Page 122 of Rosetti Family New York
Domenico’s demands echo in my mind. Loyalty. And my body. The second I can give him, but the first… I’ve just taken my loyalty back from my father, and I’m not ready to hand it to the next man who demands it. But my body… it is aching for him.
Minutes turn into an eternity as I wait for him. My body aches with anticipation, each second stretching out endlessly.
Finally, the door opens and Domenico steps inside, shedding his clothes as he crosses the room. His gaze locks onto mine, full of heat and promise.
"I’ve been very patient with you, Besiana. That’s over. Get out of bed and remove your panties."
My heartbeat quickens at his command. Hesitating for a moment, I finally throw back the covers and stand up. The cold air causes goosebumps to spread across my skin. I reach down and slowly slide the silk panties off my legs, leaving me completely bare before him.
His gaze follows every movement, his eyes dark and promising. His cock stands at attention, and I lick my lips, remembering the taste of him.
His gaze travels up my body, lingering on the apex of my thighs. “Bend over the bed,” he says, his voice as rough as sandpaper.
A shiver runs through me at his command but I do as he says, bending over and pressing my chest against the soft duvet. I hear him approaching and feel the heat of his body getting closer. Then his hands are on me, roaming my body with an ownership that sends shivers down my spine.
Without warning, his hand comes down hard on my bare behind. The sharp slap echoes in the room followed by my gasp. “That’s for going to see your father without telling me,” he growls out. He rubs the spot he'd just spanked, his touch soothing the sting. His fingers trail down to my core, teasing me before finally pushing into me.
"Dom," I gasp out, my voice lost in the vastness of the room. He pumps his fingers in and out, his other hand gripping my waist to steady himself. His fingers feel so good inside me, stretching and filling me.
His hand leaves my ass, only to return with another sharp slap. “That’s for putting yourself in danger,” he says, his voice thick with desire and anger.
Tears sting my eyes at the stinging pain but it quickly morphs into a throbbing pleasure that radiates from my ass to my core. There's something incredibly intimate about this moment, about being bared and vulnerable before Domenico, about him marking me as his own in such a primal way.
He draws his fingers out slowly, making me whimper at the loss. “And this...” he says, positioning his hardness at my entrance, his cock hard and heavy against me, “is because I want you. Even when I’m angry, even when I shouldn’t.”
He thrusts into me hard, filling me completely. I cry out, gripping the sheets as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow and agonizingly deep, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.
He takes his time with me, driving into me with a brutal slowness that has me quivering under him. He murmurs in Italian, deep and husky in my ear as his hands grip my hips, guiding me back onto him.
"Io ti possiedo,” I hear him say before his lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I own you.
His one hand finds my breast while the other grips my hip, keeping me steady as he thrusts into me. I moan louder with each push, the sounds filling the room.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this, Besiana?” His voice is rough in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by how much I want him, how much I need him.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding.
His fingers dig into my skin as he thrusts into me harder, deeper. His pace is punishing, the sound of our bodies collidingechoing in the room. My body tenses as pleasure starts to coil in my belly, building with each deep thrust.
"Dom," I moan, arching against him, pushing back to meet his thrusts. His grip on my hip tightens, and he grunts in response. "More... please."
He answers by gripping my hair and pulling me upright against him. His free hand slides down my belly to where we're joined, his fingers searching for that spot that makes me scream.
When he finds it, I gasp, my body jolting with the sudden pleasure. "Fuck!" I cry out as he thrusts into me relentlessly.
"That's it," he growls in my ear, the sound of his voice mixed with the sensual Italian words pushing me closer to the edge. "Dimmi che ti piace. Tell me you like it."
"I love it," I manage to say between moans. The pleasure is so intense it's almost unbearable. Dom's pace is punishing.
"That's it, Besiana," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Come for me."
His words send me over the edge, and I let out a cry as pleasure ripples through me. My body tightens around him as waves of ecstasy wash over me.
He growls low in his throat and thrusts into me a few more times before I feel him stiffen behind me. With a final deep thrust, he lets out a low groan, burying himself deep inside me as he finds his release.
We stay like that for a while, our breaths ragged and bodies tangled. He pulls out of me slowly, and I wince at the sudden emptiness. He straightens, grabbing a discarded piece of clothing to clean up the mess we've made.
He doesn't say anything as he gets dressed, leaving me still breathless on the bed. The room is silent save for our heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes.
