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Kailani sat quietly, her delicate hands resting on the luxury table as the nail technician worked meticulously on her nails. The hum of the salon was quiet, punctuated only by the soft clinking of tools and the occasional murmur between the staff. She could feel his eyes on her, an ever-present weight that made her skin prickle. Salvatore sat a few feet behind her, silent, looming, his gaze never wavering from her.
She flexed her fingers slightly, nerves making her heart beat a little faster. It wasn't the first time he had taken her to a place like this, somewhere designed to pamper and spoil her, but the intensity of his gaze always left her feeling exposed, like she was on display solely for his approval.
The technician smiled at her, holding up the small bottle of pale pink polish. "Is this color okay?" she asked softly.
Kailani nodded, her lips parting to speak, but no words came. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder at Salvatore, her eyes meeting his dark, piercing gaze for a split second before she looked away. His presence was overwhelming, his silence even more so.
As the technician began painting her nails, Salvatore sat, his attention going towards the laptop on his lap every now and then, huge arms crossed over his broad chest, his dark tattoos visible beneath the sleeves of his shirt.
Once her nails were finished, they left the salon, Salvatore's large hand gripping her waist possessively as they made their way through the luxury mall. He led her into a plushie shop, the bell above the door tinkling softly as they entered. The place was bright, colorful, filled with soft toys of all shapes and sizes. Kailani's eyes lit up, a small smile tugging at her lips as she wandered between the shelves, her fingers brushing over the plush animals.
Salvatore followed closely behind her, his hand occasionally caressing the back of her head in a gentle, protective gesture as she picked up a large, fluffy bear.
His huge hand completely covered her small head. She clutched the bear to her chest, the plush fabric soft against her skin as she turned to look up at him with those big, brown doe eyes of her, through her long, thick eyelashes.
"Do you like this one?" she asked in her usual soft voice.
Salvatore said nothing, but his hand moved to her hair again, fingers threading through the strands before he gave a gentle, approving tug. That was all the answer she needed. Her heart fluttered as she turned back to the plushie, hugging it a little tighter before deciding to take it.
After leaving the shop, Salvatore led her back to his car, a sleek, black machine that screamed power and wealth. As they drove in silence, Kailani found herself absently fiddling with the soft fur of the plushie in her lap, her mind wandering as she mumbled stuff to herself. The city lights blurred outside the window, casting fleeting shadows across Salvatore's unreadable face.
Later that evening, as they returned to the mansion, Salvatore guided her upstairs to the master bedroom. When they entered, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of candles, a warm ambiance that contrasted sharply with his usual cold intensity. He motioned for her to sit on the bed, his large frame looming over her as he retrieved a small velvet box from his pocket.
Kailani blinked, her legs swinging excitedly as he opened it, revealing a delicate pearl necklace inside. The pearls shimmered softly in the candlelight, each one perfectly round and pristine. But there was something darker, something more intimate about the gift. She didn't need to know-that the pearls weren't just pearls. They were filled with his cum, a twisted, obsessive declaration of his ownership of her.
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing her neck as he fastened the necklace around her throat. The cool pearls rested against her skin, a stark reminder of the power he held over her, the lengths he would go to keep her close. She swallowed hard, her fingers instinctively reaching up to touch the necklace, the weight of it heavy with unspoken promises.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of moments between them, but Kailani's curiosity got the better of her when she found herself wandering the halls alone. She had been exploring different parts of the mansion for the past few days, growing more accustomed to the expansive space. Tonight, however, her wandering brought her to a room she hadn't seen before-one hidden behind a heavy door at the end of a long corridor.
She pushed it open hesitantly, only to be met with the sight of rows upon rows of guns, neatly arranged and gleaming in the dim light. Her heart skipped a beat, a nervous laugh escaping her lips as she took a small step backward, the absurdity of the situation not lost on her.
"Oops," she muttered, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting Salvatore to appear any moment. "Uh oh."
She carefully backed out of the room, closing the door behind her, her pulse racing. There was no telling what Salvatore would say-or do-if he found her snooping around in his private collection.
