Page 46 of Rise To Power

The whimper turned harsh as she fought for control. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I bit her lips. Wet heat surrounded my cock, her tight channel milking me for pleasure. I grasped her breast, squeezing the fullness, then pinching her nipple.

Blood smeared between our bodies, the scent and thick slickness making my gut clench and my cock harden like granite.

Like talons, her nails clawed my back. She fucked me with a ferociousness of a wild animal. We fed off each other, taking more, demanding more.

Fisting my hand in her hair, I jerked her head back and slathered kisses along her neck.

“Fucking hell, who are you?”

“Your wife,” she said as she careened into her climax. Her body locked to mine. Fluids gushed from her core. I slammed her hard onto my cock and erupted, filling her with my cum, and she soaked me with hers.

As she rode her orgasm, she kissed me. Her lips crushed mine, tongues twining. I sucked her mouth as she stole my breath. With the final spasm, she sagged into my arms, collapsing against my chest. I wound my arms around her, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of our sex and blood saturating the air.

My lungs expanded, dragging in deep inhales. Muscles burned, and sharp flashes of pain pierced my flesh.

Allegra inched away from me. Blood still oozed from my chest.

“I went too deep.” Tears filled her eyes as she traced the cut with her fingertips.

Lying back on the pillow, my cock still buried inside her, she leaned over me and kissed my chest. With the flat of her tongue, she tasted my skin and licked the blood.

My back arched, and my head pressed into the pillow. A shiver skittered over me. I ran my blood-stained fingers through her hair.

Her face lifted. Blood marred her cheek. Her wild eyes darkened with lust and violence. A hunger for dangerous desires. My blood tattooed her breasts, and my cum smeared her thighs.

Leveraging up, I brought my lips to hers. I kissed her, a sip of her lips as she slid off my lap and curled into my side.

“Does it hurt?”

I banded my arm around her. “In the way that binds me to you.” I touched her cheek. “Just as I know you’re hurting from giving yourself to me.”

Blood painted her skin, the stained sheets a macabre testament to the vows we made.

“We should shower.” She leaned up on her elbow. “And strip the bed. It looks like a crime scene.”

“If you’d cut any deeper, it might have been.” I spun her to her back and partially covered her chest with my torso.

A smirk twisted her lips. “I barely penetrated you with just the tip of a four-inch blade. I’m not complaining, but your dick is big. I could say it’s a deadly weapon.”

“If you talk about my dick, I’m going to need to fuck you again.” I kissed her jaw, sliding my lips along her skin. “Even if you don’t say a word, I’m going to need to fuck you again.”

She cupped the back of my neck and arched into me.

A fist banged against the door. I lifted off of her and smiled. “If that’s your mother—”

“Marco!” Orlando’s voice cut through the door. “Marco, please open up.”

“Something’s wrong.” I scrambled from the bed.

The frantic pounding sounded again.

I pulled on boxers and my pants.

Before I could ask, Allegra went to the en suite. I waited until she was behind the closed bathroom door before opening to Orlando.

“Is it true? Oh, fuck, Marco, tell me it isn’t true.” His Italian poured from his lips with a string of curses as he rushed into the room. “What the fuck happened?”

Before I could respond, Emilio came in behind him. “What have you heard? Fuck, what happened to you?”

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