Page 14 of His Stolen Princess

Cato

She doesn’t fight me as I devour her, and her wetness doesn’t lie. She wants this as badly as I do. Even so, I take it from her, using my tongue, my teeth, and my lips to cover her cunt and lash her clit. I want her to remember this, to remember my mouth like a brand on her pink flesh.

So I suck down all her sweetness, then push my tongue inside her. She gasps, her hands fisting the blanket as I growl against her flesh. I must have her, and I won’t be denied. Not when she’s gone to such lengths to tease and defy me.

I press harder against her, shoving my tongue deeper and staking my claim. She moans as I pull out and focus on her clit. I slide two fingers into her wet slit and spread them, making room for my cock. She needs it just like she needs a reddened ass for flaunting her beautiful body with her door open. Just the thought of my men seeing her sparks a rage in me.

Pulling back, I take my palm and slap her wet cunt.

She yowls and tries to sit up, but I shove her down.

“You will never show these tits to another man.” I slap her again, then press my palm to her clit and rub her slick skin.

She arches under my touch, her dusky nipples hard and begging for my teeth.

“You will never show this ass to another man!” I slap her again.

“Cato!” she cries and tries again to rise.

I push her down and cover her, my hips between her thighs as I claim one of her tits with my mouth and the other with my hand. She’s wild beneath me, her hips grinding against me as she yanks at my hair and curses me in Italian and English.

I suck her tits and twist her nipples, feeling her as she soaks through my pants, her cunt juices heating my cock. Her lips beckon, each pant an invitation. I accept it and claim her mouth, giving her a taste of her delicious pussy as I ravage her plump lips.

Her nails rake across my shoulders, and I pin her again, bending her to my will as I tongue her deeply. She fights, but not enough to convince me, not enough to make me stop. Because I can feel her heart beating, racing right along with mine, both of us invested in our shared pleasure. She stops thrashing and returns to moving against me, trying to get the friction she needs. I won’t give it to her. Not like this. She’ll come on my face or not at all.

“You asked for this, little lioness.” I bite her bottom lip, then nip at her jawline. “Showing me your tits and your pink little pussy.”

“Fuck you,” she snarls.

“You know you deserve punishment. You begged for it by giving me a glimpse of your secrets,” I growl. “If any of my men had seen you, I would kill them with my bare hands. No matter who it was. Is that what you want? Blood on your hands for showing off what should be mine alone?”

I thrust against her, and her moan wraps around me like the snake in the Garden of Eden. Like all sinners, I need another taste of the forbidden fruit.

Returning to her thighs, I slap her pink flesh again. “And you will never give another man the pleasure of your hot, tight cunt. This is mine. I’ll show you just how much I mean it.”

She cries out as I cover her slit with my mouth and slide my two fingers inside her again. I use my tongue to flick her swollen clit again and again as she arches and grips my hair, her legs spread wide as her thighs begin to shake. When I slip another finger into her tight ass, her hips lock. I give her no quarter as I guide her to the edge and push her over while fucking her with my fingers and laving her relentlessly with my tongue.

I keep sucking and licking as she moans and shudders the rest of her release. And when she goes still, her breathing hard, her pussy perfectly marked by my mouth, I turn and bite her inner thigh, leaving my mark on her olive skin.

She whimpers as I stand.

“Remember this, my little lioness. If you ever show your body to any other man, I will spank your pussy until you cry for me to let you come.” I lean closer. “And then I’ll take you in your plum little ass.”

Her eyes narrow, and she sits up. “Bastard!”

“Do you really want to push me right now, Apollonia?” I grip my rock-hard cock through my pants. “I feel I’ve been quite lenient with you this evening. But I can punish you if that’s what you desire.” I reach out and grab a handful of her hair, then tilt her head to the side and run my tongue up her neck, tasting her salt and her need. “I could fuck you right now, slide inside your tight cunt and make you moan until I empty myself inside you, then make you lick my cock clean.”

The sound she makes. Sultry and desirous--the sound of sex. My God. This woman is trying to break my will, to make me into the animal I swore I would never become.

I have to release her before I go too far and take more than I should, even though I’d savor every moment of it. Even though I know what she needs, what she wants so badly that her pussy is already soaked again for me.

Pulling back, I stare down at her, taking in every curve and dimple. When I catch her gaze, it’s on my cock, the hard length pressing against my pants, desperate for her touch.

When her eyes snap back to mine, she snatches her robe over herself. “Get out of my room.”

This time, I retreat. This time, I take what was given and don’t push for more. But next time? I can’t promise to be a good man when faced with the devil in female form. A temptress sent to test me, to awaken a need inside me that I’ve never felt before. “I’ll go, but remember what I’ve said. Any punishment you earn from here on out falls squarely on you. And I promise you, Apollonia, I will show no mercy when I exact my vengeance on your body. I will take my time, just as I will take every hole and mark it as mine.”

She reaches for a pillow. “Get out!”

I step out the door, and the fwump of the pillow hitting the wall sounds behind me. “You asshole!”

I would smile, but I’m far too preoccupied with thoughts of her, and the taste of her pussy that even now remains on my tongue.

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