Page 141 of Where the Wicked Reign

Her reaction had me losing it, and then I was pounding into her ass with absolutely no mercy, watching her bounce for me as she fought to meet my wild, rapid-fire thrusts, even as her breasts scraped against the wall from the violence of it all.

I twisted my hand all over her cunt, dragging my knuckles across her sensitive flesh and it had her coming again, drenching my hand, and her ass clamping down ever tighter around me.

I pounded rougher, harder, even more merciless, into her tight little hole, breaking her open for me, and sending her over the edge again and again, until she was squealing into my hand, then biting it like an animal.

Fucking yes!

“I want you to picture this as you’re standing at the altar tomorrow. Picture me reaming your ass and you loving every second of it as my filthy fucking princess. Picture my cum filling you, it dripping down your thighs, and me fucking it back inside you where it belongs with my fingers while you squirm and pant because it’s all too much, too fucking sensitive after taking a brutal ass fucking from your feral beast of a husband.”

She screamed something muffled into my hand, a moment before she shuddered all over and came harder than before, slamming her ass back against me.

I lost control then and bit down on her right shoulder as I spurted inside her with a snarl.

She brought her hand up and pushed down on my head and I took the cue. I couldn’t not in my current state, and I bit down harder, not just scraping skin, but breaking it, until I tasted her blood on my lips and drank it down too.

As I pulled my mouth away, I watched blood trickling down her skin.

I groaned and pulled out of her, then stuffed two fingers in her ass, shoveling my cum back inside before it could start leaking out.

She eased my hand from her mouth and moaned, “Nico,” while squirming against my fingers.

I kept them buried deep as I nuzzled against her cheek when she turned toward me.

Our gazes clashed, and I smiled as I saw a whole lot of wondrous satisfaction in hers. I was right there with her there. “You’re perfect for me. So fucking perfect.”

She beamed out at me. “I’ll consider this a preview of our wedding night. Us and the boys.”

“Can’t wait, hmm?”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Pain infected her features then. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Me or my fingers buried deep in your sexy ass?”

She chuckled. “Can’t it be both?”

“Yes, it absolutely can.” I licked the blood trickling down her shoulder. “This is going to leave a hell of a mark.”

“Then it’ll be perfect for the show we need to put on tomorrow.”

I hated that. I hated that we had to pretend it was something else, a mark of my dominance over her, of her being used and abused. “Yeah,” I murmured, instead of speaking to it, knowing it would only serve to work me up. She needed me calm and reassuring her right now, not flying off the handle or highlighting how awful tomorrow was really going to be. She was already well aware of that, as it was. Any peace and solace I could give her before that was worth everything.

“We have another ten minutes before the store owner is gonna come back in here. I’ll stay right here holding you until then.”

She nuzzled tighter to me. “Sounds good.”

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~Caterina~

“We are gathered here today to join…”

The walk down the aisle to the groom, being ogled by hundreds, uttering rehearsed vows that had been sent to me late last night by my father with the order tolearn them well or pay the price, had all bled together in a meaningless blur.

Only a few things had stood out.

The first being my father walking me toward my forced marriage while digging his nails into my hand and whispering awful things about thedegradation and humiliationthat awaited me starting later tonight, about how I’d becontrolled like the ungrateful bitchthat I was to him.

Then there’d been Angelo grinning sadistically, thinking I was getting the punishment he believed I deserved, and entering into a hellish marriage.

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