Chapter Twenty-Five SANTINO #2
I stripped for her with deliberate slowness, first my jacket, then my shirt, revealing the hard planes of my chest and the devil tattoo that marked my skin.
My pants followed, until I stood completely naked except for the mask, my thick, veined cock heavy and leaking precum down the shaft.
Aurora’s eyes were locked on it, thighs squeezing together.
I climbed onto the bed like a predator and tore her wedding dress open with one sharp rip from neckline to hem.
The delicate white fabric gave way easily, exposing her perfect body.
She gasped as cool air hit her skin, her nipples tightening.
I pushed the ruined dress aside and hooked my fingers into her white lace panties, ripping those away too.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled, spreading her thighs wide. Her pretty pink pussy was already soaked, glistening with arousal. I leaned down and dragged my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick, tasting her sweetness. Aurora cried out, hips jerking.
I slapped her inner thigh hard. “Still,” I warned. “You take what I give you.”
I devoured her then, tongue fucking deep into her tight hole, lips sucking her swollen clit, two thick fingers curling inside her to stroke that spongy spot that made her scream.
I brought her right to the edge again and again, only to pull back at the last second, leaving her sobbing and desperate.
“Please, Santino! I can’t…”
I rose over her, gripping her wrists in one large hand and pinning them above her head. The devil mask loomed above her as I notched the fat head of my cock against her dripping entrance.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her dark, tear-filled eyes met mine through the mask as I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt. The tight, velvet heat of her pussy nearly made me lose control. I groaned deeply, grinding against her cervix.
“Fuck… so tight. So wet for your husband on our wedding night.”
I fucked her with deep, powerful strokes, slow at first, savoring the way her walls fluttered around me. My free hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as I drove into her again and again.
“You’re my wife now,” I rasped, voice dark and possessive through the mask. “Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to breed full every single night. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she moaned, legs wrapping tighter around my waist. “All yours, Santino, please!”
I released her wrists only to grip both her thighs, folding her nearly in half.
The new angle let me drive impossibly deeper.
I pounded into her harder, the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.
I reached between us and rubbed tight, fast circles on her clit while I railed her.
“Come for me,” I ordered, voice rough and commanding. “Come on your husband’s cock like a good little wife.”
Aurora shattered with a broken scream, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice, milking me desperately. I fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was on her knees, ass high in the air.
I slapped her ass hard, watching the red mark bloom. “Such a pretty hole for me.”
I slammed back into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip as I fucked her like an animal, deep, brutal strokes that had her sobbing into the sheets. I reached around and rubbed her oversensitive clit again, forcing another orgasm out of her.
“Good girl,” I praised darkly. “Taking my cock so well. Gonna fill this womb until you’re dripping with me.”
I kept her impaled as I rolled us again, pulling her on top so she was straddling me. I gripped her ass with both hands and guided her to ride me, forcing her to take every inch.
“Ride your husband,” I growled. “Show me how much you love being bred.”
She rode me desperately, tits bouncing, head thrown back in ecstasy. I kept the mask on, watching her through it like the devil I was. When she came again, I finally let go, thrusting up hard and flooding her with thick, endless ropes of cum, grinding deep to push it against her cervix.
But I wasn’t finished.
I kept her on my cock, still hard inside her, and flipped her onto her back again. I pinned her wrists above her head and fucked her through the aftershocks, slower now but no less deep.
“Look at me,” I ordered again. “Watch your devil husband claim you on our wedding night.”
I took her for hours, switching positions, making her come until she was shaking and sobbing, filling her again and again until her pussy was overflowing with my cum. Every time she thought we were done, I’d slide back inside her, whispering filthy promises against her ear.
By the time I finally removed the mask, she was a trembling, blissed-out, cum-drenched mess in my arms. I held her close, one hand resting possessively over her stomach, the other stroking her hair.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips, voice soft now. “My beautiful wife. My everything.”
She smiled up at me, exhausted and glowing with happiness. “I love you too… my devil.”
The first light of dawn was just beginning to creep through the heavy curtains when Aurora stirred in my arms.
She was warm, soft, and thoroughly claimed, her body still marked with my fingerprints and love bites, her pussy still leaking my cum from the long night I had spent breeding her. I held her closer, one hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her stomach where our child grew.
She lifted her head, dark hair tousled, eyes sleepy but curious. Her fingers traced the edge of the devil mask that still lay on the nightstand beside us.
“Explain the devil mask now,” she whispered, voice soft but insistent. “Why that mask? Why wear it again tonight?”
I was quiet for a long moment, staring at the black leather with its red accents. Then I pulled her higher against my chest and spoke.
“It started with Angelo.”
Her breath caught, but she stayed silent, listening.
“My twin,” I continued, voice low. “He was the better half of me. The light. The one who could make me laugh even when the world was burning. After he died… after Leo’s snakes took him from me…
I felt like half my soul had been ripped out.
I became cold. Empty. Angry. I started wearing the mask in the club because it let me hide.
It let me become something else. Something that didn’t have to feel the pain every second of every day. ”
I traced a finger along the red detailing on the mask.
“The devil wasn’t just a costume. It was armor.
It was rage. It was the version of me that could survive losing the only person who ever truly understood me.
But then you walked into my club. You, with your white heels and your lemonade and your fire.
You looked at the devil and didn’t run. You challenged him.
You made him laugh. You made him feel alive again for the first time in four years. ”
I met her eyes, letting her see everything.
“That night, when I kissed you in that private room, I knew I was fucked. I tried to walk away. I tried to protect you from what I am. But you chased me down. You saw through the mask. You saw me. The real me. The broken one. The one who had been drowning since Angelo died.”
Aurora’s hand came up to cup my jaw. I leaned into her touch.
“Wearing it tonight wasn’t about hiding,” I said quietly.
“It was about honoring everything that led me to you. The pain. The loss. The darkness. Because without all of that, I never would have been in that club the night you walked in. I never would have claimed you at that altar. I never would have fought for you the way I did.”
I picked up the mask and turned it in my hands.
“Angelo would have liked you,” I murmured with a small, sad smile. “He would have teased me mercilessly about falling for a girl who called me out on my bullshit. He would have approved of you challenging me. He always said I needed someone who wouldn’t let me get away with my shit.”
I set the mask aside and pulled her closer, pressing my forehead to hers.
“The devil mask brought me to you. It protected me when I needed it. But I don’t need it anymore. Not with you. You see all of me, the devil and the man, and you still chose me. You still love me.”
Tears glistened in her eyes. She kissed me softly, then deeper, pouring her heart into it.
“I love every part of you,” she whispered against my lips. “The devil who saved me. The man who holds me. The father of our child. All of it.”
I rolled her beneath me again, sliding back inside her slowly, tenderly this time. No mask. No games. Just us.
“I love you, Aurora Moretti,” I breathed as I moved inside her. “My wife. My light. My redemption.”
She wrapped her legs around me, holding me close as we made love slowly, deeply, sealing the promises we had made at the altar and in the dark hours of our wedding night.
The devil had finally laid down his mask.
And in its place, he had found peace.