Page 111 of Hate Mates

I swallow. “Please…take me.”

“Fuck, Ottavia. Beg me to fuck you.” His thumb presses against my clit, sending a shockwave through my core.

“Please,” I whimper. “Please fuck me, Vincenzo.”

Pure satisfaction slithers across his face, blue eyes beaming with cruel delight. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he rasps, reaching between us, taking his cock in his hand, pressing the tip at my entrance.

I close my eyes, bracing myself, anticipating what’s about to happen. Countless nights I’ve fantasized about being with him, having him claim me, giving me so much pleasure I’d break, just for him.

There is no resistance from me as I lightly flex my hips in search of him. But he inches back, just out of reach as he leans close, pressing his cheek against mine.

“I will…never…fuck you. Wife.”

My eyes snap open, my body going still as his words slice through the haze of lust. So cruel. So final.

The darkness in his eyes steals my breath. Pools of cold-blooded spite. “You think I don’t know your father had you taken off birth control?”

Ice splinters through my veins.

“That he wants you pregnant with my child as soon as fucking possible to secure the Del Rossa-Savelli bloodline?” He fists his length, pumping slowly, deliberately, his gaze locked on mine.

“Vincenzo—”

“What I can’t figure out is why a virgin needs to be on birth control in the first place. Unless…” With the head of his cock, he spreads my pussy lips, coating his length with my arousal. “Unless Daddy has trust issues, not quite confident that his little girl will behave.”

“Please stop.”

“Shut up and watch me. Watch how I make myself come.”

My stomach twists as he strokes himself faster, his breathing ragged, muscles tensing. His icy gaze never leaves mine, daring me to look away, challenging me to deny the desire still smoldering in my core.

His pleasured sounds fill the room, ricocheting off the walls like an erotic sermon solely dedicated to my undoing.

“You want my cock inside that needy cunt, don’t you? Want me to fill you up?”

“Stop…” Tears trail down my cheeks.

“You want my cum, don’t you, wife? You want my baby inside your belly.”

“Vin—”

“Jesus, fuck!” His groan is guttural, and he slams his palm against the headboard, his body tense as he jerks his cock inches from my face. Hot streaks spill across my cheeks, my mouth, and I can smell his cum as my tears burn hot.

His hand slows, squeezing the last drops out as he gasps for air, chest rising and falling, and I’m barely able to stop the sobs from welling up in my throat.

Unable to look at him, I turn away, only to have him jerk my face back to meet his gaze.

“My sweet, sweet wife.” He traces a finger along my lips, smearing his cum down my chin. “You will never carry my child.” I choke on a whimper as he forces a finger into my mouth, his taste flooding my tongue. “This is the only place my cum will ever go.”

THREE

Vincenzo

Iwake expecting satisfaction. Expecting the quiet hum of victory, the smug contentment of knowing I’ve put my new wife in her place. Instead, something sits uneasily in my chest, a weight that refuses to settle.

Ottavia is gone. The bed beside me is empty, the sheets smooth and undisturbed, as if she was never here at all.

Good.

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