Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
The head of my cock pushed inside her ass.
Ella yelped and rose onto her toes.
“Remember, this is what you wanted, baby.”
The voice inside my head warning me to go gentle was drowned out by a primal need to claim.
I thrust forward, impaling my cock deep inside of her.
Her body bucked as she screamed.
The sight of my thick girth forced deep inside her tight hole was one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed.
It was the ultimate act of submission.
For her to accept the pain, to accept my dominance over every part of her.
“Oh, God! It hurts,” she whimpered.
I pulled out slightly and thrust in again as her body clenched around my flesh. Releasing my grip on her hair, I pressed my chest against her back and reached around us to cup her breasts.
All restraint gone, I pounded into her like a rutting beast, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples.
My thrusts were so ferocious her knees buckled.
My legs absorbed the impact as I followed her to the shower floor.
With her on her hands and knees before me, I grasped her hair again. Her back bowed as I reared upward. Raising my arm, I smacked her ass before I increased the feverish pace of my thrusts.
Scorching hot water pounded down on us, filling the chamber with steam and making it hard to breathe.
After several more punishing thrusts, I moved my hands to her ass. Splaying her cheeks open wide, I watched my cock open her now sore hole, taking sadistic pleasure in forcing it to accept me.
My balls tightened at the sight. Pressure rippled down my shaft. With a final thrust I roared my release, pulling back so I could watch my come coat her gaping hole before the water washed it away.
Lightheaded from the intensity of my release, I wasn’t finished.
I turned her onto her back. Sliding her forward so the shower stream would strike her breasts not her face, I lifted her hips and hooked her legs over my shoulders. I then pushed my face between her thighs and feasted.
Licking and sucking at her clit until her body bucked and she cried out her own release.
Only then did I lower her legs to straddle me so I could pull her up against my chest.
My arms wrapped securely around her, she burst into sobs.
I cupped the back of her head and buried my face in her wet hair, my own tears now falling.
CHAPTER 47
MATTEO
Her tears spent, I held her close until her body went limp in my embrace.
Only then did I maneuver onto my knees and then rise, still holding her close.
Turning off the shower with my elbow, I carried her wet and clinging to my neck back into the bedroom. With one hand, I tossed back the blankets and crawled into bed, using its warmth to dry our bodies.
Neither of us spoke.
I clung to her until her body stopped trembling with emotion and finally stilled.
Brushing the hair away from her face, I stared down at her closed eyes. She had fallen into an exhausted sleep.
Breathing in the clean scent of her skin, I kissed the top of her head and whispered, “You’re safe, baby. I’m here and I’m going to fix this. God help me, I’m going to fix this.”
Her lips rested near my tattoo.
I stared at the bright purple and gold colors of the passionflower with the Triad crown over a crimson pomegranate.
One of the proudest moments of my life was standing next to my father during the brotherhood marking ceremony. At the time, I’d felt an almost divine purpose to my life. Knowing that, unlike so many who squandered their wealth and privilege on selfish pursuits, I would have a higher calling.
This moment superseded that.
My life’s purpose was now solely focused on keeping this beautiful, delicate creature in the light. I would not let the cold darkness of her treacherous family consume her.
With slow and gentle movements, I shifted her away from my chest so I could slide from the bed. Standing over it, I watched her curl up under the blankets like a little rabbit.
Padding barefoot and naked over to the window, I drew back the curtains and stared down at the courtyard below.
Unlike the usually serene view of the winery and the vineyards beyond, there was disorder and an ominous energy that hung over the place like a dark cloud.
The aftermath of any disaster, whether it be natural or manmade, was always the same.
Shock. Disbelief. Rage.
As if the tangled mess of sodden rubble and charred remains offended our human need for control and order in the universe.
Father Luca’s car appeared, slowly navigating around the hoses, discarded shovels, and lingering groups of exhausted villagers.
And I knew what needed to be done.
Marching over to my closet, I drew on a fresh pair of jeans, socks, and a soft cotton T-shirt to cover the scrapes on my back before tossing on a charcoal cable-knit sweater. I then selected a pair of dark blue sweatpants and another cream-colored knit sweater. Having no other option, I grabbed a second pair of thick wool socks.