look so fucking good," Adrian growls. "I can't wait until I can bite them... But I have to do something else first."
"What's t-that?" I stutter.
"Reward you." He climbs on top of me, careful not to hurt me.
His fingers trail over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I'm trembling, shivering. I want this. I want him.
I groan, arching my back and closing my eyes as he starts to kiss me, avoiding my breasts. The swelling from the piercings makes it difficult to focus on anything else... until I feel his lips on me. They steal all of my intention and suddenly, I can't focus on anything but the way he makes my body submit to his.
"I need to come in you tonight," he mutters against my ear. "I've been thinking about it, bambina... Filling you. What do you think your fiancé would say if he saw us?"
I freeze beneath him. "Don't talk about him."
He laughs. "You can't stop me," Adrian says. "You don't miss him, do you, bambina? You think he'd be jealous seeing you like this? What do you think he'll say if he ever gets his hands on you and sees what I did to your tits?"
I flush, knowing he's right. Vitto would fucking kill me, and so would Luigi, my brother.
Fuck. I've really messed up. And yet I can do anything about it but whisper, "Fuck me full, Adrian..."
He gets naked. His muscular body looks intimidating positioned over me. His dark torso is tattooed just like the rest of him. He's so fucking handsome my heart threatens to stop staring up at him. I want this.
"You're making me wild tonight, bambina," he mutters. "All I can think about is burying my cock in that sweet hole between your legs and using you until you tell me I can have anything I want... If I want to put my name on your skin, you'll let me."
I gasp out loud, but he's not done yet.
"If I want your clit pierced, you'll beg for it. You'll do anything, won't you?"
"Y-Yes," I whisper as his fingers dip back between my legs. "Not with your fingers, Adrian, give me your cock, please!"
"Do you deserve it?" he grunts against my lips. "Do you deserve this?"
"Yes, please..."
"You, not Nicoletta?"
"No," I hiss, thrashing beneath him. "Don't make me wait!"
He doesn't. He buries his cock inside me to the hilt.
I struggle to catch my breath, gasping for air as his girth stretches me more and more.
"This is what you wanted, right?" he asks softly against my lips. "You wanted to be fucked?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"With nothing between us," he goes on. "No condom. Nothing."
"F-Fuck..."
"You know what the test was, admit it."
"No, I—"
"You're ovulating, Marzia."
"What?" I gasp.
"You're ovulating for the next three days, so I'm going to spend the next three days buried deep inside you, giving you every single bit of seed my body has built up over the years. And you're going to be a good, grateful girl for me and take every single load of cum I have. And then you'll wait, legs up, and pray I knocked you up."
"You're fucking crazy," I whisper. "Dio! You're sick!"
"Too fucking bad you just realized that now," Adrian snarls. "Maybe you would've been better off with Vitto. But you won't ever get to find out."
"Fuck," I groan as he bottoms out inside me. I shriek when I feel the tip of his cock hitting my cervix, painfully bumping against my insides. "Don't come there!"
"That's exactly where I'm going to come," he whispers in my ear. "Feel that? Feel me fucking your cervix, Marzia? I'm getting you knocked up right now. Then no one can hurt you."
His words finally register to me.
Is he trying to protect me?
Is Adrian doing this so his father doesn't have a reason to hurt me, or even worse, kill me?
I don't know, but I don't have time to find out, either. The next second, I feel Adrian's warm release flooding my center, and my own release doesn't lag far behind, making my body twist as the waves of desire wash over me.
"We're going to keep doing this until I'm sure you're pregnant," Adrian whispers in my ear as I lie in his arms afterward.
I have so many questions, so many things I'm desperate to find out, but instead of that, my eyes close and I drift into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up in the same position, with Adrian's arms still wrapped around me. I try to break free but he holds on tightly, and