Rosa

Chapter 44

Every centimeter of his pulsing cock was now enveloped within her hot, slick core. They were of one flesh. He owned her sex. Her pussy gripped him like a vice. Cristiano's large, solid form hovered over Rosa, entrapping her beneath him. She laid there breathless and trembling with need. Inhaling a sharp gasp, Rosa surrendered to Cristiano.

His avowal captivated her.

Revenge is not enough.

Like two damned flames trapped in hell, they had, somehow, found one another amid their sins and shadows. To burn together. Darker. Fiercer.

I am going after my kingdom and crown.

He was her sin. She was his shadow. They belonged to each other. Only each other. In mind. In body. In soul.

I want everything that I am owed from the fuckers who stole it from me.

With every push and every pull, his muscles thrummed with more tension. More anguish. More sorrow.

"Take me, take me," he begged her in a desperate mix of English and Italian, "prendimi tutta, Rosa... io mi do a te..."

Cristiano appeared to be using her body to forget. To release his demons at long last. He was pouring the darkness of his past into her, and Rosa welcomed his pain and his rage even while the weight of it threatened to pull her under.

"I am yours, mon beau," she offered without hesitation. "Give it to me, I want it all from you, only you, always you..."

Such intimacy had never come easily for Rosa. Part of her always put up some kind of resistance even when she was enjoying sex.

Yet, in this most heartbreaking and turbulent moment, Rosa wanted to give Cristiano everything. There was nothing else she could've done. She allowed herself to be vulnerable. For the first time ever, she chose to let go. Pleasure swept Rosa away as Cristiano proceeded to pound her toward the sweetest dissolution. His massive cock stretched her beyond measure. He rammed inside her over and over again. Need, want, and lust converged within like a stormy tide—rising, intensifying, threatening to spill over all at once—until she felt deliciously raw and used and ready for the most explosive climax. Ever. Indeed, the intensity of this fucking was unlike anything she had ever experienced with anyone.

Each snap of Rosa's hips seemed to fuel Cristiano's passion. Each breathy moan that escaped her lips granted him renewed lifeforce. He fucked her like a beast. A savage, depraved beast who was being unleashed on his one true mate for the first time. Her eyes rolled back more than once from the relentless force of his hard, pounding thrusts. He was making her wet. So fucking wet. The euphoric friction between their bodies nearly drove her mad with ecstasy.

Right then, Rosa sensed that it wasn't Cristiano Massera who was fucking her.

She was being claimed by a vengeful prince with no crown.

She was being dominated by a De León on a mission to reclaim his kingdom.

Rosa's eyes squeezed shut.

The truth had come out.

It was too much, too much, too much.

Her heart nearly burst from such realizations.

Yet, she craved more, more, more.

More of him.

Cristiano's hand came up to palm her breasts, kneading her generous mounds. Pulling, tugging, and tweaking her nipples. He was rough. Then, he was gentle. He set her senses on fire. His touch alternated between a heady mix of teasing and taunting. Pain kissed her pleasure. Arching her back, she started rubbing her aching tits against his chest, needing to feel his hot, bare skin against hers. In time, the thundering beats of her chaotic heart were no longer hers to tame. She was his. Completely.