Page 85 of Cage of Thorns and Blood

I tangle my fingers in her hair and take her mouth in a needy, hot kiss.

She moans and kisses, the fire that’s always there as a slow ember between us sparking to life as a roaring inferno.

I deepen the kiss, and her delicious tits press against me. Fuck, I need her, and I can’t wait to get to our room. The kitchen is to the left, and I take her hand and drag her into it. There’s no one in here, but someone could come in at any minute.

I spy the door and pull her to that. I open it and step inside an old-fashioned storage space. A large pantry, with bags of flour and potatoes on the floor and jars lining the shelves.

The light switch dangles by the door, and I pull it. A dim bulb flickers to life in the far corner of the room, throwing a dull yellow light over us.

My gaze takes in Renata and what she’s wearing. A simple light wool dress and boots. Perfect.

I pull the pantry door closed behind us.

“Matteo, I don’t think…”

My kiss stops her protests. I see the table out of the corner of my eye and spin her around. I bend her over it, and she gasps when I roughly hike her dress up.

I need to be inside her, to know she’s real, alive, and vital. To push that awful image from Nico’s study out of my mind.

She’s wearing a lace thong under her sensible dress, and I grin. That’s my Renata. Always with the sexy underwear, and I love it.

I smooth my palms over her ass and pinch one cheek. She gasps as I pull her thong to one side, finding her clit. She’s already wet, but I want her soaked. I lean over her and nibble her ear, as I toy with her pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you over this table like you’re the scullery maid and I’m the lord of the manor, and you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

Renata might be a woman who likes to be in control in every aspect of her life, but she loves to be bossed around in the bedroom. She might deny it, and even boss me right back, but it always makes her wet.

“Fuck you, this is sexual harassment, you disgusting pig. I’ll go to the manager.”

I laugh. “That’s the worst role play ever. They didn’t have managers in the feudal system, just women who did what they were told.”

“I don’t think the lord of the manor had a big, pierced dick.” She laughs.

“No, probably not. I’m going to shove it inside you, right here in this dark little room where anyone might walk in at any moment.”

She moans, and I rub her pussy harder. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, and you’re only wearing a tiny thong so some of it is most certainly going to drip down your thighs.”

“Matteo,” she moans.

I unzip and push myself inside her. She grips the table, and her cries are too loud, so I reach around with one hand and slam it over her mouth. Her cries become soft moans breaking against my flesh like waves against the shore.

My cock hits deep inside her, my balls slapping against her ass as I fuck her hard and desperate against the table.

I trap her clit between two fingers, and she bucks, her pussy clamping around me.

She comes, her cries intensifying as she bites my hand, which pushes me over the edge with her.

“Fuck me, Renata.” I pull out of her carefully, always aware of my piercings, and right her thong.

She turns to me, and her face is flushed, her lipstick smudged. There’s blood on her mouth, and I wipe it away with my thumb. “Your hand,” she says horrified.

“It’s fine,” I reply. “I’ve told you many times. I love your marks on me.”

“I hope no one heard.” She tries to smooth her dress down.

“Who cares?” I shrug. “Anyway, I think we should go for an afternoon siesta.”

Her eyes narrow. “By siesta you mean sex?”

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