Page 115 of Die for You
“Since you’re going to fuck me over the altar while Mommy watches.”
He hums low before smashing his lips over mine.
This isn’t a kiss filled with love.
It’s a kiss where we want to eat the other alive.
He tears at my mouth.
I scratch at his face.
He rips off my already ruined dress.
I do the same to his shirt.
He spins me, giving me what I want as he throws me over the altar and tears off my underwear. He reaches down and hisses when he feels I’m already wet. Within seconds, his trousers hit the floor, and his cock plunges deep inside my pussy.
I grip the altar as Lenny fucks me hard. He holds my waist, helping to keep me standing as I relish his brutal strokes. He’s ruthless, and each time he thrusts into me, I grasp the altar as he propels me up the marble.
The hard surface cools down my heated flesh. I take what Lenny gives as he drives into me, before pulling all the way out. He teases my outer lips with his cock, then thrusts back into me.
Leaning down, mid-thrust, he whispers into my ear in Italian, “My girl. Always and forever.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Don’t stop. Don’t you ever stop.”
He turns my cheek as he fucks me, and we both take in the sight of Gianna’s head, watching us. It’s sick and twisted, but it’s the final fuck you.
Her smirk will forever be frozen in time.
Lenny groans, swearing in Italian.
I bounce back on his cock, but he presses me between the shoulder blades, making sure to avoid the gunshot wound as he rides me like I am his own personal toy.
This is possession and ownership.
This is obsessive love.
He is meant for me.
And I am meant for him.
Two broken pieces that make a beautiful mess.
“Ti amo.”
My eyes are still locked with Gianna’s as I come loudly, screaming, “I love you too!”
I see stars behind my eyes, and Lenny comes with a sated moan, spilling his seed into me. He collapses onto my back, but holds his weight, not wanting to hurt me. And here, we lay, breathless and spent, slathered in our enemy’s blood.
What’s next for us?
Well, for the first time in our lives…our life is ours.
ONE MONTH LATER
“Guarda, Mamma!”
I stop punching the bag and smile when Lettie comes bursting through the door, holding a pink box that is bigger than she is.
