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The head of his cock presses inside of me as the blade of the knife presses into the thin flesh under my chin. He continues to press himself into me ever so slowly until he is finally buried to the hilt. Renzo slides himself in and out of me at a slow pace. A deliberate, painfully, slow pace.

“Renzo…Please,” I beg as my body trembles, needing more than what he is giving me.

Ignoring my pleas, he continues his slow, steady thrusts with a devilish smirk on his face. The knife to my throat and the savage hold on my hip keeping me from moving.

My chin trembles as I watch all of him ever so slowly disappear inside of me over and over again.

“Fuck,” I cry out and my head tips back, as the tip of the knife drags between my breasts. Not cutting, but deep enough that it is leaving a dark red trail straight to where Renzo is slowly pressing inside of me again.

Tossing the knife to the ground, Renzo slaps his hand against my ass and grips it tightly as he thrusts into me hard and fast. Suddenly brutal, as he repeatedly pulls my hips hard into each fast, savage thrust.

“Oh my God,” I pant as I feel the orgasm building at my center.

“Not God,” Renzo growls into my ear, “onlyIcan show you to the pleasures of Heaven and the pains of Hell.”

The ferocious thrusts of his cock and the grip his has on my body are blissfully painful.

“Tell me,piccola pesca, do you prefer Heaven,” he groans as he continues to relentlessly pound into me while his lips travel down my neck.

“Or Hell,” he sinks his teeth through the flesh of my shoulder as he buries his cock in me.

I scream out in both pleasure and pain, as my orgasm consumes every nerve in body.

“Fuck,” Renzo growls as I clench around him and rake my fingers down his shoulders.

“Fucking mine,” he roars, continuing to thrust as he empties himself inside of me.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Lorenzo

Ava’s forehead is resting on my chest, and both of us are glistening with sweat. Her breathing still rapid, she lets out a soft groan as I slowly pull myself from her.

Gently lifting her chin to look into her eyes, “Are you okay?”

She nods back, “Just sore.”

Bruises are already forming on her hips from the aggressive grip I held on her. While I am always rough, this time I lost control. There was something about her seeing me – really seeing who I am – and wanting me because of it. It did me in. I had to have her.

Bending down, I grab her dress from the floor and help her pull it back over her head. Placing her hands on my shoulders, I wrap one arm under her knees and the other around back, pulling her into my arms.

“Just because I didn’t argue that I’m yours this time,” she huffs at me, “doesn’t mean you get to carry me everywhere. I can walk.”

Ignoring her request to be put down, I kiss her forehead and carry her down the stairs.

“You need to tell me when I hurt you.”

“You always hurt me,” she says sarcastically while rolling her eyes, before continuing in a more sincere tone, “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want and you didn’t hurt me. I’m just a little sore.”

Walking out of the warehouse, Luca is leaning up against his car smoking a cigarette. His eyes are judgmental when he sees me carrying Ava. I keep her in my arms until we get to the car. Gingerly setting her feet on the ground, I open the door and help her into her seat.

“I need a few minutes with Luca,” I place a gentle kiss on her forehead, “and then I will take you home to take care of you.”

“I’m fine,” she begins to protest.

“You are mine,” I silence her, “and I take care of what is mine.”

Closing her door, I head towards Luca to discuss some business. He eyes me as I walk towards him, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

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