Chapter Thirteen SANTINO #2
Her hands dropped. She looked genuinely horrified now.
Which only made it better. The answer came so naturally neither of us was prepared for it.
Silence followed. Heavy. Meaningful. Dangerous.
Because Aurora wasn't blushing anymore. She was simply staring at me.
And for the first time since she'd asked the question, I let her see the truth.
Not the joke. Not the teasing. The truth.
The silence stretched between us like a loaded gun, heavy and inevitable.
Aurora stared at me with those wide, dark eyes, her lips parted in raw, desperate hunger. My confession had cracked something open between us, and now the beast I kept chained beneath layers of blood and control was roaring to the surface.
I closed the distance in two powerful strides, my hand fisting roughly in her thick dark hair as I yanked her flush against my hard body. My mouth slammed down on hers in a punishing kiss, claiming every inch of her like territory I’d bleed for.
She tasted like storm rain and crisp apples, sweet sin wrapped in untouched innocence I was about to destroy. My tongue invaded deep, teeth scraping her lower lip until she whimpered and melted, her fingers clawing at my sweat-damp T-shirt.
I backed her up until her spine hit the thick ropes of the boxing ring. The canvas groaned under the impact as I pinned her there with my much larger frame, one muscular thigh shoving between her legs to spread her wide.
My hands roamed with brutal possession, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into soft flesh that would wear my marks for days. She arched desperately into me, her full tits pressing against my chest, nipples hard through her thin sweater.
Thunder crashed outside, rattling the floor-to-ceiling windows as rain lashed the glass like it was trying to get in.
“Tell me to stop,” I growled against her throat, sinking my teeth into the sensitive spot where her pulse hammered.
My voice was pure velvet-wrapped violence, the voice of a man who ruled the underworld with iron fists and colder hearts.
Her nails raked down my back. “Don’t you fucking dare, Santino. I want this. I want you.”
That was the last thread of my restraint snapping.
I dropped to my knees in front of her like a dark king before his filthy goddess, my large hands yanking her leggings and soaked black lace panties down her long legs in one savage pull.
I left them tangled around one ankle. She stood completely exposed, her pretty pink pussy already glistening, swollen, and dripping down her thighs for me.
The heady scent of her arousal, sweet, musky, and so fucking addictive, hit me like a drug. My cock strained painfully against my sweats, throbbing with the need to ruin her.
“Look at this perfect little virgin cunt,” I murmured, voice low and dark, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh before dragging my tongue higher, teasing just beside where she needed me.
“Weeping for me already. This untouched pussy has been mine since the moment you walked into my world, hasn’t it? ”
Aurora’s breath hitched, a flicker of nervous innocence crossing her flushed face. “Santino… please be gentle. I’ve never…”
“Hold the ropes,” I commanded, the order absolute. “Grip them tight and don’t you dare let go. Tonight I’m claiming what’s always belonged to me.”
She obeyed like the perfect little troublemaker she was, knuckles turning white around the thick canvas. I hooked one of her trembling legs over my broad shoulder, spreading her obscenely wide, then buried my face between her thighs.
I devoured her.
My tongue dragged slowly through her slick folds, savoring every drop of her sweet nectar as thunder rolled overhead. I circled her swollen clit with torturous precision before sucking it hard between my lips, flicking the sensitive bundle with the tip of my tongue.
Two thick fingers pressed against her tight entrance, teasing, then pushed inside her virgin heat, slow but relentless.
She was impossibly tight. Her walls fluttered and clenched around my fingers as I worked them deeper.
Aurora cried out, a sharp mix of pleasure and pain, her body tensing. When I curled my fingers and thrust deeper, I felt it, the thin barrier giving way. A hint of warm blood mixed with her arousal coated my fingers.
I pulled back just enough to look at the glistening crimson on my digits, then locked eyes with her as I brought them to my mouth and licked her blood and juices clean, a dark, possessive groan rumbling from my chest.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, eyes black with hunger. “Even your virgin blood tastes like it was made for me.”
Aurora whimpered at the filthy sight, but her hips rolled forward instinctively. I dove back in like a man possessed, licking and sucking the mix of her sweet cunt and the faint metallic tang of her innocence while my fingers pumped deeper, stretching her open.
I alternated between long, slow licks over her clit and brutal thrusts of my fingers, scissoring them to prepare her for what was coming.
“Fuck… Santino, oh God,” she moaned, the sound broken and filthy.