Page 43 of Passion and Revenge

Is this a part of his revenge? Am I making it ridiculously easy for him? He didn’t even have to put any effort into getting me into a bed. I was the one who dropped my towel like a cock-hungry slut.

He pushes one finger into me, and I gasp.

“More!” I cry, all thoughts flying out of my head except the feelings he’s eliciting at this very moment.

“Greedy little thing,” he taunts. “You want me to fill all your holes, don’t you?”

I moan, the debasing words only causing pleasure to shoot through me.

“Answer me,” he commands, pulling out his finger and slapping my pussy.

“Aaargh!” I scream as the bite of pain turns into toe-curling pleasure.

“Do you want me to fill all your holes, Sienna? Pump you full of my cum till you’re leaking me for days?”

He slaps my pussy again when I take too long to answer.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

I nod rapidly, breathless. “I want you to fill all my holes and pump me so full of cum that I’ll be leaking you for days.”

A blush heats up my cheeks at the graphic words, but the way his eyes darken makes the embarrassment fade away. Goosebumps rise up all over my arms, and the collar wrapped around my throat feels like an extension of him.

He stabs two fingers into me again. This time around, he curls them upwards, and I almost explode, pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Alessandro,” I scream. “Oh God, Alessandro, please.”

“You’re so wet for me,” he grunts. “So fucking slippery, so tight and hot. Tell me what you need.”

“I need you.”

“My fingers?”

“No, please.” I buck against my restraints, eager to touch him or to soothe the ache inside me. I don’t know which. “I need your d—dick. I need you to fill me.”

“You beg so beautifully,” he rasps.

I glance down to see him lining himself up with my entrance. I’m trembling with need as he taps the blunt head against my entrance. Once, twice. And before I can snap at him to put me out of my goddamn misery, he pushes into me.

“One.” His voice comes out so low that I don’t think I hear him right at first.

Alessandro’s large hands cup my bottom, and he lifts me higher until I’m almost in a perfect curve. Then, he pushes the pillow higher so the pressure is off my back.

“Two.” He pushes in deeper, and my eyes widen as the realization hits me. There are only two inches of him in there. Holy shit.

“Three.”

“I can’t, I can’t!” I cry out.

“You can,” he grits out, his lips peeled back to reveal clenched teeth. “You’re going to take all of me like you’re made for my cock. Four.”

I throw my head back, and my mouth drops open in a soundless scream.

“Five.”

“Please.” I’m not sure if I’m begging for more or for him to stop. But the way his blue eyes flash tells me he wants it to mean more.

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