Page 130 of The Silent War
“He had no right to touch you. To feed you.”
“Lu—”
His hand clamped over my mouth, silencing me.
The fabric tore with a rip as he forced the dress higher. “You’re ours. To feed. To care for. To fucking worship.” His voice was soft, as he kissed my ear.
“Reach around,” he murmured. “Undo Daddy’s belt.”
My breathing turned sharp but, I didn’t move.
“Baby.” The one word landed like a command. “Undo my belt. So I can fuck you. Remind you who you belong to.”
My hands shook as I reached around and undid the buckle, leaving the belt loose, the click of the metal.
“Now the zip,”
“Luca—someone might come in.”
“I fucking hope so,” his hands gripping me tighter “Angel. Now.”
The word broke me. My hand slid lower, trembling as I pulled the zipper down.
“He touched your mouth like he had a fucking right to,” Luca hissed, his teeth grazing my ear. His grip tight on my hip until the hold bruising.
“Take my cock out,” his mouth still at my ear.
My breath ragged, but my hands obeyed, pulling him free.
He groaned against my neck. “Good girl.”
Then he positioned me, his chest pressed heavy to my back, his hand forcing mine flat against the cold surface.
My voice cracked, my hands sliding helplessly across the vanity again.
“Flat,” he placed my palms back down against the cold marble. “Stay. Don’t move unless I say.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Every thrust slammed deep, brutal, the sound of it echoing sharp off the tiles. His grip the only thing keeping me anchored.
“You’re making me so proud, baby,” he groaned, dragging me back onto him harder. “Taking it this rough for me. That’s daddy’s good girl.”
I gasped.
“You like that don’t you,” His hand clamped on my hips, pulling me back, watching the way my body gave under him in the mirror. His eyes were wild.
“My sweet girl is ready to squirt, aren’t you?” His voice low against my ear, “I can feel it. You’re seconds away. See how Daddy, knew the exact angle to put you at? Because you’re ours baby.”
The marble was cold, his rhythm merciless, the praise dragging me higher.
“Aww, there it is,” he kissed my neck, the thrusts sharper, angled, hitting the same spot over and over. “Right there. You’re about to soak me, soak this floor, aren’t you?”
My sob choked out, the pressure unbearable.
“Please, Luca—not here.”
I turned my head, but his hand was already there, catching my jaw, forcing me back. “Eyes on me,” his reflection locked into mine. “Don’t look away. Not from me.”
