Sofia
I cry out, my hands flying to his shoulders as my eyes close, the sensation of his cock inside me fraying me. My breaths come in short gasps as he stays rooted inside, buried to the hilt, my walls clamping around him with a vice-like grip. He stretches my inner walls to the maximum, the girth of his length an exquisite sensation that is blissful.
When I catch my breath and start adjusting to the stinging pain his sudden intrusion left behind, I find him leaning down, placing kisses on my shoulder.
"Bellasima...you scared me," he hums, caressing my skin, moving his lips up my neck and leaving marks over the ones that he already left yesterday. "You've no clue how much."
I open my mouth to speak but he moves himself out, thrusting back in the same, hard pace. My ass jumps from the counter, hips bucking as pleasure shoots through every fiber of my being.
"Shh..." Gabriel's hands come to tease me by grazing under the swells of my breasts, his voice deep and rumbling. "Let me be with you, baby. Let me taste what's mine. Let me claim what's mine before insanity claims me."
His voice has an alcoholic quality that spreads over my skin, my body melting and my knees spreading further open. He is seduction wrapped in sharp suits and dirty words, promises that could only be made by liars.
"Gabriel..." I moan his name, locking my legs around his waist to push him deeper although he is as deep as possible, deep enough to touch my womb with his piercing.
Connecting with him this way sets my body alive. I am rebirthed, forgiven, blessed. His body belongs with me just like mine belongs to him. I can't lie to myself any longer.
I love Gabriel De Luca.
He is my disaster, my greatest torment, my perfect lover. The fire in him breeds the fire in me. We are meant to be forever.
We are forever.
He yanks my top down, exposing my boobs which have gotten heavier, the chill from the air conditioner hardening the taut nipples. His hand clamps over one, massaging it and pinching a rosy tip. He interchanges between each boob while pushing into me with fast, hard thrusts.
"How could you even suggest—" he grunts with each pounding of his cock into me, his hair falling over his forehead as sweat drops bloom upon his skin. "—that I kill you when all I wish to do is stay buried inside your perfect cunt?"
I can hardly register his words because of the piercing that rolls along my G-spot, making my muscles clench around his length so tightly. I moan, gaping as a shiver skitters through me.
"Gabriel...oh...fuck..." My body drags back and forth with each thrust, making me wind one arm around his neck while the other drops to the counter, laying flat to hold me in place.
He takes pleasure from me, giving me something much sweeter, much hotter.
Gabriel brings his hand from my chest to my chin, squeezing my jaw as he turns my face to his. His eyes are filled with a hazy shade of lust. As I crane my neck, he slams his mouth against mine, kissing me with the same brutal force.
I open my mouth, his tongue entering me to perform slow, languorous ministrations. He tastes of cinnamon and alcohol, combined with the deadly mix of something dark and poisonous that could end me. I feel the harsh strokes of his tongue right down to my belly, the fiery pit of pleasure blooming.
"My Sofia..." He flicks his tongue along the seam of my upper lip, playing with my body like I was his very own symphony. "My beautiful Sofia."
I am his Eve. He is my original sin.
He rocks himself, the turgid length dragging along the moist stickiness of my inner walls. His arms come up, spreading to the edges along the other side, his veins fleshing out, misty under a sheen of sweat. He punctuates himself into me, each thrust untiring and relentless like he is trying to memorize the way he feels inside me.
I am lost between a dizzy world of pleasure and pain, my thighs slapping with his with every thrust. I drag my palms over the thin cotton of his shirt, licking the part of his chest unbuttoned. The cool metal of the cornicello locket dangles between us, hitting my chin with his powerful thrusts.
He didn't remove it. He still has feelings for me. Everything isn't lost yet.
A salty and sweet taste greets my tongue, the hunger fueling not for food but for him.
My agile fingers find a button, ready to tear his shirt off but a deep rumble from him stops me. He gives me a dark look, one heated by lust that explains his punishing drives into me.
I suck in a sharp breath while I climb higher, my eyesight struggling between visions of light and obsidian darkness as he plunges into me faster and faster.
"Watch how deep you take me," he growls. "How hungry your cunt is for my cock. Do you want me to fuck you, baby?"
"Yes!" I scream, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Please...fuck me..."
He hooks his elbows under my knees, spreading me deeper. He impales me with his length, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I am stretched to my limit before I can't take it anymore.
I let go with another scream, coming so hard that the obsidian shadows become my only company. He continues to push into me, his thrusts growing jerky and restless.
"My perfect, little wife..." he grunts, his skin slapping against mine with dizzying speed. "You're a sneaky thing, aren't you? My little demon. You take me so good."
He fucks me like he wants to put a claim on me, to tell the world that I am only his. His hands are frisky, gliding over my body, willing me into submission. The palpable air of lust dances between us as his heated gaze focuses on the spot where we are connected, watching his cock push into me, the barbell at the tip glinting with every stroke that brings him out.
He slides a hand between our bodies, finding my clit slick with moisture that leaks out of me. His thumb presses hard, rolling the swollen spot that brings me apart always.
