Page 24 of Tainted Princess
Decision made, I strode into the bedroom, determined to have as much control over this situation as possible, and that started with not being afraid. Moving past Enzo, I stood at the end of the bed and attempted to unzip my dress. The high neck meant that I had to twist my arms up behind my head to reach the zipper. I had it down as far as I could reach and was moving my arms to another position when I felt Enzo step up behind me. He placed his large hands on my shoulders, halting my movement, and even through the sleeves of the gown, I could feel the heat of his palms searing into me. I stilled, inhaling his sandalwood and smoke scent, as he pinched the tab of the zipper and slowly drew it the rest of the way down. I shivered as his breath fanned over the skin of my back, and when he reached the bottom, we both stood frozen, waiting for the other to move.
I broke first, spinning to face him, my full skirt twisting around my hips, and I looked up into those gravestone eyes, searching for any sign of his feelings about this moment. His eyelids were hooded as he looked back at me, and I watched as his gaze dropped to my mouth. Slowly, I tugged at the bodice, dropping the dress and letting it fall into a pile at my feet. Enzo looked from my mouth down to my breasts, ensconced in the white lace bra that matched the delicate cheeky panties, and I watched is throat as he swallowed thickly, his hands moving back to my shoulders, fingers tracing down the skin of my arms.
When he had looked his fill, he lifted his eyes back to mine, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me.
For a second, I wanted him to.
Then he blinked, and the spell was broken. Enzo stepped back, hands in his pants pockets, as he moved to the side of the bed. I stepped out of the pile of satin and tulle and followed, standing beside him as we both stared at the king-sized bed in a room that didn’t belong to us.
This was the weirdest moment ever.
Enzo pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing a gold wrapped condom. I looked questioningly at him.
“I have no desire to impregnate you, Francesca. That’s not what this is.”
Of course. He wasn’t here for a marriage. He didn’t want to do the whole wife and kids thing. He was here because he was getting something out of it. This was a transaction. Nothing more.
I knew that. I did.
But it didn’t explain the strange swirling sense of disappointment that bubbled up in my belly at the thought of being nothing but a commodity to this man.
Still, I nodded, moving to sit on the bed and get into position, but Enzo stopped me, grabbing my elbow gently and once again looking into my eyes. His face was blank, but there was something about the way he was looking at me, something that told me he was maybe as conflicted about this as I was.
I lifted my hand, placing it gently on his chest. Enzo stared at it for a second, my tanned fingers standing out boldly against the starched white dress shirt, then he shook his head, looking like he had come to a decision.
Suddenly, he pulled my elbow around, turning me to face the bed. He placed one hand between my shoulder blades and pushed, gently, but with enough force to bend me over the bed. He held me there, his huge palm spread across practically my entire back, while his other hand made its way between my legs, his fingers slipping quickly beneath the gusset of my panties and tugging them to the side. I was embarrassed by the amount of moisture he found, but his grunt sounded pleased, and my cheeks heated at what each of those things revealed about us.
My breathing increased as Enzo swirled his fingers, moving from my soaked entrance and up to my clit, teasing it in firm circles before moving back again. He inserted first one finger, then two, pushing and stretching, before he added a third, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped as the pressure increased, hinting at a touch of pain that was embarrassingly pleasurable.
I was enjoying his ministrations, clinical though they were, and I was fucking pissed at myself for it.
Enzo moved his fingers, not roughly, but enough to stretch the muscles inside me, alternating between filling me and teasing my clit, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. The closer I got, the more my reactions slipped from my control. My mouth opened, soft moans and pants getting lost as I buried my face in the comforter. My hips began to rock, forcing his fingers deeper as I chased that high. And finally, as Enzo’s thumb pressed hard on my clit and his three fingers hit their deepest thrust yet, I rose up on my toes, gasping out a wordless cry as my inner muscles clenched down hard, the orgasm washing over me and making my legs weak. I collapsed bonelessly down on the bed, unable to think as Enzo moved behind me, shuffling around, doing something my brain simply didn’t have the energy to focus on.
I lifted my head, looking over my shoulder to see what he was doing, but all I could see was his face, his eyes wide and his jaw clenched in determination. Suddenly, the empty condom wrapper was tossed on the blanket beside me, and then he was there, his dick notched at my entrance. I froze, my body tensing against my will, and Enzo looked at me, for the first time showing a bit of softness in his eyes. He kept one hand out if sight, but the other he ran gently up and down my spine, soothing me like I was a skittish horse. When I had calmed enough that he was satisfied, he pressed me back down flat and entered me in one solid thrust.
No amount of foreplay could have prepared me for the size of Enzo’s cock. I hadn’t laid eyes on it, but it felt like it was splitting me in two. I screamed, both in pain, and after a moment where he just held still, a surprising amount of pleasure. When he began to move, I gasped, my whole body jolting with the force of his thrusts.
Enzo did not stand on ceremony, and this was no gentle deflowering.
Instead, he fucked me, hard and deep, not letting up for a moment. Each slamming thrust drove my hips into the bed, and with his hand on my back, the other grasping my hip in a bruising hold, I could do nothing to steady myself as he did what he came here to do.
When he was done, he came on a deep groan, his fingers digging into my skin, and he stayed there for a moment, catching his breath. I couldn’t look at him, instead staring at the generic painting that hung over the headboard, the swirling pastel colors looking very much like my confused thoughts.
Pulling out, Enzo headed into the bathroom, and I realized as I watched him, that he hadn’t even undressed, instead just sliding his dick out the zipper of his pants. Righting my underwear, I turned and sat on the bed, clenching my thighs together and trying to make sense of all the emotions I was feeling right now.
For one thing, I was feeling a lot of lust, my orgasm leaving me with enough oxytocin to make the whole thing seem like it had been a great idea.
However, watching Enzo through the open bathroom door as he washed his hands and zipped up his pants, I felt like a used-up whore.
I eyed him warily as he re-entered the bedroom and reached for his coat again, leaving the room and heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked, scrambling off the bed and following after him, unconcerned with my near-nudity.
“Out,” was all he said, not looking at me. “Our flight leaves early. I’ll be back in time to go to the airport.” And with that he was gone, the slamming door making me jolt as I stood there in my wedding day lingerie.
Was he fucking serious? He was just going toleave? Afterthat?
Well, fuck him. Fuck him and fuckallof this.
