Page 68 of Secrets of the Brother
I placed the head of my cock at her entrance and thrust, impaling her.
The moment she cried out, I covered her mouth with my hand.
Releasing her wrists to wrap my other arm around her waist, I spun her to the side of the booth so I could flatten her flush against the wall, away from the bench. In profile, her smooth complexion grew flushed as I pressed the side of her head to the wall, simultaneously pulling her hips out slightly so I could pound into her soft flesh more deeply. Her body was left braced and open to me, yielding under my grasp as I thrust.
The walnut confessional's ancient walls creaked from the force of our bodies thumping together.
I knew it was only a matter of time before we were discovered.
As much as I wanted revenge against Bianca for the part she may have played in her family’s schemes, I did not want to destroy her reputation in the village, especially since my plans for our future had not changed.
With that in mind, I reached around her front to tease her clit, matching the movement of my fingers with the timing of my thrusts.
I held back until her pussy clenched around my cock and I heard her sharp intake of breath as she came.
For the second time, I then came. This time inside her pussy. It was all the sweeter, knowing I may have gotten her pregnant. I was no longer a man constrained by morals or a sense of honor. I would chain her to me by fair means or foul.
I had played by society's rules once, and it had almost cost me not only the love of my life, but my family’s happiness as well.
Fuck those rules. I was going to play by my own set of rules from now on.
I was now following the true Cavalieri family legacy.
Feeling almost light-headed with a sense of euphoria, I slammed my body against the other wall as I released her.
Bianca quickly faced me as she pulled her skirt down.
My gaze drifted over her as I tucked my cock back inside my jeans.
Her gaze narrowed. “Are you satisfied now?”
I wrapped my hand around her neck and kissed her hard on the lips. “I’m satisfied knowing as you walk out of this church you will still taste my come on your lips and feel it dripping out of your pussy onto your inner thighs.”
“You’re disgusting.”
I looked down at her from my superior height. “That’s two holes. I wonder when I’ll sample the last one.”
Her mouth opened in shock.
My lips quirked as I caressed her lower lip. “You can close your mouth. I’m done with it. For now.”
I was being deliberately cruel.
She didn’t deserve it.
In many ways, she was just as much a victim of her family’s machinations as me. Part of me had stupidly hoped that when she learned the truth, she would have come to me. Instead, she stayed silent. The truth that we were no longer close, that I wasn’t the man she would choose to run to for help and protection, made me angry and bitter.
It made me want to lash out and punish her.
As if I were using her submission as a poor substitute for her acceptance.
In the end, that’s what I wanted, what I needed… and what I would get.
She could fight me all she wanted, but eventually she would accept that we were meant to be together. No matter the past, the obstacles, or what her family or society might say. She was mine.
She reached down and put her high heels back on before straightening her shoulders. “You can act smug all you want, Enzo Cavalieri. What we had was nothing but an illusion. It was fake, and not because of any secret plan of my parents and sister. Because of you. You admitted as much yourself. The person I fell in love with doesn’t exist. Never did. You’ve shown me your true nature now. What you’re truly capable of. So thank you for that.”
She swung open the confessional door.
