Page 79 of Relentless Sinner
Slipping my hands around her waist, I reclaim control and pump into her so she can bounce up and down on my cock.
She’s not as tight as she was yesterday. Now she fits my cock like a glove. Like she was made for me.Only me.
The warm water around us amplifies every sensation. So does the passion between us, making us lose our minds as we fuck like animals.
How many times have I had her now?
I’ve lost count. It doesn’t matter because I don’t plan to stop owning her cunt.
Or taking and taking and taking until she gives me everything. I know there are still pieces of herself she’s keeping hidden from me. I can feel it even though she’s dropped her guard substantially.
Those parts of her are the secrets of her soul. And she’s right; she shouldn’t give them to me.
There’s a better man in this world who deserves them. I’m just being selfish and possessive by wanting to keep her for myself.
“I’m coming,” she whimpers, grabbing on to my shoulders.
“Then come for me, my Krasota.” I lick over her breasts as they bounce in my face and I pound harder into her body.
She comes and her walls wrap around my length, squeezing my cock like a vice.
Her release feels like nothing else I’ve experienced and watching her in the throes of pleasure is even better. It makes my cock harder and intensifies my greed.
I lift her off me, bend her over the side and slide into her from behind, savoring the view of her wet ass and the water splashing around her in tandem with my vicious thrusts.
The erotic sight of her makes my balls draw up but I manage to keep control of myself.
Moments of madness pass through me and I fuck her harder. She cries out, screaming my name and grinding into me.
I feel her come again, feel the walls of her pussy throbbing and, fuck, I explode inside her. Her cunt milks me dry and even as my cum flows into her body I still want more. I’m not even close to getting enough.
As I stare at her tiny body beneath me my gaze drifts to the ring on her finger. It sparkles in the moonlight. Another reminder that she’s mine.
I never expected to feel this way about a woman contracted to be my wife. A woman who’s supposed to be a pawn in my game. The line I thought I’d placed to remind me that it’s about business is so blurred I can’t see it anymore.
What the hell am I going to be like next weekend when she becomes my wife?
It’s nighttime again.
Gabriella and I are in bed gazing out the window at the stars covering the inky black sky. She’s pressed up against me with her naked body molded to mine and her scent of honey and magnolia filling my lungs.
Today was day two of us devouring each other.
Tomorrow I fly out to Italy and I won’t be back until a few days before our wedding. I won’t be gone for long but this girl has gotten under my skin in such a way that I don’t want to leave her.
We’ve been lying here in silence for a while. The only touching we’ve been doing is my light strokes across her stomach and her gentle caresses of the little rose tattooed on my wrist.
She’s been staring at it along with my others but she hasn’t asked me about them. She seemed to know that the stars on my shoulder signify my leadership in the Bratva. I’ve noticed that she knows a fair bit about the Bratva and while she doesn’t speak Russian, she understands some of it.
I know there’s a lot going on in her head. There’s a shit ton of stuff crashing around in mine, too. Stuff to do with the danger of my family, Gabriella’s father, andher.
The main thing I’m focused on is her. I sense she’s been trying to pull back and finding it difficult. I want her to stop resisting.
“Why a rose?” Her gentle whisper breaks the silence, her voice so low and soft I barely hear it.
I’m surprised she finally asked. It seems her curiosity has gotten the better of her. I understand why. The rose tattoo is the only thing that looks out of place on me.
“To remember my mother,” I reply, and she turns to face me. “Her name was Rose, and she liked roses.”