She nods frantically, her eyes wide and filled with dark, twisted need, and I know she’s close, so close. I press the device harder against her, sending waves of pleasure through her as I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear.
“Come for me, Natalie,” I murmur, my voice a dark, seductive growl. “Come while he watches. Come while I torture him for daring to touch what’s mine.”
She cries out, her body shaking as she shatters, her orgasm tearing through her with violent force. I watch as her body trembles, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, and I know she’s completely lost in the moment, in the twisted, dark pleasure I’ve given her.
Luca’s barely clinging to life, his breath shallow and uneven. It’s time to end this, time to finish him off and make sure Natalie understands exactly what it means to be mine.
I hold the bloodied knife in my hand, feeling the weight of it, the slickness of Luca's blood on the blade. My gaze shifts to Natalie, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with a dark, twisted hunger. She’s still caught in the aftermath of her previous release, but I’m not done with her yet—not by a long shot.
Slowly, deliberately, I lower the knife to her body, the sharp edge grazing her skin just enough to leave a faint, red line along her thigh. She gasps, her body jerking in response, but instead of fear, there’s something else in her eyes—something raw and primal.
“You want this, don’t you?” I murmur, my voice a dark, seductive purr as I drag the blade higher, toward the juncture between her thighs.
She whimpers, her hips bucking toward the blade, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The thrill of seeing her so willing, so eager for the darkness I offer, sends a surge of dark satisfaction through me. I trail the blade lightly over her inner thigh, watching the way her muscles tense, her body quivering with anticipation.
I bring the blade higher, pressing it against the thin fabric of her panties, right over her core. She moans, her hips grinding against the knife, seeking more. I press harder, the blade just shy of cutting through the fabric, teasing her, driving her to the brink.
“Tell me what you want, solnyshko,” I whisper, my voice low and commanding. “Tell me how badly you want to come with this knife pressed against you, with the blood of the man who thought he could take you from me on your skin.”
She gasps, her hands clutching at my arms, her nails digging into my skin as she struggles to form the words. “Please, Dante,” she whimpers, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need to come. Make me come… please.”
A dark smile curls my lips as I press the blade harder against her, feeling the heat radiating from her body, the way she begs so beautifully. I twist the knife just slightly, the edge of the blade teasing her through the fabric, and she moans, her body arching off the table, desperate for more.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, my voice is filled with satisfaction.
“Now,” I say, my voice a dark, commanding whisper. “Let’s finish this.”
She watches, her eyes wide and filled with something dark and twisted, as I press the device one last time to Luca’s chest, holding it there as the life drains from his body. His scream is cut short, his body convulsing violently before finally going still, the light fading from his eyes.
It’s over.
I turn to Natalie, my gaze locking onto hers, and I can see the way she’s trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and desire. She’s mine, truly and completely, and there’s no turning back now.
I pull her close, my hands firm on her waist as I press her against the wall, the blood from Luca’s body still wet on the floor beneath us. Her eyes flutter closed as I kiss her, hard and possessive, the taste of blood and violence still lingering between us.
“Do you understand now, solnyshko?” I murmur against her lips. “Can you finally see me?”
Then without another word, I grab her, pulling her close and pressing her against my body. Her skin is hot, slick with the evidence of our twisted play, and I press my lips to hers, tasting the metallic tang of blood and the sweetness of her release.
I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the table where Luca’s lifeless body lies. I lay her down beside him, the blood from his wound pooling around her, mingling with the slickness of her arousal as I position myself between her thighs.
I thrust into her with a single, brutal motion, and she cries out, her body arching off the table as I start to move, hard and fast. The grime and sweat on our bodies make everything slick, primal, and I can feel a sense of contentment burning in my chest as I claim her completely, surrounded by the evidence of my dominance.
Natalie moans, her body trembling beneath me as she clings to me, her nails biting into my back as I fuck her hard, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge. I can feel the tension coiling in her, feel the way her body responds to the violence, the darkness that surrounds us.
I press the bloodied knife against her throat, just enough to draw a thin line of blood, and that’s all it takes. She shatters around me, her body going limp as her orgasm tears through her, her scream echoing through the room as I follow her over the edge, my release surging through me like a tidal wave, violent and all-consuming.
We collapse together, still trembling, our breaths ragged and uneven as we cling to each other, the aftermath of what we’ve done crashing over us in waves. The blood on our skin, sticky and warm, is a visceral reminder of the power, the violence that binds us together.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, and what I see there sends a thrill through me. She’s not the same girl she was before. She’s darker, harder, more twisted.
Natalie’s mine, in every way that matters, and there’s no going back now.
I cup her face in my hands, my thumb brushing over the blood smeared across her lips. “You’re mine, solnyshko,” I murmur, my voice low, filled with dark satisfaction. “Now and forever.”
She nods, her eyes still glazed with the aftershocks of what we’ve just done, and I know she understands. She’s accepted it, embraced it. There’s no more resistance, no more fear. Only us, bound together by blood and violence, by the dark, twisted love that we share.
And as I pull her close, pressing a kiss to her bloodied lips, I know that this is just the beginning. We’re only just getting started, and the world will soon know what it means to cross Dante Corleone.