Page 82 of Broken Crown

My gaze traveled down her back. Pushing up her dress, which had fallen low over the top curve of her ass, I watched my shaft push deep into her ass, opening her tight hole.

The erotic pleasure of the sight almost equaled the clench of her body around my cock.

Christ, she was so fucking tight.

"Oh God," she moaned as my balls pressed against the back of her thighs.

Fully seated deep inside of her, I ran my hands down the sides of her thighs, then over her ass, soothing her while her body adjusted to the weight and breadth of my cock. "You're being such a good girl for me."

I shifted my right hand to push between her legs.

I teased her clit with the tip of my finger, swirling and applying light pressure. "I want you to come for me."

"I'm not sure⁠—"

"It wasn't a request, babygirl." I thrust into her ass.

She cried out as I pushed in to the hilt. "Feel that? Feel my cock inside your cute little ass. Answer me."

"Yes," she whimpered.

"I control whether you feel pain or pleasure. So what's it going to be, dolcezza? Should I fuck your ass so hard you scream out? Letting all those people down on that stage know exactly what we're doing and what a dirty little girl you are?"

Her hair swept from side to side across her back with her headshake. "No, Sebastian, please don't do that! I'd die from shame."

I continued to thrust, increasing my rhythm. "Then be a good girl and obey me. Come on my fingers. Come with my cock deep in your ass."

I pushed my fingers inside her pussy, knowing it would increase the pressure inside her body.

The aria reached its crescendo, the notes twisting higher and higher as the Duke sealed Gilda's fate with false promises.

The vibration from the orchestra pit resonated through the floor, through our bodies, as if the very theater itself approved of our depravity.

Her body rocked back and forth from the power of my thrusts as I bent her more fully over the brass railing.

I grasped my shaft and pulled all the way out, enjoying how her hole gaped open before shoving my cock back inside her heat.

Fuck, the filthy things I wanted to do to her in this moment. It took all my restraint to hold back.

My balls tightened as the pressure along my shaft increased, but I refused to come until she did.

With the tip of my finger and my thumb, I pinched her clit. Her back arched and her body clenched down on mine.

Her entire body trembled with her release.

Only then did I allow myself the same pleasure.

Thrusting several more times, I finally came.

I breathed heavily as I leaned over her prone body.

On stage, Gilda realized the deception.

Her face contorted with the same mixture of pleasure and devastation that now painted Sabrina's features.

Gently pulling out, I turned her in my arms.

Pulling on her hair, I tugged her head back so I could claim her mouth, wanting to taste as well as feel her complete surrender.