Merciful Love || 18+

The air hangs heavy with the scent of vanilla and expensive tobacco. Caterina kneels on the plush cream carpet, her short white dress riding high up her thighs the neckline plunging to reveal the swell of her pale, heavy breasts. Her green eyes lock onto Salvatore.

Salvatore stands like a monolith. His hazel eyes are shards of ice. He looks down at the girl, his jaw tight.

CATERINA
Do you like what you see, Salvatore?

SALVATORE
You are a girl playing a game you do not understand.

Caterina reaches out. Her small hand cups the bulge in his pants She feels the thick, pulsing length of his cock, hard as iron and straining against the fabric. She rubs him in a slow, rhythmic circle, squeezing the head of his penis through the cloth.

SALVATORE
Stop.

CATERINA
Your mouth says stop, but your blood is screaming.

Salvatore's composure cracks. He reaches down, his large hand fist-ing into her hair, yanking her head back. Her throat arches.

SALVATORE
Don't start something that will hurt you, Caterina.

CATERINA
I don't want a good man. I want you.

she leans forward, her palm grinding harder against his crotch, feeling the pre-cum dampen the fabric. She lets out a soft moan, her breath hot against his thigh.

Salvatore lets go of her hair. His breathing is ragged. He slides his thumb into her mouth. Caterina closes her eyes, her tongue swirling around the digit, sucking the skin with a wet,tasting salt and leather.

SALVATORE
You think this is love? This is a hunger that eats everything in its path.

CATERINA
Then let it eat me.

He pulls his thumb out with a sharp pop, sliding it under her chin to lift her gaze. His eyes are no longer ice; they are fire.

SALVATORE
I have spent years building a kingdom on corpses. You are a flower in a graveyard.

CATERINA
Then plant me. Break me. Just don't ignore me.

The bedroom door swings open with a violent crash.

Seya stands there.

A dark forbidden romance filled with obsession, tension, secrets, possessive.
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