Beautifully Brutal ( Cavalieri Della 1)

“You’re still . . .?” he questions in shock, waving a hand toward me, stilling us both as we stare into each other’s eyes. I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t, so all I do is nod. “You waited?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” My voice is filled with incredulous frustration. He’s taunting me as the blunt head of his cock is nudged against my core. The smoothness making me whimper as pleasure shoots through me.

He sits back, gripping the thickness of his cock. And I’m met with the full-on, naked Lance Vincent Knight.

Every part of him is solid. His shoulders are broad, toned, and tanned. There are dips and valleys of darkened skin and brutal scars that adorn his beautiful torso — chiseled abdominals with a V-line that points toward his thick, angry erection. The silver glint of something at the end of his cock causes me to gasp.

Thick, muscled thighs greet me, and the bloodied scar that’s slowly oozing crimson liquid makes me want to move to it, to fix him, but his growl stops me in my tracks.

“I didn’t know what to think, baby girl. You were gone for two long years. I broke, Giuliana,” he confesses. “I may be a killer, but I was a man in love. Even now, looking down at you, I can’t believe you’re here with me.”

“I am,” I assure him. He tugs at my panties, but I aid him in getting me naked and push the material down my thighs. Then, I pull my tank top over my head. Once I’m bare, I lie back and spread my legs for the only man who ever owned my virginity. “Take what was always meant to be yours.”

Lance

I watch her for a moment. I’m not sure this is real or if the pain medication is taking hold of me, but I go with it. I’m in awe of the woman before me. When she was merely eighteen, she was perfect. There wasn’t anything that could’ve taken me away from her. And now, at twenty-one, she’s still the most flawless woman I know.

I hide the wince of pain that shoots through me when I lean in toward her, inhaling her sweetness. She’s already wet, needy for me. “When I thought you were with Sergio, I only had more reason to kill him,” I confess, allowing my hot breath to whisper along her pussy. “And now that I have you, I’m glad the asshole is dead and can’t touch you again.”

“Lance, please,” she whimpers when my hands grip her porcelain thighs. Opening her wide, I slowly lap at her core. The intoxicating flavor of her arousal has my cock throbbing.

“I wanted to plunge my blade so deep inside him,” I admit while licking at her pretty little pussy. “I wanted to slice deep cuts into his face, making him look like the goddamn Joker.” My words, drenched with rage, promises of violence, and mixed with her soft whimpers of pleasure, are a contrast to what we’re doing.

She loves the violence.

She loves the danger that simmers between us, emanating from me.

My blood is burning for both murder and fucking. Suckling her clit into my mouth, I graze my teeth along the nub. Giuliana mewls, her hands fisting in my hair, tugging and pulling at the strands, trying to get me closer to her.

She’s so close I can feel the flutters of her tight cunt as I dip my tongue into her body, and the moment I reach for her nipple, tweaking the tiny bud, she lifts her hips off the bed, and I’m drenched in her pleasure.

Rising slowly as pain shoots through me, I focus on her. The agony is nothing compared to what I’m about to devour. I grip my dick, stroking it slowly as I watch her come down from the high of her orgasm. Her eyes flutter open, meeting my dark, hungry stare. With hands on either side of her head, I place my cock at her entrance. The warmth of her is enough to make me blow my load.

“It’s going to hurt,” I tell her. I want to plunge my fingers into her first, to feel her resistance break and tear, but I don’t. I’ll claim her with my cock.

“I know. I’m ready. Just do it already,” she sasses me. Nudging her wetness, I inch into her, feeling her spread around the tip of my erection. Her hands fly to my shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh.

“Fuck, Giuliana,” I grunt out when I’m met with her barrier. Her virtue. She is mine, always has been, and the moment I plunge into her, nobody can take her away from me again. “You’re so tight.”

“Lance, please just do it.” Her plea matches the one from earlier, and I can’t hold back. I meet her stare, wanting to look into those blue orbs the moment I seat myself fully inside her.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes,” I tell her. Then without warning, I roll my hips, slamming into her cunt, causing her to cry out in pain and me to grunt in pained pleasure. Warmth envelops my dick like never before.

I may not be a virgin, but no woman has ever felt so perfect on my cock. Stilling above her, I wait for her to adjust to my length. Her walls, hot and tight, fitting around me like she was made for me.

“Are you okay?” I watch as the tears trickle from her eyes, but she nods in response. My hips move for the first time, sliding out, then thrusting back in. Her nails dig into my shoulders, scratching the fuck out of me, but I can’t move any slower than I already am. My wounds are crying out for relief, and I know I have to lie back soon. Biting my lower lip, I focus on her.

“Faster,” she moans, the wince of agony on her face and the word she utters are a contradiction. “Just do it faster.”

I obey my princess, pulling my dick from her core, then slamming back in. I wanted to make love to her, to slowly allow her to feel pleasure, but I can’t. I fuck her mercilessly. Her tits bounce as I plunge into her cunt.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I can feel my orgasm near, but I bite back my release as I reach between us. My fingers finding her clit, circling the nub.

Her eyes roll back

, her hips rise to meet mine, and I know she’s finding pleasure in the pain. I continue working her body, making her feel every inch of me. My cock throbs inside her, needing to fill her. I should’ve used a rubber, but fuck it, she’s mine, and if I bury my seed in her womb, then I’ll die a happy man.

I move faster, fucking her into the mattress, needing to bury myself deep. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she pulls me in. Our bodies move together like a symphonic dance.