Page 114 of Forbidden Deception

She mews in pain and pleasure, her eyes shutting tightly.

“I got on my knees for the first time in my life for you. If that doesn’t demonstrate my love, my obsession, my crazed want for you, then what will?” I continue, pinching her again.

This time, she yelps.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Not fucking good enough, Venezia. You held a gun to my heart and pulled the trigger.” I let her go, and she turns around.

I pull her zipper down, then slide the denim off her legs. She stands before me in her matching yellow lace underwear like an erotic dream made flesh.

I hook my fingers into the waistband, and pull it off. She gasps, and her hands fly to my shoulders.

“You said you are ready to pay the price, hm?” I stalk towards her, she steps backwards.

She nods but keeps walking backwards until her back hits the wall. I place a hand on the wall beside her head, lowering my head to her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access to bite and nip.

“Lift your legs for me, love.”

She hikes a leg up and wraps it around my waist with complete trust in me.

I grab her other thigh and lift her, making her wrap her legs around my waist. I pull down my zipper and pull my cock out, nestling it at her pussy lips.

I drop my forehead to hers and shut my eyes.

Venezia’s soft hands cradle my cheeks. I open my eyes and find her looking at me with an smile.

“Take what you want and then hug me in bed. I’m yours for eternity, baby.” Her words settle deep. The love and trust in her eyes blazing brighter and hotter than fire.

Instead of actually punishing her—I wouldn’t be able to do it even if I really wanted to—I slowly push into her. Her walls giveway, and I sink into her until I’m full seated, all the way in. We both groan.

Then I start to slowly pull in and out, to truly show how much control she has over me. I can’t hurt her like that. I can’t ever be harsh with her and right now, all I want is to love her. She cries and digs her nails into my bare back. A few tears drip out of her eyes that I easily kiss away.

When she finally gives up after hours of me making love to her and lies limp in my bed, I watch over her. I just cleaned her up, but my God, her body is missing bruises and my love marks.

Crawling over her body, I let my lips softly close around her neck, and I suck. She stirs and opens her eyes, a sleepy, groggy smile on her face. Her legs slide around my hips, and she moans for me.

“More,” she whispers.

“You shouldn’t have asked for that,” I murmur against her skin.

I slip back into her, and she sighs, spreading her legs wider.

Her eyes snap open the minute I do, and before I know it, she flips us and she’s on top of me, running her hands through her hair and bouncing on top of me. Her delicious tits jiggle right in my face, and I groan appreciatively.

“Fucking tease,” I grit out, reaching forward for her tits, but she slaps my hands away with a glare on her face.

“No touching,” she says with a grin.

“Ordering me around again?”

She grins, then continues to bounce on me. My hands clasp the sheets next to me, and my muscles tense, trying to hold back my orgasm. Because that is how wrapped around her finger I am. One word from her, and I obey like a good fucking lap dog.

The days fly by with us making up for the lost time. I keep her by my side, because I am afraid to let her out of my sight. I fearthat she will disappear, that she will leave once more, and I can’t go through that again.

She won’t. I know she won’t, but I can’t help the fear.

When she offers to take me around the city, I am reluctant to say yes, but she gives me those soft eyes with a small smile on her face, and I give in.

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