Chapter 48 YOUR BODY.
\~~~RAINA.
I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck and then fucked by the driver.
Every single muscle hurt. My thighs were sticky and my pussy throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, my nipples were raw, my throat felt like I’d swallowed sandpaper, and there were bruises on my hips shaped like his fingers. The sheets were a wreck, twisted, damp, smelling like sex and him and me.
For one stupid second, I thought maybe it was a dream. Then I moved and felt the ache deep inside, felt the dried come on my stomach crack when my skin stretched, felt the sting on my ass from his handprints.
God, it's not a dream.
I huddled up and buried my face in the pillow that still carried his scent, cologne, sweat, and something dark dwelling within him. The tears streamed quickly, burning and ugly.
I bit down on the fabric to muffle my cries because I didn’t want the maids to hear me breaking down. I despised him.
I despised how he came in yesterday finding me with my hands deep, inside me whispering his name like a desperate whore, and made it into hours of him dominating every part of me.
I hated how he never asked and didn't consider me simply. I allowed him. No. I pleaded with him. I sobbed for more as he ravished my mouth, my pussy, my being.
My body retained the memory of each push. Each smack. And every dirty word he muttered as he pinned me down and brought me to intense pleasure. Fuck, I saw stars.
I wished to scour my skin until it bled, desired to shout until my voice was gone, and longed to run endlessly without ceasing.
Yet my clit throbbed as I recalled his tongue there, his teeth grazing my neck the way he referred to me as his little slut while he climaxed on my tongue and forced me to swallow it all.
I despised what I did. Despised that I rubbed my lips as if craving more.
‘He belongs to Talia, Raina. How could you?”
I pulled myself up from bed, my legs trembling like a foal, and staggered to the bathroom. The mirror was unforgiving. Bite marks blossoming purple on my neck and breasts, handprints red on my buttocks and thighs, beard burn smeared across my chest, lips swollen, eyes. Red from crying and, from when he fucked my throat so violently that tears streamed down my cheeks.
I appeared as if I had been exploited.
Well, I had.
The most intense part? My pussy tightened from seeing the evidence.
I adjusted the shower to a burning setting and stayed beneath it until my skin became red and the water grew cold. I washed vigorously with the soap that likely exceeded my previous own yet I continue to sense him. I still detect his scent on my skin. Still savor his essence lingering at the back of my throat.
I collapsed onto the floor pulling my knees close to my chest and wept more intensely than I had in many years. The water struck my back as I wept into my arms like something shattered.
He shattered me yesterday evening.
I allowed him.
I remained there until my fingers wrinkled and the water turned freezing. Until I felt numb over except for the persistent pain, between my legs that refused to fade.
When I emerged wrapped in a towel, hair wet, and my eyes puffy, he was perched on the edge of the bed. Bare-chested. Sweatpants resting low on his hips. Staring at the bathroom door as if he had been anticipating it all along.
I stood motionless at the entrance.
Initially, he remained silent. He simply gazed at me with those inscrutable eyes that always perceive far more than they reveal.
I gripped the towel firmly. "Leave."
“No.”
I chuckled, though it sounded cracked and damp. "You got what you sought. Stop bothering me.”
He rose slowly and moved toward me deliberately as if he understood that any quick action would make me flee.
I retreated until the wall pressed against my shoulders.
He halted directly before me, near enough for me to sense the warmth radiating from his skin and detect the scent of the previous night lingering on him.
“You believe I am finished with you?" His tone was hoarse, from slumber, passion, and something ominous. "You expect one night of you crying out my name climaxing on my tongue, my hands my cock to suffice?”
I averted my gaze. "I despise you.”
He seized my chin firmly, compelling me to meet his gaze. "Your pussy didn’t despise me when it was clenching me tightly I saw stars. Your mouth didn’t despise me when you swallowed every bit like a good girl.”
I hit him sharply. The noise snapped sharply in the room.
He didn't flinch. Simply grinned, deliberate and menacing.
He then seized my wrists holding them above my head with one hand while pulling the towel off with the other.
I was bare again, and vulnerable, and trembling! Fuck.
Fresh, out of the shower still tender, still hurting.
“Please let me leave, " I murmured, my voice trembling.
“No." He pressed his body against me already erect through his sweatpants. "You belong to me, butterfly. You are my wife, and I have left you for far too long."
He pressed a kiss on me, his teeth and tongue demanding. I bit his lip until I sensed blood. He growled, kissing me intensely and pressing against me so I could feel precisely how much he lusted after me.
His free hand slipped between my thighs, discovered me drenched, damn it, and thrust two fingers forcefully.
I shouted into his mouth.
“Still wet, for me " he whispered on my lips, moving slowly, curling them perfectly. "Your body remembers its owner even if your words don’t.”
I attempted to resist and tried to wriggle but he kept me trapped, his fingers slowly and deeply exploring my thumb tracing circles, and then my clit until my legs trembled.
I despised how I had become attached.
He withdrew his fingers. Placed them on my lips. "Savor much of this as you desire.”
I rotated my head.
He pushed them in regardless. "Suck.”
I did and tears streamed down my cheeks as I savored myself on his fingers like the creature he made me become.
He moaned, his eyes full with craving. Then he turned me around, leaned me over the bed, and spread my legs wide. I caught the sound of his sweatpants falling.
He collided with me from the rear in a fierce impact and I shouted into the covers.
He didn’t hesitate. He simply fucked me hard, deep, and unstoppable that the bed crashed against the wall with each thrust. My moans broke into sobs.
Each thrust of his hips propelled me toward the head of the bed until he pulled me backward by my hair.
“See you," he snarled, thrusting forcefully. "Weeping on my cock as if you were made for it.”
I was, indeed. Lord assist me, I truly was.
Moving in quickly and harshly, he commanded. “Come "
Shit.
"Come over your husband’s cock like the filthy little wife you are.”
I broke down. “Luci… Luciano!”
I yelled his name until my voice gave out and my entire body trembled, my grip still tightening around him so fiercely that he swore.
He withdrew, turned me over more, and forced me down onto my knees.
“Open that pretty mouth.”
I did.
He slammed into my throat fiercely gripping my hair, hips thrusting. I choked, dripped saliva, and wept. He kept going until he ejaculated deep in my throat.
He then lifted me, tossed me onto the bed, parted my legs widely, and devoured me like a man until I climaxed twice more shouting his name into the pillow.
When he finally eased back into me slowly, inch by inch, and our faces aligned until our eyes locked. He leaned in and kissed me softly, and almost gently.
“I am not going to let you go,” he murmured against my mouth.
“You are mine.”
His fingers dug possessively into my waist.
“Your body… mine.”