Page 15 of Ruthless Sinner
“Fuck you,” she glares. “You want sex, go find your fiancé.”
It takes some fumbling to get my cock out, but I manage it. Past the belt that stubbornly tries to stay on. Past the button on my pants that doesn’t want to come undone. Past the boxers already slick with precum. “My fiancé is sixteen,” I roll my eyes. “The last thing I’m going to do is fuck an underage girl.”
Adalina pauses, and her mouth falls open, revealing a hint of surprise. “Sixteen? Why are you marrying a sixteen-year-old?”
Her dress is almost as hard to shove around her waist as it was to unsheathe myself. “God, you had to pick the longest dress in the fucking closet,” I growl.
She writhes and squirms beneath me, her body a playful distraction from the task at hand. “It’s your sister’s dress. Blame her.”
“I love my sister, but,” I meet Adalina’s gaze, “don’t ever talk about her when my dick is out.” I shouldn’t have said anything. Adalina Martinelli is chaos wrapped in beautiful packaging—like a hurricane disguised as a summer breeze.
“You want to know what else I found in your sister’s closet?” A devious smirk stretches across her previously tightly pressed lips. She doesn’t ask about my fiancé anymore, and that is warning enough.
I pull her panties to the side, frustrated that this is transpiring with less grace than I had planned. “Don’t, Adalina.”
She doesn’t hear the warning in my tone; she presses on with no regard for the implied threat. “Her vibrator,” Adalina whispers conspiratorially. “It’s a big one, too. I don’t know how you missed it. She had it hidden in an old shoe box with a purple dildo, too. Your sister likes them big, huh?”
God, I hate Adalina. She draws the calm out of me and splashes her chaos across my walls in ugly, jagged splatters. “You’re a bitch, you know that,” I announce a split second before entering her.
It is a quick and sharp intrusion. Adalina’s breath catches in her throat. Her eyes lock onto mine with a curious blend of intense desire and simmering anger, like flames flickering in a stormy sea. “And you’re a cheater. What would your child bride think if she saw what we were doing?”
I don’t want to think about Lucrezia or her poisonous little mouth. I don’t want to hear about my sister’s vibrator or big purple dick—both of which need to be removed from Adalina’s room because I don’t want her coming on anything but my dick, fingers, or tongue. I want to bury myself in this woman until I can’t see straight. I want to devour her until she’s nothing but a quivering mess beneath me. I want to leave her trembling and breathless, completely surrendered to me.
“Do me a favor and shut the fuck up,” I snap at her.
With a quick thrust forward, I shove my cock as deep as it will go. I fill her up completely and adjust to the sensation of her muscles tensing around me.
Adalina resists and struggles against my every move, her body writhing in a deliciously desperate struggle for dominance. It’s not just sex between us; it’s a primal battle of desire and power. But I am determined to make her yield to me; I want to claim her as mine in the most raw and carnal way.
With a hungry eagerness, I press my lips to hers and taste the bitterness of her anger mingling with the sweetness of her breath. The tension and fury in her body are evident in the tightness of her bottom lip. With desperate urgency, I push my tongue into her mouth, tasting every corner and claiming what is rightfully mine.
Despite my attempts to dominate her, Adalina refuses to submit. As I hold her in a vulnerable position, she retaliates by sinking her teeth into my bottom lip, sending shivers of pleasure and pain through my body.
I roar like a wounded grizzly, pulling away from her with a crazed look in my eye. “You crazy bitch.” My mouth fills with the metallic taste of blood, dripping down my chin and onto her face. The sight makes me shudder with a mix of fear and excitement, a reminder of the violence that lurks within me.
“It’s just a little foreplay, baby,” she winks. We’re both turned on by the fight.
Adalina is a force of nature, a whirlwind of madness and chaos. The kind of insane you lock up in an asylum because they’re going to hurt themselves or others. My brothers would tell me not to stick my dick in crazy, but they’ve never met a woman like Adalina. She is a storm waiting to unleash her fury, and I can’t resist the temptation of standing in her path.
I lean down with a savage hunger, dragging my bleeding lip across her pale chest, smearing her pretty white dress with crimson drops. A rush of rage and adrenaline surges through me. I grab the fabric with my teeth and tear it from her body, destroying it in a fit of reckless abandon.
My dick aches with unquenchable desire, and I can no longer resist staying still within her. I thrust my hips forward and back in a frenzied rhythm, taking my pleasure with every movement. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the yard, drowning out the noise of chirping birds and chittering squirrels. Blood drips from my cut lip, leaving a crimson trail across her chest and neck. “You will obey me when you’re under my roof.”
She wraps her leg around my waist, using it to guide and control our movements as I thrust into her. Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity, a dance of pleasure and desire. I can feel every inch of her against me, her skin warm and slick with sweat. We are lost in each other, lost in undeniable chemistry and raw desire. “Or what?” Adalina moans. “You’ll fuck me into submission? That’s the kind of encouragement a girl like me needs.”
With a sudden surge of rage, I release the handcuffs that have confined her hands above her head and instead grasp her face between my fingers. I dig into her skin, leaving red marks as I forcefully turn her head towards me, demanding her full attention. “Do not mistake lust for kindness, Adalina. I like the way your pussy feels, and you can get away with a lot when a man is a slave to his dick. But I can control my urges. If you push me enough, I’ll find the filthiest, dirtiest, most rat-infested cell in the dungeons and leave you there to rot. Do you hear me?”
There is no winner in this battle of wills. My blood drips down her cheek in thick crimson streaks as I thrust into her. Every movement is a struggle for dominance, but she doesn’t submit to my authority, only to the pleasure of my throbbing member inside her. And for now, that’s all that matters.
Chapter 16
Adalina
An hour later, I return to my room, the sharp clink of metal echoing as Dante finally removes the handcuffs from my wrists. A pair of tiny pink lines now encircle each wrist, a physical reminder of my recent captivity. I rub at them discreetly, trying to ease the lingering discomfort while glaring at my captor.
“Let me draw you a bath,” he decides with a smile. Before I can say anything, he walks toward the bathroom and shoves the handcuffs into his back pocket.
With a frustrated huff, I peel the tight fabric of what’s left of my dress and toss it carelessly into an empty hamper in the back of the closet. If Dante wants each item hand-washed and neatly folded, he kidnapped the wrong girl.