Thick fingers press against my asshole, and my breath stops. No one. Never. Not until Leo.
“Fuck, you’re tight here. This won’t be easy, darling. Take a breath.”
I’m halfway through that breath when he sinks those fingers into me up to the knuckle. Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus. His fingers are huge. They stretch me, they burn, and he’s not stopping. My head comes up off the books, which makes me tense and tighten, and Leo pushes it down with his free hand.
He forces his fingers farther in. My gasp echoes off the ceiling. “That’s it,” he croons. “Fight me. Don’t for a second relax that tight hole and let me in.”
The second he says it, I can’t resist him. I stop trying to lift my head and focus all my energy on relaxing. It doesn’t seem possible until it happens. Leo pushes his fingers the rest of the way in with a hiss. “Good girl.” His laugh spills over me like red wine. “That was hot, the way you clenched when I said that. You get another finger.”
“Too much,” I beg, even while I dig my fingers into my own flesh to keep myself exposed for him. “I can’t take it.”
“Cry if you need to.”
I do need to. The stretch and burn intensifies until tears leak down onto book pages, until my cunt is nothing but a wet ache. This is the meanest thing that anyone’s ever done to me. I never want it to stop. I can’t catch my breath when his fingers are seated. Leo doesn’t care. He reaches between my legs with his other hand and pinches my clit. I don’t recognize the sound that comes out of me. A plaintive whine. A begging cry. Leo makes a noise in the back of his throat that makes me tighten on his fingers again.
“You’re not going to come tonight unless it’s on my fingers.” His voice is low and rough in my ear. “Or on my cock. Fingers first, I think.”
He strokes between my legs and my face is hot enough to catch the books on fire. To curl the pages and send them up in smoke. I can’t stop the tears. I don’t know if they’re from wanting to come more than I want to breathe, or how much my asshole hurts stretched around his fingers, or from the horrifying truth that I like this. I need this. My orgasm has been waiting, struggling against the pain, but under his expert fingers it winds up and snaps.
Coming on his fingers is a thousand times more intense when those fingers are stretching a virgin hole. He keeps them in deep while I ride it out. They seem even bigger by the end. Too big. So big. I only discover I’m saying this out loud when Leo answers.
“Yes. You’re fucking tiny, and tight. Your pussy will stretch too, darling. It won’t have any choice.”
He turns me over onto my back and fresh heat flares on my face. I’m tearstained and panting and disheveled. The pretty gown he dressed me in is up around my waist. This is as intimate as when he told me his secrets. He’s the secret now. He’s going to be the mark on my skin that never goes away. Leo puts one hand on the inside of each of my thighs and spreads my legs again. I have one hand curled around the spine of a book and the other gripping a handful of pages. I’m trying to be careful. I might hurt them, too.
“Christ, you’re sweet.” This, he says so softly that I’m not sure he means to say it to me. I was expecting a fast, hard fuck, but Leo leans down and kisses my clit, swirling his tongue over it until I come. He shifts positions to lick me while the pleasure rolls over. I can’t hear him over the pounding of my heart, but I can feel the vibrations of his voice on my pussy. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. Like this one thing lets the world hurt less.
He straightens up when my orgasm is finished and wipes his mouth on his sleeve, his eyes hard on mine. “I’m going to fuck you now. Make you bleed. It’s going to hurt, and I’m going to love that. It’s going to sting, and ache, and stretch. You’re going to cry. I’m going to love that, too. And I promise you, darling, I won’t take my cock away and stop hurting you until you come.” A pause that seems weighted with meaning and the harsh pull of my breath. “That’s the deal.”
If I weren’t already lying down, I’d fall. I’d swoon right to the ground. Because even with his hands on my thighs, even with his body barring me from closing my legs, Leo is asking permission.
It’s permission he doesn’t need.
He could have taken me the night I stepped foot in his house. He has my name on a contract. He owns me, and he owns my family, and this dark-suited devil is giving me an out.
“Please.” My dry mouth doesn’t help. “Please hurt me.”
A curt nod. He’s coiled tight, too. I see it now in the set of his shoulders and the tension in his jaw. Leo’s hands make fast work of his belt.
His cock has been down my throat, but I’m shocked at the sight of it. How thick and wanting it is. A bead of precum catches the lamplight. I never thought I’d be in the position of admitting that a Morelli is perfect, but there’s no other word for him. Beautiful and terrifying and perfect.
He drags his crown through my folds, getting it slick. At the pressure against my opening, I want to close my eyes. But I can’t look away.
Leo braces his hands on my hips, stroking me with the full width of his palms, and I don’t fully process how much it calms me until he makes the first thrust.
My scream bounces back at both of us, off the ceiling, and Leo curses under his breath.
I can’t move. He’s so big. I can’t—I can’t do anything. He’s splitting me in two. My mind struggles with it, tries to make the pain into pleasure, but it’s like speaking a foreign language. I don’t know pain the way he does. Pages crumple in my fist. Leo works his way in another inch, his whole body fighting him. I can tell how much he wants to fuck me. It’s obvious, it’s obvious. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. He sweeps one of them away with the pad of his thumb.
His cock pulses inside me, and his chest heaves with big breaths. He was not lying when he said he would love my tears and my pain. He does love it. But it’s not simple, no, no, no. It’s not simple at all. He wrestles with it. I can see that struggle in his eyes.
With another curse, Leo gathers me up in strong arms, keeping himself inside me. There’s a rug on the floor, an oval of light on it, and he takes us there. Lowers us to the floor. I’m on top of him now. Being on top gives me no more control. He puts one hand on the floor to steady him and uses the other to arrange me. My knees touch the floor, but barely, my thighs aching with the effort of keeping myself hovering above his thick cock.
“I can’t take anymore,” I sob. “It won’t fit.”
He makes a shushing sound, his face a picture of need. Leo lifts one hand to brush my hair away from my cheek. “I always keep my promises, and now you’re going to help me. Be a good girl.”
The edge in his voice is a ploy. It’s mean, but I want it. And underneath is something else. I didn’t think Morellis were capable of feeling empathy, but he is.
Not that that’s going to stop him from doing this.
Not that it’s going to stop me.
Leo leans up and nips the side of my jaw, then presses kisses on the mark. “Bleed for me, darling. Give it to me.”
“It hurts.” More tears. So many they roll down to his jacket like rain. He moves to unbutton it. Black jacket, black shirt. I slide my hands under the lapels and hold on tight. Gravity pulls me down another inch. “You’re too big.”