Page 55 of Pretty Poisoned

"Luca…what are you doing?" I ask.

I know the answer, but surely, he isn't going to try and fuck me now, right?

One hand trails down my stomach, settling between my thighs, and he starts to rub my clit. "Shhh," he says. "I just want to hear you scream a few more times, and then I'll let you go to bed, okay?"

He forces my face down into the bed, then kicks my legs apart with his feet. He pushes his cock inside me slowly, burying himself to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck," I moan. All of my limbs go limp from a mix of pleasure and pain. "Luca…"

"Jesus," he groans, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in. "Fuck, you're just as sweet and tight as I knew you would be."

"Ah!"

He keeps the same slow rhythm for about a minute more, and I cry out every time he pushes back in.

"This might hurt your tight little pussy, Teagan," he says, rolling his hips into me a little harder and a little faster, "but I can't fucking take it anymore."

He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back, using them for leverage as he fucks into me. I scream, just like he wanted, as he viciously slams into me, the sound of skin against skin almost as loud as my cries.

And it hurts. It hurts like he said it would. I wonder if he's going to dislocate my shoulders. I wonder if he could actually tear me in half with his giant cock like he said he would.

"I know, baby," he says. "You're doing so good. You're being such a good girl for me, Teagan."

He groans loudly and kicks my legs further apart.

"Luca!" I whimper.

"You like that, baby?" he says. "You like being my good fucking girl?"

"Yes…oh, god…"

Luca finally releases my arms and rolls me onto my back. Then, he pulls me to the very edge of the bed, pins my knees at my sides, and drives into me again.

And that curve…hits just the right spot, like River said.

I fist the covers as I feel myself about to unravel.

"God, you're taking it so…fucking…well."

"Oh, fuck," I moan. "Fuck…Luca…you're so big. Oh, god."

He grunts and rolls his hips into me harder. "Your tight little body was made for this," he groans. "I'm going to fucking ruin you, Teagan."

And as my legs begin to shake and my pussy clenches around his dick, I believe him. I scream from somewhere in the back of my throat as the most intense, most violent orgasm of my life rips through me. Barely able to take it, I writhe against his grip, whimpering when I realize I'm not going anywhere.

I fall back on the bed and let it roll through me hard—it lasts and lasts and doesn't let up, and neither does he.

But I lie back and take it—take it so well—while the aftershocks continue to roll through me.

Then, he moves his grip on my legs to my ass, spreading me wider, thrusting himself into me harder until he stiffens inside me with a groan.

"Oh, fuck. Teagan…" His cock pulses deep inside of me until he collapses on top of my body, and we lie there both breathless. "Next time, I want you to bleed for me," he says. He points to a spot right under my collarbone. "I'll cut you right there, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper.

"Let's go to bed," he says.

He rolls off of me and climbs into the bed. I crawl under the covers on the opposite side and then he brings me into his arms, holding me tightly against him.