Page 10 of Angelo

In retaliation, Elyse sucked in his cock, roughly, between her lips, using both tongue and teeth to repay him for the torment he'd inflicted on her moments ago. Her husband winced as she pleasured him like they were enemies at war. She pulled away, diving low to nip his balls. With soft, shallow gasps of pain, he reached down to pinch and twist her nipple harder than necessary.

Green eyes flashing, Elyse glared as she swallowed his cock once more, purposely running her teeth along his hardened flesh as her lips suctioned him from base to tip. His face contorted with bliss and agony. He slapped her breast. Not hard enough to pinken her skin. But enough to send another warning. She didn't care, though, and continued to pleasure-punish him with her mouth and teeth.

A minute later, Alessandro growled, "Enough."

He dragged his cock from her mouth. She released him with a loud, wetpopwhile smirking in triumph. Without another word, he started unbinding her wrists and ankles. The freedom felt intoxicating. He tore off his dress shirt and tossed it to the floor. Alessandro sat back on their bed and pulled Elyse to his lap, her thighs straddling him. He removed the tortuous toy from her pussy, set it aside, and inched his cock back inside her. As he started thrusting away—slowly, at first, then, faster and deeper—his hand crept up to her throat. His thumb and fingers caressed the sides of her airways.

He whispered, "Should I keep going?"

She eyed him anxiously. "What do you want to do?"

He pressed his thumb and fingers lightly against the outside of her throat. "Bring you to paradise."

Elyse's face paled slightly. Did Alessandro intend tochokeher? She had never dared to try this sort of kink with any of her previous partners. It seemed dangerous and downright perverse. "I don't know..."

His hand fell away. But curiosity got the better of her. "No, wait..."

Alessandro watched her intently. "Changed your mind?"

"Yes," she replied, "but... be careful."

Suddenly, his cock stilled inside her pussy, her walls pulsated around him, his shaft throbbed against her, while he leaned over to kiss her.

"I would never hurt you,cuore mio," Alessandro promised. "You know the words if this shit ever gets out of hand."

Io sono tua.

"Don't hold back, baby," Elyse mumbled dazedly as he started moving inside her again. "I trust you."

The friction between them stoked hot and heady, melting her senses to liquid fire, mounting her pleasure to unexplored heights, and she never wanted it to stop. Alessandro seemed to be trembling on the brink of release as well. Sweat slicked his skin. His beautiful eyes were closed. Lips were parted. His cock felt impossibly hard and ready to explode at any given moment. Her husband seemed to have found a way to distract from the tragedy of their lives within this moment.

Her orgasm hit a second later.

As her climax swept her away, Elyse released a loud, breathy cry. Her back arched in abandon. Brown and blue-gray eyes flicked open. His gaze locked onto her. A hand snaked up her breasts and closed around her throat once more. He squeezed on the sides—gently, then, a little more—until the pressure made Elyse feel as though a second heartbeat was pulsing pleasure straight from her core.

The sensation intensified in a thunderous spiral. Every pulse and every beat brought with it a new tide of bliss. Her orgasm spun wildly into a blissfully exquisite sense of ruin. Elyse could still breathe, but she was also growing extremely lightheaded. She was floating in ecstasy. It felt like an out-of-body experience.

At this time, a guttural, unsteady groan escaped her husband. Alessandro pulled out from between her legs and came all over her stomach in the middleof her unreal, surreal orgasm. Elyse felt ready to pass out from bliss, from exhaustion, but Alessandro didn't seem to be done with her. While Elyse lay in a helpless heap beside her husband, she watched as he cleaned himself off, fisted his cock back to life, and snapped on another condom.

He then flipped Elyse over to her stomach, hoisted her ass in the air, and mounted her from behind. Elyse thought she was ready for him. She was wrong. His cock practically punched into her womb. This fucking was unlike anything she had ever experienced with her husband.

Before, even when the sex was rough, her pleasure had always been at the forefront of their lovemaking. This time, however, it felt clear that Alessandro was using her entirely for his pleasure. He went hard and fast.

Selfishly.

Desperately.

Ruthlessly.

His fingers gripped her hips hard enough to leave reddened marks. He kept smacking her ass as he pummeled into her, grunting and groaning obscenities in a blur of Italian and English that left Elyse feeling both shocked and breathless.

For years, their fathers' sins had dictated their lives. Fate swerved and spun beyond their control, battering them down day by day. In this moment, two shattered halves clung to each other out of desperation. In him, Elyse sought to relinquish control from a life that had demanded her everything. Trust and love fueled submission. Alessandro seemed to relish in this precious power she gifted him. She was hisangelo. His wife.His heart.He claimed her without remorse. She became entirely his in a cruel, violent world where nothing was given for free.

Alessandro heaved and gasped his release within minutes.

Sadly, though, she felt no afterglow to this intense one-sided fucking. There was only an aftermath. Their bodies had never been closer, but he still felt so far away from her. Wordlessly, Alessandro rose from the bed to discard his condom. He didn't return to Elyse's side right away. Instead, her husband disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the water turn on.

With the same heaviness from hours ago still weighing on her, Elyse turned away from him. The sex with Alessandro had been mind-blowing, as always, but the pleasure didn't feel as satisfying because nothing had been resolved between them. If anything, fucking him only served to worsen her anguish. As Elyse lay alone in their bed, her mood took a grim turn. It was plain as daynow. Her husband had chosen, once again, to fuck away his demons instead of confronting them. It pained Elyse to know that she couldn't reach him.

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