Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 4: Run of shame

Due to my body's accustomed routine, I woke before the first ray of light touched the night sky.

Looking beside me, my eyes rest on the handsome man sleeping just inches away, resembling a character perfectly crafted from a romance novel or movie.

His light pink lips are sealed, and his golden eyes, which I inexplicably wish to see, are hidden behind fluttering eyelids.

With his lower half covered with a white sheet, he peacefully sleeps on his stomach, emitting a light snore that I wouldn't mind hearing a bit longer. Or for the rest of my life if I could.

My eyes trail his well-sculpted cross tattoo on the center of his upper defined back, and I slightly smile.

The almost-rising sun filters through the massive windows, as it casts a gentle light on this captivating sight of such a fine ass man.

Marcello looks so good, radiating innocence, purity, and majesty, yet given his line of work, I doubt that's his true nature, but God he's a rare gem.

A gentle smile graces my lips as I observe him snuggle his face against the pillow, unable to wrap my head around how dominant he was with me and how...God, and how he pleasured me so well in ways I can't stop thinking about, like no other.

I have never felt this satisfied as how Marcello left me. He has experience, way too much knowledge. After I had given him a sloppy, yet wild blowjob, he took me all over again, fucking me into oblivion and about fifty other positions, leaving me aching down there.

I was not sure if I was going to be able to walk after all he had done to me with his plus-size cock, but one way or another I have to leave this hotel and bed, even if I have to crawl my way out.

Something tugs on my stomach having to think about leaving him here as if I have caught some kind of feeling.

"Fuck that..." I murmur to myself as I turn away and gradually take the sheet from shrouding my naked body.

Cautiously, I take my feet from the bed and press them against the cold marble tiles, standing.

Immediately, I sense ache between my thighs and I sigh to myself as I am not able to remember when I felt this way.

Nobody had ever fucked me this way before. And trust me, I have been on the streets.

I feel luminous...yet, I feel dirty. Like a dirty girl.

He has done things to me only a dirty girl could endure willingly.

Pushing away the thought, I start tiptoeing over to a coffee table with gold, glistening jewelry and four stocks of money spewed across it. "I didn't see any of that last night..." I mumble to myself but start blushing as I think about the reason why I didn't see them. I was being fucked into oblivion.

I was just a few feet away from the table when a raspy, deep, and low voice spoke, sending a wave of shiver down my spine as my body grew stiff.

"Sneaking out on me now, I see..." it goes silent for a few seconds. "I am deeply hurt..." it goes silently once more and I take that as my chance to turn around and face but gasp when I come face to face with his brawny chest. "Did I tell you that you could leave, Mio?"

"I did not know I was obligated to ask," I utter firmly as I lift my head to meet his honey eyes.

The imitated eye contact sends a chill down my spine.

A smirk takes over his pink lips. "You are such a sweetheart, with a naughty mouth, of course," he lifts his hand towards my face and I slightly move away from him, watching as he raises eyebrows at me. "You have no idea what you have signed up for..."