you. I want to make you bleed the way you made my heart bleed when you forced me to leave you with Matteo,” I say, my voice quivering with emotion. I’d never been angrier and scared all at once. The memory of her forcing me to leave, telling the guards to toss me out is all I can see in my mind.
I was scared shitless for days, worried sick knowing that if something happened to her within the walls of that mansion, there was nothing I could do. I was forced to leave her unprotected, and I wouldn’t ever do that again.
Shocked by my confession, Dove’s pretty mouth pops open. I know she’s been through so much, everything she endured and discovered about her history. I know I should let her heal, give her more time, but I can’t stop myself from punishing her. Physically hurting her isn’t an option, but there are worse ways to make someone feel the pain they’ve inflicted on you.
“I want you naked and spread out for me.”
Understanding blankets her face, and her pink tongues dart out, wetting her bottom lip. I want to taste her lips, bite, and suck on them, but I can’t. Not yet. Pulling my hand away, I watch as she slowly slips out of her clothes, a cami, and pair of cotton panties, discarding them on the floor. My eyes roam over the length of her body, looking for any inflictions, cuts, wounds. Aside from a few bruises on her arms, I see nothing that worries me.
Pressing a hand to her chest, I gently push her back onto the mattress. She doesn’t say anything but watches me like a timid mouse that’s been caught in a trap. Pushing her legs apart, I drag my gaze lower, over her tiny tummy, and her hips before reaching the top of her mound.
Her creamy smooth thighs come into view, and I bite back a groan. They’re unblemished, and as I lean in, I inhale her sweet scent into my nostrils.
The smell of her sex zings right through me and into my cock, slamming into me like a lightning bolt. Like a dog with a bone, I’m salivating, wanting to take a bite out of her pink pussy. One taste. One lick. One drop of her sweet nectar on my tongue.
That’s all I need, but because I know I’ll take more, so much more than that, I rein myself in. Using every ounce of discipline I have left, I pull away.
“Do you have any idea how much it hurt me to be pushed away by you? To watch you do as Matteo said, to hang on his every word.” I pause and trail a finger down over her thigh, stopping at her knee. She shivers, and I’m unsure if it’s from fear or something more. I hate that I enjoy her fear, hate that it makes my cock harder than steel. “I watched you play with Alberto, taunting him, leading him astray…”
“I didn’t… I wouldn’t. I’m sorry,” she eventually huffs.
My lips turn up at the sides, “No, you aren’t. Not yet, but you will be soon.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks after a second, her heart beating against her ribs like a bird trapped in a cage.
“Whatever I want,” I reply darkly. I’m too frenzied with need to prepare her, and so I hope like hell she’s already wet because the last thing I want to do is hurt her, then again, she hurt me. Ripped my fucking heart out of my chest. Granted, she did it to protect me, this I understand, but who protects her if something happens to me?
“Zane,” she whimpers, knowing what’s coming. I’ll be cruel to her, but I’ll make sure she feels my love with each hard stroke. I’ll give her pain and let the pleasure soothe the ache.
“Shh, you only speak if it’s to tell me to stop. Do you understand?” I bark out.
Her gaze widens with shock and arousal, but she doesn’t object. Instead, she nods her head in understanding.
“Play with your tits, get yourself nice and wet because I don’t have the patience for that right now.”
Dove’s chest starts to rise and fall rapidly, but her eyes glaze over with lust. She likes when I tell her what to do, when I fuck her with purpose. Rolling her hardened nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, her lips part and her hips roll, seeking out my cock. I leave her this