Page 11 of His Sacrifice

The third one hit below the other two, and her voice began to shake.

The fourth hit her legs, right below her ass, and she fought to not come up off the table. Tears fell down her face, her pussy clenching around air. If I didn’t finish this soon, I’d be plunging my cock into her to find relief.

The fifth was the hardest by far and by then, she’d reached her limit. “Enzo, I’m sorry. Please, please." She sobbed, begging for mercy.

I set the belt down with a clank and adjusted myself before I reached out and petted her head. When she rubbed her bare ass against my cock and leaned into my hand, I was lost. She wasn’t my stepsister at that moment—she was the beautiful woman I wanted to claim for my own.

Eight

SERAFINA

I couldn’t stop shaking. I’d never been so turned on in my life. What the hell? My core ached and my hardened nipples pushed against my lace bra. My ass burned, but my body throbbed as he smoothed down my hair.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffled, not knowing how many more he planned on giving me. He stood behind me, not even trying to hide the fact he was getting off on this. “Please…”

He grasped my neck and pulled me up to him. I was thankful when he slid his arm around my waist, because I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me right now.

“Please, what, princess?” he growled in my ear.

I didn’t know what I wanted. When he flipped me around to face him, all I saw was lust in his eyes.

He wiped my cheek with his thumb before catching my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “All I want to do is fuck you into next week. I’m guessing I’d slip right in.”

I tugged at my restraints as I met his gaze. So many things running through my head. I should run, scream, do anything except lean into him and nod. “Yes, Enzo.” My chest heaved as I labored for my next breath.

He ran his hands down my arms, released the tie, and gently massaged them. I squealed when he ran his hand up into my hair, taking it in his fist and tugging. “Tell me what you want.”

I squeezed my thighs together. There was only one answer. “You, Enzo.”

He did not hesitate to pull my head back and capture my lips, plunging his tongue in without questioning. My hands moved up to his neck as he explored me, sucking and nipping at my lips as he did so. The kiss was full of want, need, and animalistic lust.

I didn't know where my panties had gone or how I got on top of the desk with my legs tightened around his waist. When had he picked me up?

He pulled back, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth as he went. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but the glint of metal caught my attention. My body quivered, but I was afraid to move. Enzo was known for his knife work. He brought the blade to the top of my dress, and I recognized the handle as he sliced through the fabric. It was the one I'd stolen when I was sixteen, because I wanted to give him a nice birthday present. It was a one-of-a-kind custom-made Damascus steel knife which looked more like a dagger.

He ran the blade across my breasts as if contemplating his next steps. In a flash, my dress was in shreds on the floor—along with the knife. I tightened my grip as he put enough space between us to release his cock. When he ran it across my opening, I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling.

I cried out when he clutched my throat.

"Serafina, look at me." I gulped, but complied.

"I want you to watch as I claim you and make you mine."

"Please." I didn't recognize the voice coming out of my mouth. As long as I could remember, I'd wanted him to see me as something other than an annoying child.

His fingers bit into my hips as he entered me. Even as wet as I was, it burned as I adjusted to his size.

“You like this, don’t you?” He pulled back and plunged in again as he laid me down on the desk, bringing his hand up to roughly knead my breast. When I didn’t answer him, he smacked my hard nipple, sending pain through my body. I slid my hands up his arms and pulled him down as I met him halfway. His teeth gripped my earlobe and bit down. “I asked you a question.” He picked up his pace as he moved his hand around my throat. Why did I find it so hot?

When he tilted my ass up and hit a certain spot, I dug my nails into his arms. “Yes, Enzo, please.” He hit that spot again. “Right there.”

His movements became hurried. When he pulled back and our gaze met, his face had a wild look to it; one I’d never seen before. His grip tightened on my throat as he hit my clit with each thrust.

“You are mine,” he growled as his teeth grazed my shoulder, digging into my flesh. It was all too much. I came so hard I saw stars. He wasn’t far behind me as he grunted through his release, collapsing on me as I chased my breath. I’d just let my stepbrother fuck me. Oh, lord, it had never been like this before. I wasn’t sure a man could make me climax, but he hit all the right spots.

He tenderly ran his tongue over the bite mark before pushing away and stalking to the bathroom without a word. I sat up on the desk, covering my breasts, confused all to hell. What had just happened? He reappeared moments later, all buttoned up, with a scowl etched across his face.

“Give me five minutes,” he growled into the phone before disconnecting the call and throwing it across the room. He breathed out a deep sigh before grabbing his jacket and holding a hand out to me. I placed my hand in his and winced as my sore ass pulled away from the desk. Enzo wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, covering my nakedness.

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