Page 43 of Vicious Little Princess

Every time my eyelids drooped, and I started to fade away, he slapped my cock.

Over and over while teasing my hole mercilessly.

He took it further when he grabbed hold of my shaft and jerked me fiercely, spitting on my crown until his saliva fucking coated me all over.

He drove me to the edge like I had a fuzzy recollection of him doing since I’d been here, ways that kept slamming into me the more he played with me.

Again and again he brought me right to the brink of coming before he’d abruptly stop.

It just wouldn’t end.

He wouldn’t fucking tire of pushing and pushing me.

My body was reeling, pain radiating through me. I felt sick and like I was on fucking fire with how overheated I was.

“Please.”

That one word hung there in the air between us.

It took me a few moments to realize it had come from me.

Angelo fisted my hair and jerked my head at an uncomfortable angle that almost had me retching right then. “Say it. Say it again.”

“Please… do it… fuck me… fuck me now.”

An animalistic rumble came from him as he released my hair, then slammed his hands down on my pecs a second before he slammed into my ass, his cock tearing into me and making me choke from the force of it.

“Fucking shit, yeah!” he yelled in rapture. “Way better than I even fantasized! Fuckme!”

I couldn’t take it.

His cock reaming me so fucking maniacally, igniting pleasure so intense I couldn’t handle it in my current state.

The heat setting my body on fire in the worst ways.

And that fucking nausea and lightheadedness.

I choked, fighting for breath.

And then it all disappeared.

Blackness took me.

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~Nico~

“I’ve got something.”

Milo spat out his mouthful of eggs and literally vaulted across the kitchen island and landed right beside me where I was standing working on the laptop while we’d been eating lunch.

“What is it?” he asked, his urgency not contained in the least.

He wasn’t the only one.

Since this had started, I’d been in a perpetual state of stress, my body coursing with so much adrenaline that my fucking limbs were shaking with it. That had only worsened when Caterina had thrown up and shown signs of sickness caused by it all.

And the fact that the Manor was now surrounded by security personnel. Marchetti soldiers of my father’s. He’d put that in place last night with Angelo still not being located, in a bid to protect Caterina from being taken again.

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