Chapter 44
My blood is humming with anticipation. For me, this is religion. This is the only thing that's real. She’s a goddess, and I’m the devil that will own her.
“You know the rules,” I say, my voice a low growl that doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. It belongs to the thing inside me, the beast that only ever thinks of her.
“Yellow,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I purr. “Now run.”
The flight instinct kicks in. She bolts. The sound of her bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. I let her get a head start. She needs to believe she can get away, right up until the moment my hands close around her.
I can hear her ragged breathing, the frantic thumping of her heart. This is my territory, my hunting ground, and she is my little prey.
She ducks behind the large velvet armchair, a pathetic attempt. I circle it slowly, letting the dread build.
I can hear her whimpering. God, that sound. It goes straight to my cock.
I grab her ankle. She screams as I drag her out from behind the chair. She kicks and thrashes, her nails scrabbling for purchase on the floor. Her fight is glorious. I haul her up with my arm around her waist. She’s so fucking small, so fragile. The power is dizzying.
“Let me go,” she spits, twisting in my grip.
If she could see the rotting, obsessive shrine I’ve built to her in the darkest corners of my mind, she’d be screaming her safe word right about now.
“Never,” I breathe into her hair, inhaling her scent—the most intoxicating perfume in existence.
I carry her, kicking and struggling, into the bedroom.
I don’t throw her on the bed. That’s too crude.
I lower her onto it softly, like a perfect gentleman.
I straddle her, pinning her wrists above her head with one of my hands.
Her eyes are locked on mine, and in the depths of them I catch lust just as dark as my own.
She’s my perfect match.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?” I ask. “Please stop? Or please don’t ever stop?”
She doesn’t answer, because the truth would shatter the little fantasy we’ve got going on here. She wants me just how I want her. This is all play.
“You’re going to be ruined for any other man. I’m going to crawl so far inside you, you’ll never get me out.”
A shudder wracks her body.
My free hand trails down her side, from the delicate curve of her ribs to the flare of her hip. I hook my finger in the strap of her nightgown and pull it down, exposing her shoulder. I follow the path with my tongue, tasting her.
Her thoughts must be screaming. Stop. Don’t stop. How did I get here? Why do I want this? Little prey. You want it because you were made for me. Every cell in your body knows it.
I flip her over and press her face into the cool sheets. I take a moment, just to look. The nightgown has bunched up around her waist, revealing the perfect globes of her ass. I run a possessive hand over one cheek.
“No,” she mumbles into the bedding. “Not there.”
Oh, yes. Especially there. I will own every hole you have to offer.
I part her cheeks, and the sight of that tight, puckered hole makes my vision swim. It will be mine. I lower my head and press my tongue against it. She jerks violently, a choked cry tearing from her throat.
“Stop! Valerio, no!” Her protests are muffled by the sheets, but I hear every word.
And I ignore every single one. I feast. I lick and probe, my tongue circling, then pressing insistently against the little asshole.
I can feel her fighting it, but her muscles are beginning to relax, to flutter against my tongue.
See? Your body knows its master. It’s just your mind that’s slow to catch up.
I watch her as I slide the first finger into her ass. She’s so fucking tight. A strangled gasp escapes her lips. I push in deeper, to the first knuckle, then the second.
“Yellow?” I ask. If she wants me to stop, I will stop. Even if it goes against my very breath.
“No yellow. I’m okay,” she chokes out.
Triumph, savage and absolute, courses through me. I begin to move my finger, slowly, in and out. I add a second finger, pushing them both in deep. This time, her reaction is different—it’s genuine discomfort.
It’s too much. Too fast. An owner protects their property. An owner breaks it in carefully, so it lasts forever.
I immediately withdraw one finger, leaving just the first one inside her. I lean over her, my chest against her back.
“Shhh,” I murmur, becoming something closer to a soother. “Just one, then. Just feel this. Relax for me. Let me in.”
I feel the fight go out of her. I continue with just one finger, my other hand snaking around to find her pussy. I circle her clit with my thumb as I gently finger her ass, and her choked sobs turn into helpless moans.
That’s it. Give in. Give it all to me. Every last piece of you.
I wait until I feel her pushing back against my hand. That’s my signal. I withdraw my finger and position myself behind her.
I spit all over my hand and use it to jerk off over and over again, making sure my dick is sopping wet. Then I press the head of my cock against her asshole.
“Yellow?” I ask again.
Yes, I never want her to say no to me. But I also never want to hurt her, and when I can’t trust my own evaluation of the situation, I need her insight. I need her to stop me if it’s too much for her. Yellow stops me.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she whimpers.
I push into her, inch by excruciating inch. The impossible tightness—it’s nirvana. She’s screaming into the pillow now, but I don’t stop until I’m fully sheathed, my balls pressed against her ass. I’m all the way inside.
I stay still for a moment, letting her adjust. She is completely, utterly possessed. Then I begin to move. Slowly at first, then faster, harder.
She’s meeting my thrusts. Her fingers are clawing at the sheets, twisting them into knots. She’s close.
That’s it. Fall apart for me. I want to feel you break. I want to be the one who shatters you into a million pieces, because I’m the only one who has the blueprint to put you back together again.
I rub her clit again.
“I can’t… I can’t…”
“You can,” I hiss. “You will. For me. Now.”
Her entire body arches like a bow, a silent scream caught in her throat as the orgasm rips through her. The sight of her completely lost in the pleasure I gave her is what pushes me over the edge.
My own orgasm is a white-hot explosion behind my eyes. I drive into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, and pour myself into her.
I stay inside her until I’m spent. Then, carefully, gently, I pull out. The beast is sated. The man returns. And the man has a very different purpose now.
She’s lying face down, her body limp, the black nightgown ruined around her waist. My sperm is already starting to leak out of her, a filthy, perfect sight.
I did that. I broke her. I own her. She’s a masterpiece of my creation.
My first instinct is to just look. But the obsession has a softer side, a need to cherish what it has so thoroughly claimed. I go into the bathroom. I run the water, soaking a soft, clean washcloth in warm water.
I sit on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with my weight. She flinches slightly at the touch of my hand on her back.
“I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.”
I gently wipe away the sweat and the evidence of our shared madness from her ass.
You’re so beautiful when you’re broken. But you need to be whole again, so I can break you all over next time. My sweet, perfect girl. All mine.
I lift her limp body and pull back the covers, sliding her into the bed.
Returning from the kitchen with a glass of water, I have to lift her head to help her drink. She takes a few small sips before her head lolls back onto the pillow.
“Valerio?” she hums.
“I’m right here,” I say, climbing into bed beside her.
Sleep, my love. Rest. Gather your strength. Because tomorrow, you’ll still be mine. And the day after that. And the day after that. Until the stars burn out, you will belong to me.