Page 65 of Ruthless Oath

“You could ask me.” How was he able to get access to my medical files? What else did he know about me?

“Where would be the fun in that?” He wrapped my legs around his hips. “Let’s stop talking and start fucking.”

He lowered himself onto me and reached between us, taking his length in his hand.

“Wait.”

“What is it?” He kissed me. “I can’t wait much longer.”

“You’re going to go slow, right?”

“Probably not.” He pushed his tip inside me. “Let me lead.”

“You mean let you take control.”

“I thought you said you didn’t need me to be gentle.”

“I don’t.” I tightened my hold around his waist, bracing myself for what was to come. “I need you.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. “I promise.”

He took my wrists in his free hand and held them above my head, pinning them into the pillow as he swiveled his pelvis and inched inside me.

I squirmed against his hold, clenching around his massive erection as he swept his lips along my neck and to my breasts.

“You have to relax. I’ll try to be mindful of your inexperience.” He released my hands and trailed his fingers down my sides and to my hips. “You’re so tight.”

When he thrust forward, I cried out and grasped his shoulder. I fought against the intrusion, trying to push him out of me, but he held his ground with his firm strokes.

“I’m almost there,” he said.

“You’re not completely in?”

“You’ll know when I am, sweetheart.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on the warmth of his skin and the burn that his stubble left against my jaw. After a few minutes, his strained groans turned to low, long moans.

As we moved in sync, I realized we were one. The painful sensation and the fear of him hurting me subsided, and pleasure replaced it.

He hoisted my leg over his hip, driving deeper. Then he pulled out and slammed back in, creating a pleasant friction between my legs. His harsh grip on my flesh and his bites to my lips and neck would leave me bruised and swollen, but knowing he had claimed all of me made it worth it.

“Lissia.” He took my face between his hands and gazed into my eyes. “You belong to me.”

I nodded.

“Say it.” He attacked my mouth with his. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I moaned. “Only yours.”

I couldn’t fully comprehend what stating those words would mean for my future, but I meant them. Belonging to a man like Marchello empowered me. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t accomplish while I stood by his side.

When he twisted my hair around his fingers and tugged my lips to his, something inside me broke loose. My stomach muscles coiled tight as he pounded into me. In all the fantasies I’d had about my first time, I never imagined it could be this way. He was rough and unforgiving, but it was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.

I wanted Marchello Accetti to be unapologetically him. I was his to take and to do what he pleased. And in return, he gave me everything I could have desired.

“Oh…” I cried out when my body heaved against his, exploding around his shaft.

“Fuck!” His booming voice bounced off the walls.

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