Page 71 of A Deal in Darkness
My pace quickens and Adriana cries out, trying to hold on to whatever reserves of sanity she has left.
“I’ll trust you to…”
I take her weight as her legs give way.
“You can play with my ass.”
I ignore Adriana as frantic moans roll off her chest.
“I’ll let you fuck my ass, Daddy.”
“Come for me, slut.”
I fuck her hard and fast, and she comes on my cock. Her pussy squeezes so damn tight it almost hurts and her breathing turns erratic as pleasure overwhelms my girl. I’m generous enough to drag her climax out and when the peak of her high starts to fade, I let mine build, chasing my orgasm with a relentless determination.
My cock explodes inside her and my balls pump my come into her cunt. I roar as euphoria washes through me, tightening my core and flooding me with ecstasy. I hold my dick inside her, release the binds from around her thighs and we collapse onto the bed, spent and panting.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
I pull her onto my chest and stroke her back, holding her as she mews in my arms. Adriana’s spent and she falls asleep in seconds, clinging to me after she loses consciousness. I wrap my arms around her, entirely content and sated. Unusually content.
Adriana’s given me something few have managed. I’m at peace and there’s not a fucking chance I’m ever letting her go. Whoever’s after her will have to pry her from my cold, dead hands before I give her up and I’ll raise Hell before I let that happen.
20
SHE LEAVES A MAELSTROM IN HER WAKE
ADRIANA
Iwake on Enzo and he's playing with my hair, running his fingers through it as he sweeps it off my face and tucks it behind my ear.
“I'm so fucking proud of you, baby,” he whispers. “How are you feeling this morning?”
My back feels fine and when I run my hand down it, I don't feel any cuts or scratches. My ass feels a little warm, but it's a pleasant heat, and my pussy is gloriously sore.
“It doesn't hurt.”
“I'm not asking about your body, sweet girl. I'm asking how you feel?”
I sit up and I don't know the answer to his question. I stare down at the man lying on his back next to me and admire his spectacular physique. Enzo's muscles are perfection, each one sculpted by an artist as they cascade down his body and draw the eye towards his cock. It's equally intimidating and already hard, damn near begging for me to play with it.
A corner of my lip curls into a half smile and I get up and go to the bathroom. There's no response from Enzo when usually he'd insist I ask permission. He's watching me, lying in bed as he tracks my movements, but he isn't interfering and I'm not sure what that means.
I stare at myself in the mirror, twisting my body so I can see my back. There are no bruises or whip marks, only a slight pinkness to my ass cheeks. You'd never know last night happened.
I'm strangely disappointed.
Part of me wants to be bruised. Marked by Enzo. It wants a goddamn bruise so that it knows it belongs to him and is reminded who owns it.
My eyes flick to the reflection staring at me. Enzo's leaning against the doorframe, smirking slightly with his arms crossed like he knows everything that's going on.
“Tell me how you feel or I won't touch you for a week, baby.”
I see the faint blush spread over my chest and I'm sure Enzo caught it too.
“I don't know.”
He hums as he walks closer, towering above me as he stands behind.
