Chapter 147 A View Worth Ruining
Valentina
The cool press of glass dragged a gasp from my lips. My wrists were still strapped to the headboard, body laid out like an offering against satin sheets scattered with roses—and Matteo knelt between my thighs like a man starved of heaven but hellbent on tasting it anyway.
He slid the plug into my ass slow, holding my gaze, letting me feel every sinful inch.
“There she is,” he murmured. “My perfect little slut.”
My breath caught.
“Oh, don’t play coy now. You think I didn’t see how wet you got the second you stepped off that plane? How your thighs squeezed together in the restaurant when I whispered that I’d make you come at the table?”
He stroked my inner thigh, spreading me wider.
“You liked it. Being teased. Touched. Put on display.”
He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear.
“You like being my little exhibitionist whore. Don’t you?”
I trembled.
“You like showing off this perfect cunt—my cunt—to men who could never touch you, could only imagine how tight you are while I’m inside you. While I own you.”
His voice dropped lower, reverent now, almost cruel in how gently it laced praise with possession.
“You’ve come so far from the trembling virgin I deflowered on our wedding night. Now your body begs for me. Drips for me. So desperate to be filled and ruined, over and over again.”
The glass toy shifted inside me as he adjusted my hips.
“And what do you do, baby girl? You take it. You take all of it. Because you’re mine. Because you need me.”
His hand came up to cup my breast, thumb grazing the hardened peak.
“I could fuck you in front of a thousand men and not one would be able to look away.”
He leaned down, tongue flicking over the seam of my lips.
“And still, you’d only come for me.”
His teeth scraped down my inner thigh, and his hand slid between us—fingers curling around the ring at the base of the plug.
He gave it a slow tug.
Not pulling it out.
Just enough to mimic a thrust.
My breath hitched.
Then he did it again.
A little firmer this time.
“Say it,” he murmured, voice molten against my skin.
“Mmh?” I gasped, heart pounding, clit already throbbing from the last round.
“You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?”
I whimpered.
He gave the plug another tug, just a tease, just a promise. “Say it.”
“I—I’m your…”
He licked a stripe up the center of my folds, circling my clit once with his tongue. “Don’t make me ask again, Valentina.”
I bit my lip, shivering. “I’m your good little slut.”
“Mmhmm.” His voice purred with satisfaction. “There she is.”
He tugged the plug again, watching my body react—how my thighs jerked, how my nipples peaked even tighter.
“Good girl,” he whispered, mouth hovering just above my core. “My obedient, filthy little wife.”
He leaned in slowly. Just the heat of his breath sent a shudder through me.
“Time to cum,” he growled, tongue flattening against my clit.
I gasped.
“Cum for me, my little whore.”
And then he devoured me.
There was no teasing now.
No patience.
No mercy.
Just relentless, expert strokes of his tongue and the maddening, rhythmic tug of that plug—driving me to the edge with every breath.
My back arched. The restraints pulled tight.
And when I came?
It was with his name on my lips.
My thighs quaking.
“Fuck,” Matteo growled, voice thick and ruined as he pulled back, eyes locked on the mess he’d made between my thighs. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”
His fingers curled around the ring of the plug, giving one more slow tug—not removing it, just reminding me it was still there, still stretching me.
“I want to fuck you with this plug in your ass,” he hissed, voice cracked with hunger. “Feel you clench around both. Feel how tight you get when you’re stuffed full of me.”
My body throbbed at the thought. I was already soaked, already trembling.
But he wasn’t finished.
He reached toward the nightstand, opened a drawer I hadn’t noticed, and pulled out something black and gleaming. A cock ring.
Not just any cock ring.
Attached to it was a small, curved vibrator designed to sit perfectly against my clit with every thrust.
He slid it over his length, hissing through his teeth as it gripped tight around the base. The vibrator nestled against the root of his cock, aimed precisely at where it would meet my body.
“You ready,” he said, crawling over me, “to cum the hardest you’ve ever fucking came?”
I whimpered, nodding as my legs instinctively parted for him.
He took his time lining up, dragging his cock through my slick folds, letting that toy tease and buzz where I needed it most. Still holding the plug in place with one hand as he braced over me with the other.
He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance.
“My sweet, good little slut,” he purred. “Let’s see how many times I can break you tonight.”
And then he pushed in—slow and thick and claiming.
The second he pushed in—thick and slow, his cock stretching me while the plug in my ass pressed deeper and the vibrator hit my clit—I shattered.
My back arched, toes curling, body seizing beneath him as a scream ripped from my throat.
“Oh fuck—” I gasped, eyes flying open, the overwhelming sensation crashing through me like a tidal wave. “I’m—I’m going to cum—again—I—”
“Do it,” Matteo growled, voice primal, chest heaving. “Do it for me, baby girl. Show me how fucking good it feels to be filled like this. Let me feel you break around my cock.”
And I did.
I came so hard I thought the world tilted. My vision went white, my whole body convulsing as he buried himself to the hilt, the cock ring’s vibrator pulsing against my clit like it knew exactly where to ruin me.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t give me a second to breathe.
He fucked me through the orgasm, one hand gripping my thigh, the other holding my face so he could watch every trembling second of it.
My voice was wrecked when I cried, “Please—Matteo, please—cum inside me—put a fucking baby in me—”
Something in him snapped.
His rhythm turned savage. Possessive. Claiming.
“You want me to breed you, Princess?” he snarled, hips pistoning harder, the headboard slamming into the wall. “You want to carry my baby—let the world see exactly who fucking owns you?”
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes—yes—yes—”
“Then take it.”
With a final thrust so deep it knocked the breath from my lungs, he groaned against my throat, body tensing—
“Fuck.”
—and came.
Deep.
Hot.
Claiming.