Page 37 of Stefano
His breath hitches, his body stiffening.“Andrea...”
I bite his shoulder, sharp enough to make him growl.“Stop holding back.Fuck me like you own me.Because you do.And I want you to remind me of it.”
That’s all it takes.He spins, grabbing me, slamming me back against the wall.The impact knocks the breath from me, but I moan, my legs parting instantly.His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back, his mouth crashing down on mine in a brutal, punishing kiss.
“You want rough?”he snarls against my lips.“You’ll beg for it.”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching against him.“Make me beg, Stefano.Make me scream.”
He tears my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor, his hand cupping my breast roughly, squeezing until I cry out.His mouth trails down, biting, sucking, leaving marks that burn.Marks that claim.Marks that tell the world I belong to him.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his teeth scraping my nipple.“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I pant, my hands clawing at his back.“Always yours.Forever.”
His fingers shove into the waistband of my panties, tearing them down, leaving me bare and trembling.He drags his fingers through my wetness, groaning darkly.“So fucking wet for me.You like this.You like it when I’m rough.”
“Yes,” I cry, my hips grinding against his hand.“I love it.I love when you take me like I’m your whore and your queen all at once.”
“Who could have guessed.”His laugh is dangerous and low.“My filthy fucking girl.”
He turns me fast, pressing my front against the wall, his hand between my shoulder blades holding me down.His other hand yanks his pants open, his cock thick and hard against my ass.I whimper, desperate, and dripping for him.
“Beg for it,” he orders.
“Please, Stefano,” I cry, pressing back against him.“I need you to fuck me.Hard.Make me forget everything but you.Please!”
He slams into me in one brutal thrust, and I scream, my nails raking the wall.He fills me completely, stretching me, owning me.His growl vibrates against my ear.“That’s it.Take it.Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
“Yes!”I scream, my body shattering around him.“I’m your slut, Stefano.Only yours.”
He pounds into me, each thrust deep and brutal, almost violent.The slap of skin, the ragged groans, my cries echo through the room.His hand snakes around to my throat, squeezing lightly, just enough to make me moan louder.
“You love this,” he snarls.“You love when I break you open.When I use you.When I ruin you for anyone else.”
“Yes!Yes!”I sob, the pleasure overwhelming.“Ruin me.Fuck me until I can’t walk.Until I can’t think.Just yours, Stefano.Only ever yours.”
He spins me again, lifts me effortlessly, slamming me down onto the bed.My legs wrap around him, my heels digging into his back as he drives into me harder, faster.I grab his face, forcing him to look at me.“I love you,” I cry, tears streaming down my cheeks.“I love you so much it hurts.”
His eyes blaze, something breaking inside him.His thrusts grow even wilder, his voice raw.“I love you, Andrea.I fucking love you.Mine.Always mine.”
The words shatter me more than the pleasure.My body convulses, my orgasm ripping through me like fire, like war, like coming home.I scream his name, clinging to him, sobbing with the force of it.
He follows with a roar, his cock jerking inside me, filling me, claiming me all over again.He collapses against me, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged.
For a long moment, we don’t move.His weight is heavy on me, grounding, safe.My hands stroke his hair, my tears soaking into his shoulder.
“You’re everything,” he whispers hoarsely against my skin.His voice trembles with the weight of the truth.“My strength, my fire, my reason.Without you, I’m nothing.”
I cup his face, forcing him to meet my gaze.My body aches, my throat raw, but my voice is strong.“I’m not fragile, Stefano.I can take you, all of you.Your darkness, your rage, your love.I don’t need you to protect me from yourself.I need you tobeyourself.Because I’m yours.And you’re mine.”
His eyes burn, wet with emotion he can’t hide.“Two halves of a whole.”
“Yes,” I breathe, stroking his cheek.“You’re not too much for me.You’ll never be too much.You’re exactly what I need.And together, we’re unstoppable.”
He crushes his mouth to mine, softer now, reverent.Every kiss, every touch is a vow.A promise.A surrender.We collapse together, tangled in sweat and devotion, our hearts beating in sync.And for the first time, I don’t feel like a survivor or a victim.
I feel like part of something greater.Something unbreakable.
