, but it doesn’t affect him much. I end up beneath him, and he seizes the moment to thrust into me once more.
“You know I’m supposed to walk down the aisle tomorrow?”
He laughs.
“You will, don’t worry.”
And he makes love to me again, until my eyes close on their own.
Notes:
14. Nonna: Grandmother.
15. Dove sei?: Where are you?
16. Ti amerò anche quando il mio cuore smetterà di battere: I will love you even when my heart stops beating.