Later that night, Kailani woke up and found Salvatore not next to her, unable to sleep, Kailani found herself wandering the mansion again. The silence was heavy, the darkened halls almost eerie. She didn't know why, but something pulled her toward the basement, a place she had never ventured before. Her bare feet padded softly against the cold floor as she descended the stairs, her breath catching when she finally reached the bottom.
There, under the soft glow of dim lights, was a pool. The water shimmered beneath the glassy surface, but there was something darker underneath-red. The bottom of the pool was red.
Kailani would have a heart attack if she realized what she was looking at was her own blood, collected and preserved beneath the glass.
And there, swimming in the pool, was Salvatore. It was 3 a.m., yet here he was, and he moved through the water with slow, deliberate strokes, his massive form cutting through the stillness. The sight of him, so quiet, so methodical, sent a shiver down her spine.
Kailani sat at the edge of the pool, her legs lazily dipping into the water, watching Salvatore's body glide through the dark, red-tinged water like a predator. His every movement was controlled, deliberate, the eerie glow of the dim lights reflecting off his tattooed skin. Her fingers twitched at the thought of touching him, tracing the lines of ink and muscle that were so tantalizingly close.
"Sal, come to bed... please," she whispered, her voice a soft plea, the need thick in her throat.
But instead of answering, he came closer, emerging from the water without breaking eye contact. The sight of him-soaked, massive, dripping-made her heart pound in her chest. He stood between her thighs, towering over her, water cascading down his chest, each droplet clinging to his skin before falling away. His dark eyes bore into hers, filled with silent intensity.
Without a word, he placed his large hands on her thighs, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. He pulled her closer, her legs naturally spreading wider to accommodate him as the cold tile pressed against her, and her body immediately reacted. She shivered, her thighs trembling as he stepped closer, his chest so near she could feel the heat radiating from him despite the wet chill of his skin.
Kailani's hands moved on their own, desperate to touch him, to feel every inch of his powerful body. Her fingers slid up his slick chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles as water dripped from his skin. She couldn't get enough of him-her hands greedy, shaky as they traveled up to his neck, feeling the pulse of life underneath the cold surface. Her lips parted, eyes glazed with desire as she leaned forward, pressing her face against his chest, inhaling the scent of him, her tongue darting out to taste the mix of chlorine and sweat on his skin.
"Please... Sal..." she whimpered, her voice trembling as her hands roamed lower, fingers brushing over the waistband of his soaked pants, tugging gently, craving more.
Salvatore didn't respond with words. Instead, his hands gripped her hips, yanking her even closer, so close that her thighs wrapped around his waist, and her body pressed flush against him. His soaked pants clung to him, the hard length of him evident even through the wet fabric. He ground against her, slow and deliberate, the friction making her gasp as her body responded instantly, heat pooling low in her belly.
His hands slid under her, gripping her ass firmly, pulling her tight against him as he ground harder, his cock pressing against her core through the layers of wet clothes. She moaned softly, her hips moving of their own accord, grinding against him, desperate for more contact, more of the delicious friction. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him, her body trembling with anticipation.
Salvatore bent his head, his lips ghosting over her neck, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. He didn't kiss her-no, that would be too easy. Instead, he let his lips brush just close enough to drive her wild, his teeth grazing her skin, teasing her as his hands continued to hold her in place. Kailani whimpered, her head falling back as her body arched against him, desperate for more, for anything he would give her.
"Sal..." she whispered again, her voice broken and needy.
He growled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. His grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer, grinding harder against her, the rough friction of his cock pressing perfectly against her sensitive core. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against him, her fingers sliding down to his waistband again, this time tugging with more insistence.
Salvatore lifted her easily, his strength apparent as he placed her back on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling over the side, his body towering over hers. His hands were everywhere-gripping her thighs, sliding up her stomach, pulling at her wet clothes as he exposed her skin inch by inch. Kailani's breath hitched as his fingers slipped under her soaked panties, brushing over her swollen, slick folds, his touch deliberate and slow.
