Page 74 of Empress of Savages

I turn. Give him a coy look over my shoulder. I’m just playing, but he snorts like a bull.

“Oh, that looks so fucking good,” his nostrils flare.

“I’m going to tear it off you right now.”

He slams me, face first against the wall.

“It’s so fucking good to have you back.” From behind, he takes hold of my breast. The weight of his body presses against me.

With the tip of his finger, he turns my chin. With his mouth close to mine, he tells me, “I’m going to eat you. then I’m going to fuck you.”

I wonder about the girls outside. Until he tears the shorts with his teeth while he fingers and sucks me to a rising, spilling, overflowing crescendo. Then another with his tongue and his teeth, while he coaxes and teases my ass.

“Who are you?” he snarls.

“I’m Lucia. Lucia Benedetti. Donna Fortuna.”

I’m going over. Trembling. My knees are ready to collapse.

He rips the cami to shove his cock between my tits. But he still loves the feel of the torn silk in his hands, as he pushes my breasts together and rams his cock up and down between them. When he yanks and pulls my hair, I think he’s going to come.

He’s so fierce, we almost fight, we tussle and wrestle as I scramble, biting and moaning, up to my feet. I turn again to the wall.

“Fuck me,” I tell him. “Do it.”

After the slow, ripping tear of the shorts, he saws along my dripping cleft, smashing into my swollen lips. The hot thickness of his slick bulb cleaves my wet lips and splits me wide. I gasp and moan, trembling and jerking.

“You still don’t know who you are.”

His head is low and he almost growls.

“No.” I stammer.

“Do you.” He slams all the way into me. His savage need makes my knees buckle as he pins me flat against the wall

“Yes. No. Kind of.”

I come almost immediately. Then, he rams into me with an unstoppable frenzy and I come again. We come together and he explodes into me with buckets of sticky jizz.

Breathless, leaning forward with his hands on his thighs, he rasps. “You kind of know who you are? The fuck, woman. I know who you are. How can you still not know?”

I’m about to speak, but I decide against it. He anticipates me. “And don’t give me any of that pseudo-science bullshit that quack charlatan spouts. I can’t believe the hospitals let frauds like him loose with sharp objects to chop and slash around in people’s brains.”

When we get back outside to the showroom, reasonably dressed and composed, he sounds impish as he tells Stefania,

“We’d better have two more sets of the lingerie.”

I put a hand on my hip and tell him, “If you’re going to treat them like that, we’d better have two dozen.”

Stefania’s eyes widen and she gulps.

“Yes, alright,” he snarls, “Two dozen.”

“We…” Stefania is not a girl who likes to say ‘no.’ Especially not to a man like Alessio. “We may not have that many pieces in stock today. In la Donna’s exact size that is?—”

“You can have them sent. For fuck’s sake.” His eyes are ablaze. “she’s not going to get through two dozen sets tonight.”

“Well…” I tip my head and put out my lip as I raise an eyebrow.

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