Page 35 of Forced Arrangement

He lifts me against the wall, and I hike my legs higher around his waist, my already short dress hiking higher up my body.

“You fucking torture meTesoro mio.”He strokes a path up my inner thigh, igniting flames on my skin, and when he presses two fingers against my hot center, I move against him, grinding my pelvis against his, feeling his hardness.

“I can't think straight with you near. I should leave you like this now, dripping. Maybe then you'll understand a small bit of the frustration I feel.”

He tries to withdraw his fingers, but I grab hold of his hand.

“Stop now, and I’ll kill you before Guiseppe gets the chance.”

“My ferocious beauty, you will make an astounding leader.”

Hearing that from him, especially when I've been doubting myself all week, does something inexplicable to me. I guide his fingers back to where I crave them the most, and he deftly shifts my underwear aside and unceremoniously thrusts two fingers inside of me.

“Fuck, yes.” My voice is a husky rasp as I move against his fingers hungrily, desperate for him, wanting to be filled with him.

“You're always so ready for me. So deliciously tight.”

He pulls down the sleeves of my dress, taking my flimsy lace bra with it. The chill puckers my nipples, turning them to hard beads, which Angelo rolls between his thumb and forefinger. I barely have time to realize what is about to happen before I come with a staggering intensity.

I feel a spatter of moisture drench my thighs as I writhe against him, gasping, clawing for purchase, nearly dizzy with pleasure.

He doesn't give me a break as his mouth latches onto my breast, sucking, biting, squeezing, and molding.

“More, please,” I manage to say when coherent thought returns.

I find his belt buckle, undoing it and opening his fly, smiling when his cock springs free in my palm, heavy and hot. He makes a low sound in his throat as I fist it and pull a little.

“I should be scared of this thing,” I say and press a kiss to his neck and down his exposed neck. “It destroys me, but heaven help me, I can’t stop wanting to be torn apart.” And then I guide him into me.

“Angelo,” I gasp as he fills me, stretching me painfully. His name is a plea on my lips as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist more tightly.

He makes a guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine, his hands gripping my hips as he drives into me with a force that takes my breath away.

We move together in a frenzy of need and frustration, every thrust a wordless declaration of the emotions we can’t put into words.

“Oh God, Angelo!” I cry as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter within me. I held on to his shoulders for dear life as his thrusts increased in pace and velocity. My second orgasm crashes into me, making my legs shake and quiver.

“By God, you’re beautiful,” he grinds out, and then I feel the heat of his release inside of me. He presses his forehead against my shoulder as he comes apart, managing to support us even as he twitches and jerks with pleasure.

“Fuck,” I murmur as my pussy clenches a few more times around his thickness. “Holy fuck.”

For a moment, there’s only silence, the room filled with the aftermath of our passion. Then Angelo’s grip on me loosens. He allows me to slip down his body, and I feel a momentary pang of sorrow when his dick slides out of me. His hands slide to cradle my face as he presses his forehead against mine.

“Sophia…” He caresses my cheek, running his hand down my face tracing the angry red marks of a sharp, biting kiss that he placed on my neck.

“I hurt you.” His voice is whisper soft and so pained that it tugs at my heartstrings.

“No, you didn't. If I had wanted you to stop, I would've asked you to, and you would have.”

It surprises me how strongly I believe that. Angelo would never hurt me.

“If I wasn't deeply exhausted, I would be begging you to do it again.”

I press my mouth softly against his, and his tongue darts out to stroke my lips.

“I’ll be gentler next time,” he says.

“Only if I want you to be,” I retort, and he chuckles.

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