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Her body arched, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he teased her, his thumb brushing over her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp. He was teasing her, building the tension until she was trembling beneath him, her body begging for release. She whimpered again, her thighs tightening around his waist as she tried to grind against his hand, desperate for more.
Without breaking eye contact,
Salvatore’s chest heaved as he aligned himself against her, his thick, hard length brushing slowly between her folds. His fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking himself, his hand trembling with pent-up desire as he slid it against her slickness. He didn’t push inside—he was torturing her and himself, moving slowly, savoring each moment of friction that sent shudders up his spine. Every grind of his cock between her wet folds, every delicious drag against her aching clit, had her gasping and clawing at his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin.
The tension built unbearably. His hips moved faster, his cock glistening with her arousal as he rocked against her in wild, desperate thrusts. His lips parted, releasing a raw groan as his head tilted back, his brows furrowed, struggling to keep himself together as he drowned in the feeling of her body against him. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, spreading her wider, forcing her legs open so he could watch himself sliding against her, grinding harder.
Salvatore’s gaze was nothing short of animalistic, barely held back by the thin restraint snapping with every desperate breath. He kept her thighs spread wide, fingers digging into her flesh so hard she’d feel his grip long after. The heat between them was wild, messy, raw. He lowered himself, and his mouth crashed against her thighs, teeth grazing and biting as his tongue dragged over her skin. His lips reached the tender insides of her thighs, leaving her drenched, her body trembling, arching closer, desperate for him.
Without another second, Salvatore lifted her roughly, flipping her with a feral growl, pulling her hips up against him. His massive hand splayed against her back, pressing her into submission as he aligned himself again, the thick, hot length of him grinding against her wetness. He growled, low and guttural, slipping himself between her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal with each intense drag of his cock. The friction was ruthless, as if he couldn’t get enough, couldn’t control the need that drove him into a frenzy.
“Tell me,” he rasped, voice dark and barely a whisper as his free hand moved to grip her jaw, tilting her head back. “Tell me who owns you.”
Kailani moaned, her voice trembling as her lips parted, “You...o-only you.” The words seemed to ignite something inside him, a wicked, barely-contained fury mixed with desire.
“Damn right,” he growled, his grip unyielding as he turned her over again, pulling her roughly so her legs wrapped around him. His teeth grazed her lips before he spit, marking her in a primal way. His large hand slapped her thigh, the sting sending a shock through her, as he held her steady, pinning her with his weight as he ground his cock between her folds, soaking himself in her need.
He shifted, pressing her back, his hands gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head. His hips drove against her in rough, relentless strokes, each slide messier than the last, his cock slipping and gliding as he lost himself in the feel of her, his breathing ragged, the control slipping. His mouth found her neck, biting and sucking, marking her skin with bruises, tasting the salt of her sweat as he pushed himself harder against her.
His breath was hot against her ear, his voice thick and dripping with raw, unfiltered desire. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he snarled, his hips moving faster, his cock pulsing against her as his hands traveled down, gripping her thighs, spreading her wider as he ground deeper against her, the slap of his body against hers echoing.
Desperate, he lifted her hips higher, forcing her to meet every savage grind, pinning her there as his hand slid up to grab her throat, his fingers wrapped around her, holding her in place as he watched her unravel beneath him. “Look at me,” he demanded, his voice dark, dripping with lust.
When her wide, needy eyes met his, he growled again, his lips pulling into a wicked smirk as he spit against her chest, marking her again, his fingers tightening as he ground himself even rougher, each movement pure, desperate hunger.
His jaw clenched, eyes dark with lust and cracked self-control as he pulled his cock away, the tip red and swollen, twitching in his hand.
Lifting her up effortlessly, he cradled her against his chest, her legs still wrapped around him, her body pliant as he carried her out of the pool. He held her tightly, one hand splayed across her lower back, pressing her into him, the other gripping her thigh possessively as he brought her back to the bedroom. His control on a razor’s edge, he knew he had to pull back or else he would end up fucking her dumb. He laid her down, his gaze smoldering as he pulled the covers over her, watching her with a look that promised he’d claim her soon—completely, utterly, and without mercy.