Page 29 of Ruthless God

I felt him press down slightly against me, and then a quick thrust of his hips, and he was in all the way. I pulled away from the kiss as tears burned my eyes from the pain.

I shook my head, turning away when he tried to kiss me again.

“Are we done?” I asked. He was inside me. That should be it, shouldn’t it?

I didn’t know. I couldn’t think. I knew how the biology of sex worked, but at this moment, my mind was just too clouded with the pain to think.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Massimo said.

I shook my head. No, it wasn’t.

“Look at me,” he demanded softly. My eyes moved to him. “I won’t move until you tell me to, okay?”

I frowned. “What?”

He gave me another kiss. This one I didn’t turn away from. “Tell me when the pain subsides. I won’t move until you say so.”

Was he telling me…?

I had control.

I blinked. Most of the pain had abated, and all that was left was a dull ache I didn’t know what to do with.

I clenched around him experimentally, and Massimo gritted his teeth.

“Sorry,” I said quickly.

He shook his head, a small, self-deprecating smile on his face. “I thought I would have more control than this.”

I frowned, not understanding.

He shook his head. “Is it getting better?”

Was it?

I nodded and whispered to him, “You can move.”

“Thank fuck,” he said, just as he pushed against me. The first thrust of his hips caused a wave of pleasure to spike through me. My eyes widened at that, and Massimo continued.

The pain was soon forgotten, and all that was left was how I was feeling at that moment with Massimo on top of me as the sensation overcame me. It had never felt like this when I touched myself. Granted, I had always been afraid of getting caught. Mom and Lina weren’t known to give me any privacy, often barging into my room, and Andre had done it a few times.

So perhaps this was what I had been missing out on because this was… this was…

“Fuck!” I shouted, and Massimo grunted.

“That’s right, baby.” He increased his pace, drawing out both pleasure and pain, but I wasn’t going to ask him to stop. I couldn’t. I wanted more. My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulders, pulling him in closer to me. I could feel the scars there beneath the pads of my fingertips, and something about that only made me want to hold him a little closer.

“Please,” I chanted. “Please.”

“I got you. I know what you need,” he said, reaching down my body. His fingers flicked over my clit as he continued to fuck me.

It didn’t take long before I reached my peak. This orgasm wasn’t as intense as the first one he’d been able to wring out of me when he had used his lips, but it was no less addicting.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck, clinging to him. He drove his hips a few more times before I felt him expand, his huge body tensing above me just before I felt his cum inside me.

I clung to him tighter, all the while thinking everyone was right. I stood no chance against Massimo De Luca.

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