Page 20 of Brutal Husband

“Me,” she breathes.

I lovingly seize her throat. “Louder.”

Rieta looks me dead in the eye. “I’m your perfect little slut.”

I groan and rest my forehead against hers, playing my thumb over her lush mouth. I should stop here. Ineedto stop here.

I grasp her hand and push her palm against the thick, hard rod of my erection. “Feel what you do to me, baby. I want you so much.”

“Sometimes I think you hate me,” she whispers, an agonized expression in her eyes.

“I could never hate you. You’re my world.”

But I know why she’s confused. Everything is complicated, and she has no idea how or why. I have to blow hot and cold on her all the time. Confusing her. Upsetting her. Maybe one day she’ll understand, or maybe she’ll never have to understand because I won’t have to tell her. There’s still time to untangle this mess.

And tangle her to me. Her arms and legs and pretty cunt tight around me.

I shouldn’t do this. I swore that I wouldn’t, but that was before I understood one important thing.

Rieta ismine.

None of that other bullshit matters.

I drag Rieta’s underwear down her thighs and off over her heels. Her lips are parted, and she’s panting softly as she watches me unzip my pants and draw out my cock. I’m blazing hot and heavy in my hand.

“You want me,cara mia?” I murmur, stroking my cock through her slippery pink flesh. She moans as I brush against her clit. “Plead for my cock. I want to hear you beg.”

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The swollen head of Nero’s cock pushes just inside me, making me gasp and grab his shoulders. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight of his thick, veiny length held tight in his strong hand as it plays over my flesh.

All the ways I imagined I’d lose my virginity, it was never like this. Actually, there was only ever one way I imagined losing my virginity. In a huge, expensive bridal suite, in bed, with my husband, on our wedding night. Theonlyway a good Bianchi girl should lose her virginity.

With my fiancé, on his desk, in the middle of the day? This is better. This ishotter. Officially, I’ll lose my virginity the proper way when the time comes, but what happens in his office right now is just for me and Nero. No one has to know.

“Please, I want you, Nero.” No condoms. No precautions. Just me and my future husband with nothing between us.

I feel like a woman for the first time in my life.

An exultant smile spreads over his lips. As he claims my mouth with his, he thrusts his cock inside me. I cry out, our lips sealed together. He feels huge inside me, and there’s a blaze of fire deep in my belly.

Nero breathes raggedly and kisses me again. “Mine. All mine. You’re so tight around me,cara mia. You’re perfect for me.”

He pushes forward another inch, and it hurts. Oh, fuck, does it hurt. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. Nero pulls all the way out, and his length is glistening with my wetness and smeared with fresh, bright blood. Groaning softly, he takes his cock in his hand and strokes himself up and down, twisting himself in his grip.

“So fucking beautiful. Can you take a little more, for me?” he asks, his brown eyes meeting mine.

I nod, my lips pressed firmly together. I’m no baby. I can take it.

The second time he thrusts, tears well up in my eyes.

The third, I’m braced for more pain, but the ache is easing.

The fourth, I cautiously begin to relax, and I feel him thrust even deeper.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, planting soft kisses on my face and throat.

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