Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I take everything she has, stealing it from her as if it's mine to take. We both know it is, whether she's ready to admit it or not. Her soul, her heart, every inch of her fucking body. They belong to me. I'll leave my marks and my brand all over them. She won't eat or sleep or breathe without thinking about me.
That's her future now. I'm her captor. Her lover. Her world. She doesn't need to see beyond me. I'm all that exists for her.
I thrust my tongue into her tight little fuckhole, using it like a cock to get her off. She rocks against me, riding my face as if she can't help herself. She's a hot little thing, chasing pleasure like it's her job. Right now, it is. It's the only thing she needs to worry about.
I pry her cheeks apart, allowing me to go deeper. I taste her cherry on her, so ripe, so sweet. I want it. It belongs to me.
"Domani. Oh my god."
She's close. I know she is. Her inner muscles flutter around my tongue as she rocks against my face, mindlessly chasing the high.
I grind my nose against her clit, using every part of my face to get her there. I need to see her coming. I need to feel it. Need to revel in it. Fuck. I just need it.
I slip my hand between us, wedging it between her cheeks to play with her perfect little asshole. She shouts when I press against the tight ring of muscle, not trying to breach her entrance but adding one more sensation to the mix.
It's enough.
Her legs clamp around my head, her hands locked in my hair. She soaks my face as she goes off, coming hard. I groan, loving every fucking minute of her surrender. Victory is sweet. It tastes like cherries.
She's still trembling when I drag her down into my arms and rise to my feet. I stalk toward the edge of the spring and wade in. The hot water swirls around my feet and then my legs. I wade deeper, not stopping until it's chest deep.
"Kiss me, mio sole," I order, locking her legs around my waist.
She obediently lifts her lips to mine, offering them up eagerly. I devour her, my cock aching where it's wedged between our bodies, trapped against her slick heat. One small shift and the head is right there, nudging against her entrance.
"Stop me," I growl, knowing she won't. Knowing she can't. She's as caught as I am, tangled in a fucking web that might strangle us both. No. It won't. I won't allow that to happen. One way or another, I'm keeping her, and I'm keeping her safe. I'll kill whoever I have to kill, destroy whatever I have to destroy. But this right here—her and I—this isn't some Romeo and Juliet bullshit.
"Domani." She breaks our kiss, lifting her gaze to mine. I can't read her expression. Too much swirls there. But I get lost in her eyes and the hope growing like tiny flames deep within. Every time I look, those flames are brighter, as if her faith has grown stronger the longer she's away from Cillian and that fucking house of horrors.
"Finley," I whisper.
She places her hands on my shoulders, determination flaring in her eyes. Understanding dawns, but it comes a moment too late to stop what she's doing. She slams herself down on me. My hands close around her waist as my cock breaches her little hole and her heat surrounds me. Her hymen tears. We both feel it.
She cries out in pain.
I growl her name in fury and then kiss the sting from her lips. "Foolish little principessa."
"I'm sorry," she whimpers. "I w-want to feel it."
"Feel what, mio sole?"
"Alive."
I grab her hand, pressing her palm to my heart. "Do you feel this, Finley? So long as it beats, you're alive. You don't have to hurt yourself to feel it. I'll make sure you know every minute that you're still breathing. You'll know joy and laughter and freedom. So long as my heart beats, you'll live."
"I like the way it hurts, Domani."
Cristo. She's going to be the death of me. I know it. It won't take her uncle or Mattia or anyone Rafe Valentino sends after me. Being with this girl will finish me off when nothing else ever could. She's a beautiful, complex puzzle, each piece revealing another startling truth. This one may be the most profound of all. We're not nearly as different as I thought, angel and devil. She craves the dark and all its violent delights, too.
But there's a difference between pleasurable pain sought in carefully defined parameters and that pursued without compunction. If she wants it rough, I'll give her that. But it'll be on my terms, when she's in the right headspace. Not here and now. She needs to learn to appreciate pleasure before she delves into pain. She's had far too much of one and not nearly enough of the other.