Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Holy shit.
How was I to resist him when he said things like that?
Our brief history of violence meant I was resistant and I don’t think I fell in love with Ettore at that moment, but it was the closest I’d ever been to it. I had never felt more connected to a person than I did right then.
He demanded of me, “Tell me your mine.”
And I gave, “I’m yours.”
He placed his forehead against my temple and grated, “You belong to me.”
Was there ever a question?
I felt zero trepidation when I said the words. “I belong to you.”
The way he flinched as our bodies slid apart then together again told me he belonged to me too.
“‘Til death and beyond.”
“Always, baby,” I breathed against his mouth and this time, when our lips connected, it felt deeper than lust. Deeper than anything I was used to.
It felt like coming home.
His hips picked up in pace and, quite suddenly, it wasn’t enough. Ettore’s front pressed into me, firmly, until my body was trapped against his. His torso flush against my own, I felt his heart beating and, as I gazed into his icy eyes, I saw something.
A spark of warmth, and I claimed it. It was mine.
My husband fucked me, harder and harder, and when I felt that delicious stirring begin, I reached between us and touched myself. Ettore noticed. Our foreheads met and, together, we looked down. The sight of his long, thick cock driving into me was enough to make my pussy spasm, and it caused Ettore to hiss and his hips to buck out of time.
As I rubbed the sensitive bud between my legs with one set of fingers, the other coiled around the material at his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he plowed into me. My body bounced with every thrust and soon, my head fell back against the cool fridge door. “Oh, shit.”
My snug pussy tightened around him and he nipped, then sucked at my collarbone. “Fuck yes, baby. Come for me. Let me feel it when it hits.”
I was already dangling over the edge. It didn’t take long to tumble all the way over.
My fingertips pressed firmly on my clit and when I changed up the circular rotation to a rapid side-to-side movement, my eyes fluttered closed as my lower belly grew taut. Within seconds, my spine went rigid, my mouth rounded and I gasped loudly as it struck me.
My core pulsed fitfully around him, like a tight glove milking his cock, and Ettore hissed loudly, pushing himself into me, holding himself deep inside of me. The hand around my jaw tightened, he pressed his mouth against the apple of my cheek and ground against me. So deeply connected, he struggled to breathe right and his quiet muttering of, “Oh, yes, baby. Just like that. I’m so proud of you. You feel so good,” had my arms circling his neck, holding him close and mewling softly.
His breathing turned heavy. “Tell me you want my cum.”
I did. More than anything. “I want it.” I puffed out.
Ettore groaned out, “Jesus. Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Give it to me,” I cried.
“You’re such a good girl. My good girl.” He pressed a small kiss to my parted lips. “Take it, baby.”
Not a moment later, his body turned firm and unyielding, and when his cock began to jerk and he started to come, it lasted so long I thought he might not be able to stop. His fingers curled around me harshly as he lost control. Ettore was left breathless, and when it was finally over, he let out a rattle and rasp, inhaling deeply, panting loudly. He held me up with closed eyes, wearing an expression I’d never seen him wear before.
It was soft in a way that looked unnatural on him.
Effortlessly, he carried me over to the kitchen island, sat me down on the edge then tugged at my skirt, lifting it high. He pushed my legs open and when he looked down at my tender pink pussy, my cheeks flamed. My husband stared openly, reached out and shamelessly spread my lips apart with two fingers.
I held my breath as he witnessed his come seep out of my snug hole and the expression, he wore then was one of pure male satisfaction.
My gaze lowered. Embarrassed, I forced a small smile and teased, “Are you trying to get me pregnant, dear husband?”
It was a joke so I expected a laugh. Instead, I got a cool glance and something in his eyes that looked dangerously close to guilt.
“Wait,” I peered down at the thick white semen oozing out of me, then back up at him. “Are you?”
Chapter 16
Transgressions
Vittoria
My heart stopped when Ettore merely said in that infuriatingly uninterested way of his, “Would that be so bad?”
I don’t know. My brain had temporarily ceased to function.