Page 99 of Capo

I whimper and nod. I fully believe him, and a part of me, not even a small part, is morbidly curious about anal sex.

He pushes a finger against my tight hole, sliding in with frightening ease. Thrusting, he then adds another finger. He goes slow, but he doesn’t accept it when I clench up, instead his palm bears down on my ass, making me squeal. He pushes his cock inside my pussy and leans in, his body heavy on mine, his mouth by my ear.

“Your choice, Chloe. I am not going to damage you, but if you resist me it will hurt.”

“You’re a monster,” I whisper.

He laughs softly. “I’ve never claimed to be anything else. Do you want me to stop?”

He moves in me, his thrusts slow and deep. My body hums with pleasure, and he’s playing me like the master he is. He’s found my tune, and he knows it so fucking well.

“I can’t,” I moan.

“Can’t?”

“Stop. I can’t stop. Oh, God.” I arch up, meeting his caress, gasping with greedy need.

Luciano pulls out, shifts, and then something much thicker than his fingers presses against my rear entrance, spreading it shockingly wide.

“I think dear old God left you a long time ago, Chloe Becker. I’m your God now. And your Devil.”

He pushes deeper. My body resists, clenches, panicking. “Don’t!” I mewl. “It won’t work!”

He sits up, pulls out and I clench air. Then more liquid. Much more liquid. He smears it on and around my entrance, pushes his fingers inside. When he leans over me again, pushing his cock against me again, my resistance is pathetic. He kisses my neck, keeps up the pressure, kisses along my shoulder, pushes on, then he bites down and I jerk from the unexpected pain, temporarily losing control, and he’s past my entrance, past my only chance to keep some control.

“Bastard,” I squeal.

“Nope.” He pulls out a little and then pushes back inside. The fires of a thousand hells burn between my legs. “My mother and father were married. You’ve got to come up with better insults.” He keeps thrusting. In and out. I gasp and try to clench, but it’s impossible to resist his intrusion.

“Monster!”

“That’s a compliment.”

“I fucking hate you!”

“And that’s a fucking lie.” He puts a hand between my legs, fingering my clit as his thrusts intensify. It burns. It sets every nerve ending on fire. I tense up, feeling like a piano string about to snap.

“Please don’t stop!” I gasp. I don’t feel the mattress, I don’t think I breathe, I couldn’t tell my name if someone were to ask.

“I’ll never stop,” he groans, his thundering heart reverberating through my chest, beating as one with mine.

“I’m coming,” I cry as the first deep spasm rocks my body, and then I lose all sense of self as I come undone in the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. He burns in me, scorching hot as he roars out his release, buried deep in my ass, twitching, thick, filling me more than I thought was possible. I hate him and I can’t get enough of him. In this moment he takes everything I am, devours it, twists it and releases it as something else, someone I’m not but that I can be, someone he turns me into.

Still lodged in me, he falls over me, heavy, sweaty. Hot air fans my ear as he pants, his chest heaving.

“Good God,” I whisper, out of breath.

“It’s so different,” he says, rocking his hips a little, thrusting slow, intensifying the furnace.

“What’s different?”

“Being with someone I—Never mind.”

I think I know what he wanted to say, and I’m about to burst with the shock of the unexpected almost-confession. I’m also not going to let him get away. “Someone you…?”

He strokes my hair, pulls some strands off my face. Then he kisses my cheek along my jawline, up toward my ear. “You’re a nosy girl.”

“Well, you’re a coward mob boss.” My heart suddenly slams as sweat breaks out all over my body. I have no idea how he’ll take that.

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