Page 7 of His for the Taking

I stood there with my legs shaking from the forced entry between them, my arousal and, no doubt, the remaining blood from my broken hymen trailing down my inner thigh, tears streaking down my cheeks, and this impending doom settling over me.

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ANTONIO

My cousin was a pretty little thing.

Prim and proper. Innocent. Virginal.

Under normal circumstances, any man would be proud to traipse around the venue, flaunting his new possession. But I wasn’t interested in showing Nina off.

My desires were of a more dubious nature. A burning fire that wanted to blaze with her until all there was left was a shell.

It was bad enough they'd forced me to marry the daughter of Russian trash and a traitorous mother. There was no way I would allow her to think she was anything more than an object purchased to satisfy my most carnal needs.

“Time to leave, Principessa,” I growled in her ear.

Nina stared blankly at me as her body shook. She was frightened. A pretty doe caught at the end of the barrel of a hunter’s gun. But she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and simply nod.

We made our way through the reception crowd, giving our final pleasantries, before I rushed her into the elevator and up to the penthouse suite of the hotel.

“Now, the real fun’s about to start.” There was a rough growl laced in those words, one that told her I was the predator and she was about to be my devoured prey.

Nina didn’t look at me as she kept her head down and her gaze averted. But I could clearly see the terror in her expression and the way she stood. Her body language and scent roared with uncertainty and fear.

A smell and look I got off on.

I couldn’t help but wonder how those eyes would appear once her mascara was smudged as she cried while gagging on my cock.

But I reminded myself that wasn’t something I had to wonder about. She was my wife, and I could make that fantasy a reality tonight.

The images played through my head like a depraved movie reel.

My cock thickened, and I held in my groan as I envisioned her desperate screams from the vicious yank I’d give her hair. I stared at her as I thought about dragging her down to her knees, fisting her curls, and unzipping my slacks. I’d pull my dick out and watch with sick pleasure as her eyes widened when she took in my size.

Maybe it was the sounds I made or how I crept closer to her, but she made a small noise in the back of her throat and stepped away. Yet, there was nowhere for her to run. She was trapped in here until I let her go.

“We’re in an elevator,” she whispered. Pleaded. As if I’d save her from myself. She stared at me with huge, teary eyes. I slowly grinned and went for the zipper of my slacks. Her throat moved as she swallowed. “Please don’t make me do this.”

My lips tipped up as I brushed the wisps of hair from her face. She flinched but was a good girl to stay still and not shy away.

Her dark eyes captivated me. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel, how she would look as I fucked her, as her tears streamed down her pretty pale cheeks, as I forced her to take all of me.

But I controlled myself, reigned in my need, and took a step back. The fear in her eyes eased up, and she breathed out slowly, like she thought I was in control enough not to take her little cherry with my cock and not just fuck her with my fingers again right here in the elevator.

But that soon ended when I grabbed her face harshly and tilted her face upward. “Oh, my dear wife, you’ll soon find out that all you are is my toy. You’ll do what I want, when I want, and with who I want. I own you, Principessa. All you’ll ever be is my property. Mine and mine alone.”

Her lovely face contorted with pain, and a soft cry fell from her ruby-red lips. I tangled a hand in her long, dark locks. “I was going to wait, but… I want to see you look up at me with those teary, beautiful eyes.” I used the leverage I had on her hair to push her down until she was on her knees in front of me.

I reached out and pushed the emergency button to stop the elevator’s ascent.

“Take me out,” I demanded.

She was a good girl and didn't make me ask twice as she reached in the already unzipped fly of my slacks and gripped my cock. A small breath of air left her when she felt how big I was. Her hand looked so tiny as she pulled my dick out and held it in front of her.

I curled my hand around hers at the base of my cock and used the grip to slap her across the face with my shaft. “Now open up.”

Nina shook her head and said, “No.” She pursed her lips, but then her eyes widened further when she realized her mistake of trying to deny me anything.

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