"Gabriel...please..." My whimpers grow louder, my body ricocheting with the aftermath of the first orgasm while another starts churning.
With a sudden movement, his fingers curl around my throat, pushing my back into the cool marble. His tattooed hand splayed upon my skin is a sight to behold which is reflected on the mirrored ceiling of the bar.
"Beg me, baby. Beg me to make you come," he commands, roughly tweaking my clit while his fingers dent the sides of my throat with a powerful dominance that I had yearned for.
My eyes roll back, the intoxicating feeling set ablaze as my body balances between his sizzling sexual aura and the chilliness that greets my back, setting my heart on fire.
"Please..." I dig my fingers into his shoulders, my nails sharp on the fabric. "Please...make me come...again."
"Cum for me, baby..." His teeth nip my jaw, a rough hand coming to spread inked fingers across my cheek. "Cum for me, my little demon."
The second wave sends me floating. I come undone again, my body quaking with the release.
"Yes...my good girl." His jerky thrusts become more ragged, and inconsistent and I know he is close. "That's my little demonic...girl."
With a deep snarl, he lets go. His teeth clamp on his bottom lip, the look of him coming undone so deeply captivating that I stare breathlessly.
Hot liquid fills my insides as he comes, spilling his seed into me. The aftershocks of my release squeeze more cum out of him while he drops his head to my belly, breathing hard. He empties himself into me in two more bursts before he goes still.
We both pant, struggling to catch our breaths. My brain still can't process the possibility of what just happened.
When he lifts his head, the look on his face is breathtaking. His plump lips are fuller, appearing thoroughly kissed and his cheeks have a lusty flush. He looks exotic.
I push myself to a sitting position, finding myself with my heels resting on top of the counter with his face between my legs. The position is dirty, and hot in a way that sends sweet carnal shockwaves through me.
"Gabriel, I'm sorry," I whisper, cupping his face between shaking hands. "It won't happen again, I promise."
My heart blooms with hope when he gives me a soft smile.
"You're right. It won't happen again."
The hopes crash down with a clang that echoes in my ears when he jerks away from me, a streak of milky cum connecting our bodies before it drops. He tucks himself back in, then strolls back, picking up his suit which was draped over the head of the couch like he didn't just fuck a girl six ways to Sunday.
His arms slide into the sleeves while I drag myself down the counter, my knees wobbling and the soles of my feet feeling lighter. My legs feel sticky as whatever he left inside me slips out when I walk.
"What are you doing?" I ask, a little squeaky from how loud I screamed.
He spins to face me, his eyes lost of all warmth. "Nothing, Sofia," he deadpans. "I'm just letting you go. I'm a connoisseur of art. Not much of spoiled goods. I don't think your Dante is either."
"What?" The word slips out, barely a whisper, my voice trembling. I stare at Gabriel, searching his eyes for any sign that this is some twisted joke.
"You got what you wished for, Signorina Bianchi. You have it all. Your old lover, a world without your father, a sister who is safe and sound. Congratulations! What more could you want?"
Shock crashes over me like a freight train. Spoiled goods. The phrase echoes in my mind, each repetition driving a knife deeper into my chest.
"Gabriel, please..." My voice is a broken plea as I reach out to him. But he steps back, eyes hard and unyielding.
I can feel my legs weakening, my world crumbling around me. I thought I knew pain, but this—this is a new kind of agony. It's hurting as if my very soul is being ripped apart.
"Please, Gabriel," I whisper, my vision blurring with tears. "Don't do this. I need you."
But he's already turning away, dismissing me with a cold indifference that shatters what little hope I have left.
I run for him, forgetting my self-respect, forgetting everything. I clasp his hand, drawing him to a stop. "Gabriel, don't," I beg, close to kneeling with how cold my body grows. Anything but this. Death would be a lesser punishment. "Please...I lied. I'm scared. He scares me! He's a ghost. Don't leave me here."
His expression is blank as he looks over his shoulder.
"Take me with you," I say. "Please...Gabriel. Take me back home. Show me mercy."
He jerks his hand from my grasp. "I'm showing you mercy. I'm showing you mercy by freeing you like you wanted. I'm showing you mercy by not putting a bullet in your head for what you did. You're free, Sofia."
"No...please...Gabriel..."
"This is your home now, Sofia." His words can't be real. I am hearing things. "Now you live with your ghost."
The elevator doors part open, revealing a man on the floor, his arms behind his back as Anton and Isiah flank him from both sides. He has a black eye and blood dribbles from his mouth. The name tag on his shirt says he is the manager and that explains it all.
Gabriel didn't come here to take me back. He came here to punish me. He came here to taunt me with what I had lost. He came here to give me a punishment that would be worse than death.
He came here to leave me with my ghost.
He walks into the elevator, carrying the drive in his hand. I didn't even realize when he took it from me. He turns, his expression frozen as the doors start closing.
"Gabriel! Gabriel!" My hands slam over the shut doors, reaching too late. "Gabriel!"
I collapse on my knees, sobbing with the fear that holds me a prisoner.
Take me home. Please just take me back home.