I filled my nose with her smell as I hugged her. Then I undressed her to her panties. I used my shirt to put under her and my pants on the floor for the mess we were about to make.
The sweet taste of her lips burned me as I devoured her. “You can’t be scared of starting our family, Angel. Nobody else will ever have you because you’re mine.” I rubbed her pussy over the fabric of her panties. “Say it for me, Angel. Tell me who you belong to.”
She only whispered a moan.
I pinched her nipple and loved how it hardened under my touch. “Say it.”
Her moaning gasps were the only answer she was willing to give. I suckled her nipples before I pinched one again, my fingers rubbing her pussy faster. “Say. It. Who do you belong to, Angel?”
Her eyes squeezed, and a tear fled them. “You.”
“You’re gonna wear my ring and take my last name. Why, Angel?”
The heat from her pussy made my balls swell. The loud moan coming from her parted lips sent a pulse in my cock.
I slapped her ass when she didn’t answer. “Why, Angel?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“Fucking right you are. And I’m gonna come inside your pretty little pussy over and over until you’re pregnant with my baby.” I growled, the image of her pregnant hot as fuck. “Why, Angel?”
Her all moaning no answering act forced another slap on her ass from me.
“Because I’m yours, Tino.”
“Atta girl,” I praised and gave her a little choke while I upped the pace of my rubbing and suckled her engorged nipples.
She shuddered as an orgasm rippled through her. I loved to watch her come. I wished I’d been able to paint and capture it forever. But it’d take me a lifetime to capture every fraction, every contort of her face, every squeeze of her eyes, every twist of her lips… I’d film her, but I couldn’t risk it being discovered or falling into any hands. That beautiful, sacred reaction was mine alone to watch.
When she was done, I freed my erection and took off her panties. Then I dragged out the bloody tampon out of her pussy and smelled it. The scent of her orgasm, her pussy and her blood. “Mamma mia.”
She watched me in awe. A good awe. She seemed surprised by my reaction yet relieved. She liked that I loved it. She liked that nothing could stop me from loving her body.
I immersed my finger in her pussy gently and kept my eyes on hers as I sucked her taste off my finger. She bit her lip, her pupils dilating and darkening with arousal. I took her hand and guided it to my throbbing cock. She trembled as she fisted it. It was the first time she touched it. I covered her fist with mine and stroked, showing her what to do.
Her little hand around my length made me feel even bigger, and the shade of pink in her cheeks as she rubbed my cock almost made me nut on the spot.
I cupped her ass and pulled her closer. Then I hooked her legs around my hips and stopped her hand so I wouldn’t come in her fist. “Put my cock inside you, Angel.”
She drew me in and pressed the tip to her opening. Fuck, that thick wetness set something wild in me. I thrust inside her deep, savoring her scream. Then I drew back, watching my shaft covered in her blood. She watched, too, and her eyes darkened some more. Why that turned us both on so much didn’t matter. What mattered was that I was making love to her, and she was enjoying it the way she should be enjoying it.
I fucked her hard and fast. Her hands held on to my shoulders, and her tits bounced as I rocked into her. She moaned with my groans, her body choking the hell out of my cock.
She clenched around me with the force of her coming orgasm, and it set me over the edge. I came with a feral growl. She followed instantly. My cock throbbed out the rest of my release. As soon as I’d given her all I had, I slid out and watched as my white seed ran back out of her glistening red pussy. It dripped on my pants on the floor, pooling between her thighs.
“You’re so fucking hot, Angel. So fucking hot.” I bent and kissed her belly. “Once your period is over, I’m gonna fuck you day and night until I put a baby in you. This is happening, my sweet Angel.”
Chapter 50
Lina
The next day I woke up to an empty bed. Well, not exactly.
Normally, I’d wake up with Tino’s arm wrapped around my waist or his hand cupping my breast or his cock snuggled between my legs. Sometimes we even slept with him inside me.
His possessive nature was over the top, and while it was sucking any sort of freedom and the illusion of ever having any out of me, it was easy to get used to, and sometimes delectable, even charming and attractive. In his possessive, obsessive embrace I was safe from everything.
Everything but him.
Today I woke up with one wrist cuffed—he no longer did that because why would he when he never left my side?—and no sign of Tino in the room.
I didn’t like it.
Tino was the only person in the whole world I should be afraid of. The only man I needed protection from. He’d hurt me in ways no one else did. But I woke up alone in his bed and the first thought that came to my mind was that I couldn’t bear the emptiness on his bedside. I needed him back here.
Where the hell was he? Did he leave again without telling me? Did he leave my side to sleep with Arancia? Was he with her now?
I yelled their names, tugging at the handcuffs, until footsteps scurried outside. Then a red head popped in from the door. She stared at my half naked body—I was only in my panties, and only because I was on my period—and cleared her throat. “Yes, Angelina?”
I didn’t give a shit about her seeing me cuffed and naked like that. I’d been humiliated much more aggressively. “Where’s Tino? Is he in your room?”
“No,” she answered so casually as if it was okay for anyone to ask this question, and the answer would be a simple yes or no without any need for further explanation or any sort of guilt or shame.
I gave the chain another tug. “Then where is he?”
“Fishing. He’ll be back in an hour or two.” She pointed at his pillow. “He left you a note.”
When I looked to the side, I saw the folded piece of paper. Then I saw a small jewelry box and a dress lying next to me. A white wedding dress.
I stared at them for long minutes without even opening the note. I was scared of what might have been written inside.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” She waved at my wrist. “I have the key.”
I just nodded.
She used her key and walked me to the bathroom. She wanted to go inside with me.
“Don’t be ridiculous and wait outside. I’m not gonna run away. There’s nowhere to go.” This was a fucking island. Tino didn’t have a boat here for me to steal, and I wasn’t Noah or Tom Hanks. Even if I knew how to build a raft or a boat or whatever, how was I supposed to keep it from Tino and his guards? Would I just jump in the sea and swim for a hundred miles, hoping a ship would find me or I’d find the next island or town? The bodyguards were everywhere. They’d have caught me before I’d made it to the deep waters. Even if I did make it, the chances were sharks would find me way faster than a boat would.
There was no way out of here except by plane, which Tino flew himself, and I knew nothing about how to fly it. My chances to escape were limited to two miracles. I either stole a gun and threatened one of the bodyguards at gunpoint to fly me away—assuming they wouldn’t incapacitate me in a couple of seconds because they were trained for this shit—or I found Tino’s satellite phone and called for help.