I took her, plain and simple. She was mine, her tight pussy mine, her perfect body mine. I was a mess of tangled nerves and anger but as soon as I filled her perfect little pussy to the brim and began to fuck her rough, I knew nothing mattered but Aida. I knew I fucked up the night before, but things would be different moving forward.
She’d be mine, my bride.
I fucked her harder. She gasped, moaning, taking my thick cock. She wiggled her hips and I continued to slam into her, filling her to the brim, making her tight cunt all mine with every rough stroke. She bucked back against me, sliding herself along my shaft, and I let out a growl as I released her wrists and spanked her ass.
She took me, every inch of me. I fucked her harder, feeling like an animal, feeling like a man. I grabbed her hips and made her gasp as my rough body moved against hers. I leaned forward and pulled her hair back, kissing her over her shoulder, letting her lean back and ride my shaft up and down, her gorgeous hips working in perfect circles, pleasure writhing through me in waves.
I pushed her off with a grunt and turned her around. Her eyes were fire and steel, and I shoved her down onto her back. I spread her legs, one hand on her throat, and filled her up to the brim again. She wrapped her legs around my hips and stared into my eyes.
“Do you trust me?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she moaned.
I tightened my grip on her throat. “I would understand if you didn’t. I’m not sure I deserve it right now.”
“I trust you, Dante.”
I relaxed and fucked her slow. I kissed her, tasting her lips and moved my hand away. I found her fingers and interlaced mine through them, sliding in and out. I bit her lip then fucked her faster, leaning back to look at her body. She kept her legs wide as I released her hand and filled her pussy, making her body bounce, her breasts shake. I teased them overtop her shirt then pushed it up. I leaned forward, licked her nipples, bit them gently, fucked her faster.
Sweat dripped down her brow as I took her. I pinned her hands above her head and ground my cock against her, deep inside her pussy, filling her up. She moaned and kissed me, and I bit her again, fucking her harder. Her breasts shook faster, her nipples rock hard, her pussy clenched around my thick cock.
I leaned over her, eyes locked on hers, hand still holding her wrists down. Her moans turned into gasps, my name on her lips, over and over again. “Dante,” she groaned. “Oh, fuck, Dante.”
I didn’t stop. I gave her what she needed, what we both needed. I felt her clench down and moan, her back arched, her wrists fighting against my hand. I kept her pinned, my cock taking her, and she came hard, her eyes rolled back, her pale skin flushed. Her pussy clenched hard and I growled in delight, taking her faster, taking her harder.
As her orgasm slowly passed, I released her wrists and grabbed her hips instead. I rolled her legs up and slammed myself inside of her. I growled with pleasure and delight, no longer holding back as I filled her again and again, my body tight and tense, the pleasure building to a peak. I gasped as I came inside of her, filling her tight pussy to the brim with my seed, before collapsing onto the bed before her.
She laughed softly. We were both sticky with sweat. I could feel every ache and pain again, but for some reason, it was distant.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning,” I grunted.
She grinned at me and leaned her chin on one hand. I smiled and looked at her and she leaned closer to kiss me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her tighter into that kiss, letting it linger for a long moment before letting her go.
“That was unexpected.”
“Maybe.” I stretched. “But it wouldn’t be such a surprise if you knew what I’d been dreaming all last night.”
She rolled her eyes then gave me a long look. She bit her lip and pulled the sheet up to her chin. “Are you okay?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” She tilted her head. “Your face is bruised. And I think… I think there’s blood on your bandage.”
I looked down and cursed. I got out of bed and gingerly peeled the bandage back. Fortunately, the stitches didn’t look ripped, and I put the bandage back. “It’s fine,” I said.
She stared at me, her eyes roaming my body. I let her look as I picked up my boxer briefs and slid them on. “Can I expect you to wake me up like that more often?”
“Probably,” I said. “I’m not good at controlling myself.”
“I noticed.”
I smirked at her and stretched again. “About last night—”
“We don’t have to talk about it,” she said, her voice quiet. She sat up and let the sheet drop. She still wore her t-shirt, but I could see her hard nipples through her shirt. “It’s fine. Really, you don’t have to say anything.”
“It was too close,” I said. “Twice now, you were almost hurt because of me.”
“You just wanted to show me a good time. I get it, we’ll just… we’ll have to stay around here. It’s safe here, right?”
I hesitated. “Safer,” I said.
“Good. I know it’s just the boring suburbs, but hey, it’s better than getting shot at.”
I clenched my jaw. The memory of those goons breaking into the office came back, and my outrage flared again.
And I realized something in that moment.
I wasn’t dead. They hadn’t killed me. They’d hurt me, sure, but pain was temporary and I’d heal. I’d come back stronger.
But not if I let them scare me.
That was always Vlas’s goal, always had been as long as I’ve known him. He’s
