I tightened my grip around her wrists. "If you have"-I rimmed her ass with my thumb-"I'll find out. And I will kill him. But it's up to you if his death is quick and easy or long and painful. So, tell me"-I cupped her in my hand, pressing the tip of my thumb inside her tight ass and finding her clit with my fingers-"have you let anyone else touch you like this?"
"Please," she begged, pushing her hips back into my hand.
I stopped moving my hand. "Tell. Me."
"No!" she burst out. "No! Of course not. I've been too busy trying to stay alive, you ass."
With a growl of possession, I sank my thumb all the way in as my fingers rubbed her clit. Veda cried out, burying her face in the comforter, and I felt her muscles contract as she came.
I used her pleasure and my thumb to relax the ring of muscles, preparing her for what was to come. There were no thoughts in my head, just this obsessive need to be inside of her everywhere.
Releasing her wrists, I smoothed her hair and ran my hand down her back to the bottom of her shirt, lifting it to expose the smooth skin of her back. There were no scars here. Nothing to mar the perfection other than a few freckles.
Slowly, I removed my thumb, her body gripping me tight to try to hold me there. When it was out, I shoved her pants down her legs, slipping off her shoes.
"I'm not fucking you," she repeated. But her voice lacked the conviction of earlier and her fists gripped the comforter above her head.
"No, you're not. I'm fucking you," I told her. "Everywhere."
Before she could argue with me, I ran my hand up the back of one leg and then another. I couldn't get enough of the feel of her skin. I rubbed both hands over her back and legs, kneading her sore ass as she lay sprawled across my lap.
I had to have her. All of her. Nothing else mattered to me right now. The entire fucking house could burn down around me, and I don't think I'd even notice. Veda was here. And she was everything. And she was MINE.
Lifting her off my lap as I stood, I sat her on the bed and removed her shirt, then my own. "Don't fucking move." My eyes never left her as I kicked off my shoes and took off my slacks, socks, and boxer briefs until I was as naked as she was. The fading "M" carved into her chest made violence rise inside of me, taunting me with the reminder that Mario had laid his hands on her. Had his dick in her sweet mouth. And I wondered if I would always have this rush of frantic need to possess her every time I saw it.
I cupped her cheek in my hand and lifted her face to mine. My vita stared up at me with rebellious eyes even as her luscious lips parted for my kiss and her soft, plump breasts rose and lowered with each panting breath. I had things I wanted to say. So many fucking things. The words were there on the tip of my tongue, all running together until finally I ducked my head and took her mouth with mine.
With that kiss, I told her all of the things I was feeling. The awe. The anger. The raw, dangerous wanting I had for her.
The need to possess her utterly until there was no one in her life or her body but me.
I continued to kiss her as I pressed her back on the mattress and covered her body with mine. She was soft where I was hard. Warm where I was cold. Light where I was dark. She was everything. She was perfect.
And she was mine.
Hesitantly, her arms came up to wrap around my neck, and I deepened the kiss. I couldn't get enough of her. She tasted like summer fruit, sweet and fleeting. And I was afraid if I stopped, she would disappear from my life again.
The feel of her hands on my back, shoulders, and arms was both overwhelming and not enough. I needed more of her touch. More of everything. And I fucking needed it now.
With a nip of her bottom lip, I moved down her body, tasting the raised skin of her scars before taking one hard nipple into my mouth and then the other. Her nails dug into my skin as she moaned, her legs falling open to accommodate me between them as she arched her back, offering me her body.
But it wasn't enough. I wanted all of her. Every breath. Every beat of her heart. Every thought and every fear. I wanted her soul.
She no longer fought me as I made my way down to the sweetest part of her. I inhaled the musky scent of her desire, and my mouth watered with the anticipation of tasting her. But I held myself back, teasing her with wet kisses on her belly and thighs until she dug her fingers into my skull and forcibly brought my mouth to her cunt, rubbing her soft flesh on my lips with wanton abandon as little cries of frustration escaped her lips.
Only then did I give her what she wanted, holding her hips down on the bed with one arm thrown across her lower stomach and running my tongue from her ass to her clit. As I worked her with my tongue, I pressed two fingers against the entrance to her ass. She tensed when she first felt me, relaxing only when I distracted her with my mouth. Then, and only then, did I press them into the tight passage, stretching her more.
Veda cried out my name, her heels digging into the mattress to escape even as her orgasm slammed into her. I kept going as she shuddered around me, sliding my fingers in and out of her ass as my tongue milked every drop from her body.
She was still riding it out when I rose over her and flipped her onto her stomach. I didn't want to see my brother's mark on her. Not now.
Lining up the head of my cock with her cunt, I pushed my way in, stopping partway inside of her to lift her hips until she was on her knees with her gorgeous ass in the air, the skin still pink and heated from my hand. With one hand on her hip and one on the center of her back to hold her down, I started pumping in and out, slamming into her so hard I felt her womb. She widened her legs, opening herself more to me, and I slapped her ass, then kneaded the heated flesh before wetting my thumb in my mouth.
This fuckable part of her was as perfect as the rest. Pink and tight. And mine. All fucking mine.
My balls tightened, and I slowed down, pressing my thumb inside of her as far as it would go.
She stiffened beneath me. "Luca... no..."
Then one finger, then two...
"This is mine," I told her. "All of you, Veda. I need all of you."