Page 45 of Captured Innocence

“That’s it, sweet kitten. Come for me. Let it go.”

It was as if I’d never be able to ignore his command. I bucked hard as another wave of sensations tore through me, thoughts in my mind spinning out of control. How could anything so dark and dangerous feel so spectacular?

He refused to let me go, feasting until he obtained his fill, my body ravaged into exhaustion. When he finally pulled back, he rose onto his knees, glancing down at me with a hard-edged look.

The man was a true savage but he’d let his guard down with me. Perhaps it was his gift in return, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the broken man inside, someone who’d never been allowed a chance at happiness. He raked his hands through his hair before moving between my legs.

As he lowered his body, our eyes locked together and suddenly all time stopped. There was no pretense, no additional foreplay as there had been the night before. He was far too taken by the beast that lurked inside of him, experiencing a dark craving that I knew would eventually consume us both.

A gasp rushed up from my throat as he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, my pussy muscles spasming almost immediately.

“God, even tighter,” he muttered, taking several deep breaths. He pulled out, plunging into me again, the force he used rocking the bed.

I threw both legs around him, wrapping my feet together. He pulled away, a dangerous smile curling on his lips, his eyes darting back and forth.

“You’re such a bad girl. What will I do with you?”

The question was rhetorical. He would do any damn thing he wanted to me. We both knew it. I was his secret little prisoner, a kitten held captive, longing for a bowl of sweet milk. He was my gluttonous craving, a taste of forbidden fruit. And he’d be my greatest secret, one I promised myself to take to the grave.

Mattia developed a rhythm, driving in long and even strokes, pressing one hand against the bedding so he could study my every reaction. I adored the glassiness to his eyes, the way his pupils had dilated just like mine. The ache in my pussy from the night before was quickly replaced with such euphoria I couldn’t catch my breath.

I rolled one hand over his shoulder, marveling in how his muscles felt under the tips of my fingers. Being lost in him wasn’t nearly as horrible as I’d believed.

“Oh, yes. So good.”

He grinned after hearing my words, yanking one of my legs up even higher. Then he pressed his lips against the inside of my thigh, driving the tickling sensations to a higher level. I couldn’t believe the continuous jolts of electricity soaring from one of us to the other, keeping us tethered together. Would that last? Would I feel his presence any time he was close? A part of me wanted to, hoping that we would always feel this close.

Even if I knew better.

People like us weren’t destined to be happy. That wasn’t allowed, karma precluding the chance to capture joy. I willed the ugliness away, raking my nails down his chest. I wanted to leave a mark, to have something he could remember me by.

He might think I was his prisoner, but I would escape his clutches one way or the other. Maybe I wanted to see if the predator would initiate a hunt. Or just keep me in close proximity until the time was right, attaching a leash to a collar. The thought was as exciting as it was intriguing.

As his muscles continued to tense, I was certain he was ready to fill me with his seed.

But I was wrong.

He pulled all the way out and I reacted immediately, whimpering as I experienced the loss. Grinning, he wagged his finger.

“Don’t worry, bellissima principessa. I’m not finished with you yet. My appetite is far too significant.” He backed away, easing me up from the bed then tossing me onto all fours.

Squealing, I reacted instinctively, fighting to crawl and claw my way off the bed. I was quickly handled, the man yanking his belt from the comforter, wrapping the thick leather around my throat, shoving the end through the buckle. Before I could react, he’d pulled the strap all the way through, encircling my neck. Then he tugged with enough force, I was jerked back by a few inches.

“Bad little girls are chained. Is that what you want, my little kitten? Do I need to restrain you when I fuck every hole?” He cracked his hand from one side of my bottom to the other, the stinging sensations instant and I yelped. “Do I need to punish you every day until you surrender?”

I pushed up from the bed with one hand, using the other to try to dig my fingers under the strap. He was having none of it, allowing me to see when he wrapped the end around his hand, his grip firm. I wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it.

“Now, I’m going to finish fucking you just like you deserve. Next time, I’ll take your tight asshole.”

His filthy words were such a powerful aphrodisiac that I couldn’t react. When he pulled on the belt, squeezing my neck, I should have become terrified, but another wave of excitement tore through me, my core heated to an explosive level. My reaction was crazy, my behavior totally unusual, but everything about the man brought such incredible desire that I was simply left breathless.

He reared back onto his knees, using his other hand to return the tip of his cock just inside my aching pussy. Then he slowly pushed the full length into my womb.

Gasping, I closed my eyes, kneading the bed like a kitty cat would do, mewing softly as he started to fuck me. Within seconds, his actions became more brutal, the hard slapping of his hips against my bruised ass mixing with our animalistic sounds. He tightened the belt even more, narrowing the passage of air until another series of stars floated in front of my eyes.

“Un giorno potrò fotterti a qualsiasi ora e in qualsiasi momento che desidero. E lo farò, dolce principessa. Lo farò.”

His words created an entire wave of moans, my heart thudding against my chest.

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