Page 38 of Secrets of the Brother
Looking like an innocent wanton.
Except she wasn’t innocent. Not anymore.
Some other man had taken her innocence.
Some other man had touched her. Kissed her.
Had his cock inside of her.
The very idea caused a red haze of rage to fall over my vision.
Until all I could think about was erasing all memory of that man from her body. I wanted to brand her physically and mentally, until there was nothing left but my mark. And even that wouldn’t be enough. Not even close. Not until I hunted the man down and wiped his existence from the face of the earth for touching what was mine.
I shoved my hand down her panties, palming her pussy.
Bianca moved up on her toes in a helpless effort to escape my touch. “Don’t,” she moaned.
I sank my teeth into her earlobe. “Did you moan for him,tesoro mio?” I rasped in her ear.
I pushed my two middle fingers between her pussy lips.
Her hips jerked forward.
I shifted my left hand to grasp her right breast, as I moved my fingers rapidly back and forth.
Her arm swept up to clasp around my neck.
I sucked harder on her neck, wanting her to bear my mark.
I applied more pressure with my fingers as I increased the pace, teasing her clit.
“Oh God,” she moaned again.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
I vibrated my hand, moving it faster and faster, until she came undone in my arms.
The moment her body went limp, I turned her around and pushed my shoulder into her stomach, hefting her high.
I carried her into the bedroom.
Shoving aside the canopy curtains on the Sicilian wrought iron marriage bed, I tossed her into the center. Before she could escape, I placed her on her knees and whipped out her silk scarf, securing her wrists to the headboard, ignoring the intricately carved images of doves and hearts.
“What are you doing?”
“What I should have done the first moment I met you.”
I had never shown her this dark side of myself when we dated. Not even close. I had treated her like a delicate piece of precious glass. I hadn’t even let her suck my cock.
There was just something so sheltered, so innocent and sweet about her.
I had wanted to preserve it, treasure it.
She wastesoro mio.
My treasure.
I didn’t want to dirty what we had with my dark, perverted needs.
