When she was trembling and moaning beneath me, I pulled away. She protested with a whine, shaking as I trailed sticky crimson smears over her abdomen. I gripped her throat, the crimson of her blood and the black of my tattoos such a vivid contrast against her skin. She looked so perfectly tainted, and as her eyes met mine, I knew she wanted more. For me to wring every inch of pleasure from her willing body. To corrupt every grain of the innocence that once shone so brightly in her. Maybe I should have felt bad for ruining it, but I didn’t.
“You’re like a drug I can’t go without, princess.” I brought my lips to her cheek, nipping at her jaw as my dick pressed against her pussy. “I think about fucking you constantly.”
I drove into her in one violent thrust, a long groan slipping from my throat at the tight squeeze of her walls around my cock. Emilia’s body bowed, her head falling back as nails raked down my arms.
“Fantasize about you bleeding on my cock.” I bit her bottom lip, barely containing myself. “And here you are, my ring on your finger, bleeding for me once more.” I thrust deeper, and she flinched, even as a moan fell from her lips. “Just like I said you would be.”
I pushed up onto my knees, holding her throat as I stared down at the point where my cock disappeared inside her. The sight alone was enough to have my balls tightening, but combined with a pussy that cradled my dick like a glove… I groaned. “Your blood looks so good on my dick, princess.”
My movements turned violent, each thrust pushing her into the unforgiving grip of my hand. Her body became putty. Pliant, bending to my every whim. Emilia turned feral, wild, possessed.
By me.
For me.
Her body was mine. Everything she was, was mine to manipulate and stroke and pleasure in any way I wished.
“Gio, please,” she cried out, nails scoring along my forearm. “Bruise me. Fuck me,” she begged. Fuck. Her pussy clenched around me as though she could suck me deeper, and my grip on her throat tightened as I fought not to blow my load right along with her. She moaned my name, writhing on my dick as she fell apart.
“Fuck.” The second her stranglehold on me released, I pulled out, gripping my dick and sucking in deep breaths as I tried not to come.
God, this woman drove me wild. I could barely control myself around her. I glanced down at her blood smeared on my throbbing dick, on my hand, the insides of her smooth thighs. She’d never looked more stunning, and I’d never wanted her more. Not even when I took her virginity because that was tinged with the knowledge that I might have to let her go. Now, I never would. I would brand myself on her until everyone knew she was mine and no one more than her. She’d feel me for days by the time I was done with her.
Emilia’s brows pulled together as she took in my hand wrapped around my cock. “What are you—”
“I’ve waited a long time to come in you again, Emilia.” Because I didn’t want to knock her up. Pulling out of her when all I wanted to do was bury myself deep and come inside her…that had been a particular kind of torture. “And as perfect as it is, I don’t want to come in your pussy.”
Confusion blanketed her face, but she was too far gone to question it, her face flushed, pupils blown, like an addict willing to do anything for her fix.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
She shifted onto her hands and knees, presenting me with her perfect ass and open pussy.
I released the chokehold I had on my dick and slapped her ass, leaving a sticky handprint on her skin. “You look so good, painted in your own blood, princess. My handprint on your throat, your ass.”
This time, when I pressed my fingers into her, there were three, stretching, twisting, dragging unsteady breaths from her lungs. “Such a tight pussy.” I thrust in hard, my dick throbbing at the thought of what I was going to do next.
I lowered my face to her ass, and she flinched when I breathed over her tight little hole. I gripped her hip, stilling her. “Shh, Emilia. I told you I would have all of you.” I nipped at one cheek. “Every thought. Every feeling.” Another nip, punctuated by a particularly hard thrust of my fingers. “Every perfect inch of your body.”
She flinched at the brush of my lips over her asshole.
“Every hole.” My fingers pressed deep as my tongue swiped over her ass.
She bucked, squirmed, moaned. I knew she told herself it was wrong for me to fuck her bleeding pussy, her ass. She would learn that nothing was wrong when it came to me having her. There were no lines, no boundaries, no forbidden corner of her I did not wish to conquer. “That’s it, relax, amore mio,” I soothed, finger fucking her pussy harder, teasing pleasure from her.