Page 74 of Born into Mayhem
“Tell me you feel nothing, and I’ll let you go.”
“I thought you were supposed to be fucking me,” she growls, and then makes another attempt to free herself that just makes her tits bounce and my cock twitch inside her.
“You can do that all you want,” I say, watching her pierced nipples dance around. “That’s my girl. Fight me.”
“You’re infuriating,” she yells, thrashing around once more before finally giving up. Her breaths are fast, and her face is flushed, and she looks good enough to fuck, so I do. I rock my hips, thrusting in hard and deep, fucking the anger right out of her.
“Careful, sweetheart,” I tease. “You’re about to come all over the cock of the man you’re so pissed at.”
She growls my name, but I circle my hips, turning it into a cry of pleasure before her pussy tightens around me and she comes hard. Forcing this orgasm onto her is the sweetest goddamn victory, and I savor every second of it.
The first thing she sees when she opens her eyes is my smug, grinning face, and when she tries to close them again, I lean down and bite her lip.
“Don’t even think about hiding from me,vipera mia. I swear I’ll keep you here all night long until you admit the truth.”
I know she’s scared of her feelings, scared of them more than she is of facing down a dangerous man or jumping into the middle of a fight, but I’m done playing games. I need to hear the truth from her.
Kissing the corner of her mouth I say, “Nothing will change,amore mio.Admitting it out loud won’t change anything, but I need to hear you say it.” I kiss along her jaw, whispering the truth as I do. “This is me making love to you, Mia, the one thing you were so adamant you didn’t want. You wanted a hard fucking, not what you thought of as sappy lovemaking, but I’ve got news for you, little viper, I’ve been doing both since I first slid my cock into this tight pussy of yours. Love isn’t a weakness.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?” I bring my face back to hers so I can see her. “You can still be tough, baby, while letting me love you and admitting you love me, too.” I let her wrists go so I can cup her face with one hand. Running my thumb over her flushed cheek, I watch as she slowly softens to my touch before gently leaning into it.
“Amore miomeansmy love,” I tell her. “I’ve never once used terms of endearment with anyone, but you’ve pulled another first from me, sweetheart, because I can’t stop using them with you.” I brush my thumb over her lips before meeting her hazel eyes. “Ti amo, Mia.” I lean closer and lightly kiss her. “I love you, and before you get worried and overthink this, I want to make it very clear that I have no desire to own you or change you.”
She shakes her head and quickly says, “You say that now, but you’re not going to just sit back and let me put myself in danger.”
I raise a brow and say, “Isn’t that what I’m doing right now. I knew I was in love with you before I agreed to this trip, and yet here we are.”
She’s quiet, and I don’t rush her. Finally, she says, “What if that changes? What if you decide you’d rather have a pregnant wife?”
“Oh, I definitely want you as my wife,streghetta mia, but the pregnant part will be up to you.”
“You can’t mean that.”
I kiss her again. “You can either choose to believe me or not. I can’t force you to trust me, but I hope you’ll decide to do that on your own.”
Grazing my finger along the line of black stitches that still runs up her arm, I say, “I don’t like the idea of you putting yourself in danger, but I know you, Mia, and more importantly I love you. I would never take something that means so much to you away. To take away your freedom and ability to be who you want to be would be like killing a part of you. It’s like domesticating a wolf. It might be thrilling for the owner, but the wolf will always be miserable. You can’t force happiness, no matter how hard you might want to.”
I kiss her arm and smile at her. “You are most definitely a feral little animal, Mia, and I would never force you into a cage.” I laugh and add, “You’d just find a way to slit my throat and leave anyway.”
Her smile widens like I’ve just given her a rare compliment.
“Don’t be so stubborn,streghetta mia. Give me the sweet stuff before I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
This time it’s her eyes that widen, but I don’t miss the way her pussy clenches even tighter around me. I give her a wink and fist her hair again.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“God, you’re so bossy,” she can’t resist muttering before she lets out a breath and meets my eyes. “Fine. I admit it. I have feelings for you.”
“Wow.” I rest more weight on her, because it looks like I’m going to be here for a while, and then prop my head in my hand while I watch her. “You’re going to have to do so much better than that,vipera mia. I just ripped my chest open for you and gave you my heart. The least you can do is draw a little bit of blood.”
“Are all Italians this dramatic?”
I wink and tug on a strand of her pink hair. “We’re a passionate people, now stop stalling, sweetheart, and tell me what I want to hear.”
“I’ve been obsessed with you for some time now,” she admits. She ignores my grin and keeps talking. “You drive me crazy, but I also can’t get you out of my head.”
