Page 47 of Innocence
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” When I didn’t respond, he dropped his forehead on mine. “Look at me, Pet.”
I did, because, well, I didn’t know what else to do. He was the expert here.
“Good girl,” he purred, “now breathe with me.”
I did my best to follow his instructions. Breathing in and out, following the expansion of his solid chest. Eventually, my muscles relaxed around him.
“That’s it,” he cooed in my ear, while running his warm palm down my side. “You feel so fucking good, Pet.”
I gasped when he started to move. Slow at first. Long, languid strides that dragged his hard ridges along my inner walls.
The pain was still there, but it was fading as my body opened to him. Before long, it felt kind of good. And then, really good.
“You feel that,Pulsante,” he growled while nipping the tip of my chin, “That’s my cock making you moan.”
Was I moaning? I hadn’t noticed. I was too lost in the way he felt. Strong hands gripping my hips, while his masculine grunts and sweat mingled in the air. It was pure, and feral, and wrong. I wanted to kiss him and slap him. I shouldn’t be enjoying this.
“I knew you’d be like this.” His mouth closed around my nipple, making me arch my back. I wanted more. I needed more. I didn’t care what if it was his mouth, or his hands, I just didn’t want him to stop.
I opened my mouth and let the noise come out as I burrowed my fingers in his soft hair. I was so close, I could taste the edge of bliss.
“That’s it, beg me.” He thrust into me and shivered out a curse. “My perfect little slut.”
And just like that, the edge disappeared.
Enzo slammed into me twice more, then stilled with a loud grunt.
There was only one word that rang through my head as I felt his release bathe my inner walls.
Slut…
Iwatched Kya’s chest rise and fall for the hundredth time. She made the cutest sounds in her sleep. Small little squeak/snores that made me want to cuddle her. Which, in itself, was fucked up.
I didn’t cuddle. I didn’t spoon, stroke their hair, or whisper soothing words. Virginity or not, they’d get used to shit real quick, and if they didn’t, who the fuck cared? Not me, that’s for sure.
My father had had one thing right, women were meant to serve men.
My hand curled, tightly fisting the blanket. I fucking hated agreeing with anything he said. Alec Cordova had been a stain on this earth. Even worse was the woman who’d loved him.
Carmine and Tobias thought their mother was discarded like any other slave, but her blood was on Jackson’s hands. If she’d kept her visits to Jackson and I, she might still be here.
I personally didn’t have a problem with it. What better way to stick it to our father than by fucking the woman he was in love with?
I didn’t think Jackson cared either–neither one of us were daddy’s boys–his issue came the night he’d caught her slipping out of Carmine’s room. Rose was our father’s revenge for what he did. He’d made us watch our baby sister, the one thing we both loved, get destroyed. Said it was divine retribution.
Jackson had taken away the woman he loved, so he’d do the same to us. There was nothing divine about it. But retribution, yes. That was a big thing in our world. If someone fucked you over, you fucked them back. Harder, and with a bigger dick.
I’d gotten my revenge on our father. Carmine’s day would come. In the meantime… I tugged on the blanket, slowly sliding it off my pet’s hip… I’d enjoy the foreplay.
Kya muttered something, rolled onto her side and popped her ass out. I’d been hard since I woke up and started watching her sleep, but seeing those firm globes pointed at me made my dick ache. Her pussy… now that was divine.
I reached down and squeezed my shaft. It’d be easy to take care of myself–I liked the way she looked painted in my come–but that’s what she was here for.
She was my toy, and right now, I wanted to play.
She might still be sore?
