Page 48 of Till Death Do Us Part

I shake my head, letting it drop back onto his chest when his hands slip under the lace of my bra and cup my breasts. He kneads the skin, my nipples hardening under his touch, before he takes the pebbled nubs between his fingers and pinches hard.

“You didn’t answer me,” he tells me before pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss on my neck. My eyes roll back when he suckles the skin into his mouth, his teeth grazing my pulse point. He pinches my nipples again, and the combination of his mouth and fingers has my panties flooding with juices.

“How could I be dangerous to you?” I ask breathlessly, my head rolling when he moves his mouth, peppering kisses across my neck and jawline. While he continues to caress my left tit, his other hand travels over my waist, stopping at the waistband of my jeans.

“You’re the only thing I can think about. This tight little body of yours, those breathy moans you make when I kiss you just right, the way you’ll feel when I finally slide into your tight cunt and take what’s mine. Don’t you get it yet?”

“Get what?” I breathe.

“From the moment I walked into that church, you’ve owned me. You’re the most dangerous person in my world because you’re a weakness I can’t afford. And yet I’m too far fucking gone to care.” With those words, he grabs my hips again, spinning me so my back is pressed to the glass and my chest is flush with his. “I want to own you. I want every single piece of you. Your heart, your soul, your mind.”

“I have a husband,” I argue weakly, swallowing hard as his jaw clenches. My tongue swipes out, sliding along dry lips as his eyes turn hard on me.

“You are mine,” he demands, pressing a hand to my throat. “Tell me.”

I shake my head, refusing to say the words aloud.

I can’t. I can’t give him that kind of power over me.

“Princess,” he growls, pressing me harder into the glass as his other hand slides between us and pops the button on my jeans. He doesn’t bother pushing the denim down my legs, just slips his hand under my lace underwear and runs a finger through my folds. “You’re so fucking wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“Shit,” I hiss when he finds my clit and circles it slowly, his fingers playing me perfectly. He leans in, his forehead against mine as he lightly presses against my entrance. He takes his time, circling my heat before pushing inside me. I open my mouth, my words coming out jumbled as I beg him for more.

He only chuckles and continues his slow thrust inside me. I slide my hands over his shoulders, my nails digging into the material of his black t-shirt.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” he tells me, finally sliding a second finger inside me and pressing his thumb against my clit. He works his fingers in and out, his thrusts more frenzied with each one. “And when you take my dick, it’ll be the last one you ever take. Do you understand?”

Oh my fucking God.

I spiral towards my climax, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when he presses against my clit while sliding a third finger inside me. He fucks me hard with his hand, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. “Tell me who you belong to and I’ll give you everything you crave.”

I shake my head, refusal heavy on my tongue as he pulls out of me and steps away. My answering whimper comes out in a cry, though he pays me no mind and pushes my jeans down, leaving them to pool around my ankles.

Next, he drags my top over my head, tossing it over his shoulder. Standing only in my bra and panties, I feel more exposed than I ever have under his lazy gaze—but there’s no insecurity. Only lust, as he watches me.

He devours me with his eyes, taking his time to wander over every extra inch of my skin before locking on my face again. Pure hunger reflects in his gaze, and my chest rises heavily as I take him in.

“Who do you belong to, Princess?” He tugs his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor before thumbing his trousers. He doesn’t bother with the button, just pushes the material down, taking his boxers with them.

I bite my lip when his erection springs free, a moan slipping past as he grips it in his hand, pumping twice before walking back towards me. “Tell me.”

His lips quirk into a crooked smile when I shake my head again—refusing to give him what he wants.

“I can’t,” I tell him, my eyes dipping to the ground.

He might think he wants to claim me. To take every piece of me. But those pieces are broken and tied to someone else. They aren’t mine to give. Though, maybe just tonight, I can give him what he wants. Just this once.

“But I want you to fuck me anyway. I want you to claim me, Leonardo. I want you to take everything I am. All the broken pieces and put them back together. Tonight, I want to be yours.”

He groans at my admission, his eyes hooded with lust as he steps towards me. Cupping my arsecheeks, he lifts me to his chest. My legs wrap around him instinctively when he presses me against the wall, holding me there. “Just for tonight?”

“Just tonight,” I repeat, sliding my hands into his dark hair and threading my fingers through the strands. “I can’t give you anything more than that.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he mumbles dangerously, but I don’t have the chance to argue before he leans in and presses his lips to mine. My mouth opens, and he wastes no time sliding his tongue past my lips and claiming me.

A throb starts in my centre when his cock pulses against my clit, offering me friction through the lace of my panties. He slides his hand down, moving my underwear to the side before pushing inside me. My back arches in surprise at the feel of him. Never in my life have I been so deliciously full.

My hips buck against him in desperation, seeking more. The sound of our slapping skin fills the room, my moans being swallowed into his mouth as he continues to fuck mine with his tongue.

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