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"I need you," I whine, sliding my arms around Vito's neck and pulling him in.
He returns the favour, lifting me up and laying me back down on the dining table. It's cold against my back but that only heightens the intensity of the situation. I'm so desperate for him.
I hold my breath in anticipation as he kneels on the floor in front of me, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling me in closer.
Wetness soaks through my underwear, coating my inner thighs with sticky arousal.
"Fuck, you're wet," Vito groans, sliding his warm tongue along my inner thigh.
I cry out slightly when I feel his teeth sink into my soft flesh, the pain zaps through my body, mixing with the arousal.
He just bit me.
And I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life.
Sliding my underwear to the side, Vito begins rubbing my wetness, skimming each fold with his fingers before slipping two digits inside me.
A feeling of pure relief washes over me and I can't contain my moans as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out, pushing me closer to the edge.
"Oh, fuck, yes," I moan once he presses his warm tongue against me, lapping at my folds as his fingers continue to fuck me.
"That's my girl," he growls. The vibrations from his voice quickly throw me over the edge, and I arch my back as my orgasm takes hold of me.
"Shhh," Vito coos, his fingers still working their magic inside me. By this point, my body is a shaking, quivering mess and he knows it. I can tell by the grin on his face that he knows his effect on me.
I hate that he can please me so easily.
No other man has been quite as successful.
"Look at you," Vito rasps, his accent heavy, "so wet for me."
I simply moan in response, too exhausted to construct a decipherable sentence.
"I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, gattina," he growls. His fingers are no longer inside me and are now wrapped tightly around his erection.
This man just does not stop.
"Say it."
"Y-you're the only one who gets to see me like this," I whimper, completely and utterly hypnotised by him.
"That's right," he says, quietly, and I'm convinced he's talking to himself, "if another man were to see you like this, I'd have to kill him."
The chilling reality of his words sends a shiver down my body, but it's overshadowed by my intense arousal.
I just might explode.
"You won't have to worry about that," I breathe out, watching as Vito tugs at his cock, "I'm all yours."
I don't know why I said it, it just felt right. I'm so attached to him I can't imagine being with anyone else. While I don't owe him my loyalty, I can't help but feel at home whenever I'm with him. He's dangerous and unhinged, scary at times.
But I think I'm falling in love.
By this point, I'm still laying on the dining table, propping myself up on my elbows so I can watch Vito's broad figure as he strokes himself.
When he takes a step towards me, I expect to feel the familiar stretch of his cock inside me, but instead he reaches past me and grabs a candle from the middle of the table.
It's still lit.
"Erm, Vito," I gasp, "what are you doing with that?"
My heart beats rapidly in both my chest and my pussy, mouth gaped open while I watch him toy with the flame.
Just as he grabs my hips and thrusts himself into me, Vito tilts the candlestick slightly, enough that a drop of wax falls and lands on my collarbone, burning my momentarily.
The fusion of these sensations overwhelms me, and I cry out in bliss, throwing my head back as the feeling consumes me.
Before meeting Vito, I never would've pinned myself as someone who enjoys being burnt during sex. I would've laughed at anyone who told me they do.
But this overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure only heightens my arousal and brings me closer to release.
I relish in the pain.
Vito continues his punishing thrusts, tilting the candle every now and then to paint my body with wax. My back arches off the table when the wax hits my chest, dripping down the valley of my breasts.
"Oh my God," I heave, my moans becoming uncontrollable.
"God can't help you now, gattina."
His free hand now snakes around my neck, pinning me firmly to the table. I'm surprised it hasn't collapsed with how hard he's pounding into me.
"You belong to me," he rasps, squeezing my throat as he pours a few more drops of wax across my belly. "Say it."
"I'm yours, Vito," I whine, "I belong to you."
He moans in response and I feel his thrusts getting rougher, tearing me in half.
I run my hands along his arms and up his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple and tense under my touch. He's so strong. So strong that he could easily crush me, I wouldn't complain if he did.
Running my hands further along his skin, I dig my nails into his back, scratching him hard enough to draw blood.
He isn't put off by my action, instead it only fuels him more, grabbing my legs and forcing my body to meet his brutal thrusts.
"Oh fuck," I moan. I can feel him so deep.
"That's it," Vito coos, "you're taking it so well."
Our bodies are hot and sticky, sweat coating our skin and emulating the slapping noises that echo across the room.
We're so caught up in the moment that our surroundings become a complete blur. So lost in bliss and pleasure that neither of us notice the creak of the door, or the footsteps of an intruder.
our moans create a melody that washes out any and all background noise.
I'm so focused on Vito that everything else just fades away.
So of course I don't hear the gunshot.
Not until it's buried in Vito's shoulder.
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Skyscrapers Fall |18+|
Romance"Are you gonna be a good little slut for me and keep quiet?" He rasped, his warm breath tickling my ear. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, reaching down to his waistband. "Good," he purred, his teeth grazing against my ear as he spoke...
