the center of her torso and pushed into the hemline of her skirt. With a rough tug, the fabric tore from her body.
“Stay still,” I said, lowering to my knees. “I don’t want to draw more blood than I have to.”
Her breath caught.
I smirked, sliding the blade up her pale thigh to the strap of her panties. In a quick move and with a switch of the knife, the thin lace fell to the floor. “Are you wet for me?”
She chewed her bottom lip, nodding slowly.
Grazing the blade over her bare mound, I ran the non-sharp edge along her smooth skin.
“Matteo,” she said, her voice shaky.
“What do you want, Marketa?” I blew across the lips of her pussy. Her clit peeked out between the folds of her core, begging me, hinting for me to devour it.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered.
“Oh I will.” Slamming the knife into the wall, I cupped her ass and ran my tongue along her swollen button.
She moaned, her back arching. “Can I touch you?”
My stomach twisted. “No,” I growled and shoved my face between her legs. Latching onto her clit, I sucked it hard into my mouth. Lifting her, I hooked her legs over my shoulders and ground my mouth into her so hard, my senses were filled by her.
I tasted her sweetness.
The scent of her wafted into my nostrils.
Her screams made my ears ring.
I felt and saw only her.
Marketa was my undoing. My ultimate desire.
Her hips moved, bucking against my face.
Thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I fucked her cunt until my name left her on a hard guttural cry.
“Oh, Matteo. Oh God.” She shook, her muscles jumping under my touch.
I released her with a smack and rose to my full height. Placing her back on her feet, I pinched her chin. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, her eyes bright.
“What else?”
“Hurt me.”
I closed my eyes, breathing in her words and let them travel through me before I opened my eyes again. “Oh, little girl, I am going to shred your fucking soul.”
Matteo
Before Mae could respond, I had her over my shoulder and carried her to my spare room. Once we reached the playroom, a shiver of excitement crept up my spine. It had been a long while since I played with someone. Women came and went but it was nothing compared to what I would do with Marketa. But it also made me nervous. Knowing what I was truly capable of.
“Matteo.” Mae’s husky voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I would erase the terrors of my past and replace them with Marketa. She didn’t want to hurt me. She didn’t want to control me. She didn’t want to break me.
Placing Mae on her feet, I backed her up until she hit the far wall.
“You will call me, your Liege, and nothing else. I won’t even accept Sir. Do you understand me?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, my Liege.”
Fuck. My dick lengthened, jumping at her words. “I am going to own your body. I am going to break it down until it gives me exactly what I need.”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “My Liege.”
“On your knees, girl.” I pointed to the floor.
When she lowered to a kneeling position, she kept her eyes downcast.
“Do you know how to present yourself to me?”
Her breath caught. She placed her hands on her thighs, slowly turning them palms up. Her knees spread, inviting me into her sweetness.
Oh, darling girl. I am going to ruin you. “I know that pretty mouth of yours is itching for a taste.”
“Yes, please, my Liege.”
“Look at me,” I demanded. “Show me what you want.”
Mae took a breath and reached up to unbuckle my belt but hesitated. “Can I touch you?”
Smart girl. My skin vibrated. Unbuckling my belt, I pulled it out of the loops with a snap.
Her eyes darkened.
Ripping open my pants, I pulled out my cock, wrapping my hand around the base. “Open.”
Her mouth parted.
Tapping the tip of my dick against her lips, I brushed it over her mouth until it glistened with my pre-come.
She purred, opening her mouth wider. Hinting.
Leaning down, I cupped her jaw. “Are you hungry for my dick?”
“Yes,” she panted.
Crashing my lips to hers, I devoured her mouth. Fisting her hair, I tugged her head back and deepened the kiss. The salty scent of my arousal seeped over my tongue, enhancing my need for her. “I love the taste of me on your lips.”
Warm hands wrapped around my length. Tugging. Pulling. Making