Chapter 36 Vin
Vin
Iwake up with Sophie’s hair tangled across my chest, her breath warm on my skin, and all I can think about is making her come again.
Not just come. I want her to come on my cock this time.
Last night, watching her shatter in my arms, feeling her pussy pulse around my fingers while she touched herself, hearing those breathless little gasps she made when the orgasm finally broke through—FUCK.
I took fucking ownership of that shit. Pride, yeah, but not just in making her come, but in making her happy.
Making Sophia Bellamorte happy is the opposite of what I’ve been doing: degrading her, humiliating her, breeding her.
And now I want to do it again. I want to be the reason she screams my name. I want to feel her come apart on my cock while I’m buried so deep inside her she’ll never forget who owns that pussy.
I trail my fingers down her spine, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. She stirs, rolling toward me with a sleepy smile.
“Vincenzo,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep.
I don’t answer. Just roll her onto her back and settle between her thighs, pushing inside her in one slow, relentless thrust.
Her eyes fly open. “Oh—”
“Shhh.” I pull out and thrust back in, angling my hips, searching. “I’m going to make you come on my cock, regina. And you’re going to let me.”
She bites her lip, gripping my shoulders. “Vin, I told you, I’ve never—”
“I know.” I shift her legs higher, changing the angle until I see her breath catch. There. “But you’re going to.”
I try missionary first, her legs wrapped around my waist while I grind into her, but she’s too tense, too in her head.
I flip her onto her side, spooning her from behind, one hand on her hip to control the angle while the other wraps around her throat with a gentle pressure that reminds her who’s in control.
Better. Her breathing changes, deepens.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her ear, keeping my thrusts steady, medium pressure, hitting the same spot over and over. “Feel that? Feel how your pussy molds to my cock? Like you were made for me.”
She whimpers, and I feel her starting to melt against me.
“Perfect amount of burn, isn’t it, baby? Just enough that it feels so good.” I slow down even more, making each thrust count, dragging my cock against that spot inside her that makes her gasp. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
“Vin…” Her voice is shaky, uncertain. “I don’t think I can. Not like this.”
“Shhhh.” I tighten my grip on her hip, keeping the tempo relentless and consistent.
She’s trembling now, her pussy starting to flutter around my cock. I need more leverage, need to see her face.
I roll her onto her back again, this time pulling her legs up over my shoulders so I can drive deeper. The angle puts pressure on her clit with every thrust, and I watch her eyes go wide.
“What do you think about?” I ask, my voice rough. “When you touch yourself alone in this bed. How do you get off?”
Her cheeks flush pink. “I—I don’t—”
“Tell me.” I slow my thrusts to a crawl, making her whimper with frustration. “Or I stop.”
“This,” she gasps out. “I think about this. Strong arms around me. Strong hands. A big cock pushing into me. The way you look at me.”
Something hot and possessive surges through my chest.
“Arms like these?” I wrap my arms around her, crushing her against my chest while I keep fucking into her with those steady, measured thrusts.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Hands that touch you like this?” I release one arm to stroke her breasts, pinching her nipple until she arches into me.
“Yes.”
“This big cock filling up your pussy?” I emphasize the words with a deep thrust that makes her cry out. “Hitting your clit and your G-spot with every stroke?”
“Yes!”
I pause, my hand cupping her cheek, making her meet my eyes. This is the hard part, the part that makes my throat tight.
“Looking at you like this?”
Her eyes are so dark, so fucking beautiful I can barely breathe.
“Yes,” she whispers.
The truth spills out before I can stop it. “You’re fucking beautiful, Sophia.” I stroke her cheek with my thumb, my hips still moving in that relentless rhythm. “La mia regina. My queen. You make your padrone happy just by the way you look at him.”
Her breath hitches. “I make you happy?”
And I realize with a jolt that rocks me to my core that it’s true.
She makes me happy. This, us, makes me happy.
The realization should scare the shit out of me. Instead, it makes me fuck her harder, pressing her legs wider, opening her up completely.
“Yes,” I grit out, driving into her. “You make me so fucking happy, regina.”
I’m getting close. Too close. The thought flashes through my mind—no condom, the sabotaged birth control, what I might be doing right now—but I can’t stop. No fucking way. Not when she’s right there on the edge, her pussy starting to grip my cock in desperate little pulses.
“Baby,” I manage, my voice strained. “You’re doing so fucking good for me.”
But she doesn’t hear me. She’s too close, her head thrown back, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Fuck it.
I lean down, my mouth at her ear, and murmur the words I know will push her over. “Come for me, my queen. Make your padrone happy. Show me how hard you can come all over my cock.”
I grip her ass with one hand, changing the angle just slightly, and there—
She explodes.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I see stars, her whole body convulsing as she screams my name. The orgasm rips through her like a fucking earthquake, her face transforming into something so beautiful it steals my breath.
And I’m gone. The sight of her coming undone on my cock, the feel of her pussy milking me, the sound of my name on her lips. I come so hard I can’t see straight, roaring her name as I flood her pussy with my cum.
I don’t know if it’s my cock, me yelling her name, or my cum but a second orgasm rolls through her like thunder, low and endless, her hips bucking against mine as wave after wave crashes over her.
When her body finally quiets, we’re staring at each other, both breathless, both shaking.
I’ve never fucked a woman like this before: without degradation, roughness, or control but with emotion.
I’ve never looked into a woman’s eyes while I came inside her and felt my entire world shift on its axis.
The thought of what I may have started growing inside her right now flashes through my mind. I’m not even worried. Not about a possible pregnancy. Not about the fact that there’s no way to deny it anymore: Sophie Bellamorte is mine.
Fuck the war. Fuck her father. Fuck every plan I made to use her and throw her away. This woman is all fucking mine, and I’m not letting go.