“How?” I whimpered.
His body was on top of me, but most of his weight was resting on the bed. He didn’t want to crush me, obviously. My great savior.
He left a trail of hot kisses from my collarbone to my stomach along the stained line where he’d marked me. Then he closed his lips around my right nipple and sucked on it. My body arched. Tension set low in my belly. He did the same with my other nipple, and the tension intensified.
He sensed it. He sniffed the smell of the wetness gathering in my pussy like a dog. I cried as his hand ventured between my thighs and felt the evidence.
“Atta girl,” he murmured, stroking me.
I whimpered as his lips traveled down my body, his hair caressing my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut when his mouth reached his intended destination.
For a second, I resisted, but he effortlessly pulled my legs apart and lapped his tongue along my slit. “So fucking sweet.”
His mouth licked and nibbled around my clit until I was moaning against my will, and then he closed his lips around it and sucked.
I burned inside with pain and need, the throbbing between my legs unbearable. My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t catch my breath.
I struggled, and he laughed, puffs of air from his breath on my sensitive flesh. He easily held me down and devoured me. I squirmed against his tongue, but my moves seemed to be bringing me closer to the elusive edge.
My entire body tightened against my will. A wave of pleasure rippled in me so intense that my toes curled. A climax like nothing I’d given myself before.
The first real orgasm of my life.
And it was at the mouth of my stalker. My captor.
I wanted to curl up and cry, but he wasn’t done with me yet. He crawled up my body and kissed me with the same sensual violence I was used to from him now. His taste was different, salty. From me, I deduced. I was tasting myself on his lips.
His kiss grew hungrier, more carnal. His tongue penetrated my mouth, not dancing the usual dance around mine. His hand was rubbing my pussy again. My body tensed with fear and desire as the heat and hardness from his erection pushed against my inner thigh.
“Please,” I whispered, crying, hoping he’d see my devastation and stop. “Please. I’ve never done this before. Please don’t rape me, Tino.”
His nostrils flared. “Rape you? How many times do I have to tell you I’m not like your father? I’m never gonna rape you. You’re my sweet Angel. I can never do this to you.” Then his eyes gleamed. “I’m gonna make love to your beautiful body in broad daylight as promised. Your body that is mine.”
“But I didn’t give it to you.”
“Angel, you don’t need to give me anything. You can’t give what’s not yours. You’re already mine. You’ve always been mine.”
“You’re crazy,” I whimpered.
“For you, my sweet Angel.” He devoured my mouth, upping the speed of his rubbing. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I promise I’m gonna make it feel so good.” He shifted his hips and guided his erection toward my opening.
I gasped as I stared down. Then I gulped when I saw the size of him, my fear doubling. This was gonna hurt. So fucking much.
He pushed inside me, inside the slick wetness that was only increasing, but my body resisted the unfamiliar intrusion. He didn’t heed my continuous pleas and pushed the tip in. It hurt and burned. I screamed, pushing at his shoulders.
His eyes dilated, growing darker as he groaned. “Cazzo, you’re so tight, so fucking good. Relax, Angel. It will hurt less if you relax.”
But I was only shaking, sobbing. “It hurts, Tino. You’re hurting me.”
“Just at first. I promise.” He pressed into me, and my flesh slowly gave way, painfully stretching for him.
I writhed underneath him, my nails scratching at his back, but he wouldn’t stop, working his cock in inch by inch. Then he paused for a second, a vein pulsing near his temple. He groaned something in Italian and looked like he was in pain. But I knew he loved it so much, this violation that was tearing me apart.
He sucked my lips one by one, and then he pushed with one firm thrust. I cried out again, the stretch excruciating. I couldn’t see, but I knew he’d just taken my virginity.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. After all Nicky and I had been through, I lost my virginity like that. I was being raped like that.
He didn’t stop until his full length was buried inside me, his pubic hair pressing against my own. My stomach twisted with nausea. I almost blacked out from the pain.
I took small, shallow breaths as his hardness lodged deep inside me. It was the most violating thing I’d ever experienced. And I was molested by my father and had been stalked by this psycho monster for six years.
“Relax,” he murmured in my ear, “just relax, my sweet Angel. You’ll enjoy this as much as I do.”
How could I believe him when he was tearing me open? When he’d been lying to me all my life? He was raping me, and I couldn’t do anything to escape or make it stop or hurt less. He was so much larger and stronger than I was. Even if I could escape this room, this house, where would I go? All I could do was lie here helplessly, pinned underneath him until he was done.
Bitter tears streamed down my temples. His lips lightly brushed my eyelids, kissing my tears, messing with me, lying to me.
His soft kisses rained on my face, my neck. His hands embraced me, caressed my skin in a lover’s touch. All the while, his cock was buried deep inside me without my consent, its thickness and hardness hurting me, burning me from within.
My untrustworthy body slowly softened in response to his kisses, to the tenderness in his touch. No. Please don’t.
The hungry wolf began to move, withdrawing from my body and then pushing himself back in, adding to my agony, but then he reached between our bodies and circled my clit.
To my horror, the pleasurable pressure gathered inside me again. The pain was still there, but so was the pleasure. I writhed in his arms, but now I was fighting myself. I couldn’t let him believe I wanted him.
I couldn’t let me realize I still fucking wanted him, wanted his pain and abuse. His darkness that festered in my soul until it became one with it.
His thrusts grew harder, deeper, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. The intensity of the pain and the pleasure mixed until the lines between them blurred, until the world was shut out, and there was only me and Tino and this sick, twisted, dark connection and pleasure our bodies craved.
I exploded, the orgasm ripping through my body with unmatched force. He groaned my name against my ear as he grew even thicker and longer inside me. His cock pulsed and jerked deep, and a warm gush filled me as he, too, came.
Inside me. Bare.
A new horror took over me. I’d just had nonconsensual, unprotected sex with my stalker. The brutal Mafia boss who was supposed to be my father-in-law. The killer of my father. My captor.
Tino Bellomo had stolen my virginity, claimed my body and filled me with his thick cum, marking me up for life.
He collected me in his arms, kissing my forehead, holding me close. I cried in his embrace, seeking solace from the very person who had just ripped me to shreds.
Chapter 48
Lina
I didn’t know how I could sleep after what happened, but I did. My whole body was sore, and I had one nightmare after another, but I forced myself to stay in slumber. He might have been masturbating to me in my sleep, but he wouldn’t fuck me then.