Page 87 of Bellini Bound

Allie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Enzo, I don’t think you understand. I got my period.” She enunciated each syllable of that final word as if I were an idiot.

“Oh, is that where the blood came from?” I teased.

Anger flashed the bright green gems that were nothing more than slits behind narrowed eyelids. “Is this a joke to you? You’ll have to forgive me for not finding it very funny that if I don’t change the bedding soon, it could soak through and ruin the mattress.”

“Fuck the mattress and fuck the sheets. Let’s ruin them both so that I have to go out and buy new ones while you’re at work.”

“You’re serious?” She gawked at me. “You want to have sex while I’ve got all this”—she motioned to the juncture of her thighs that sported streaks of crimson—“going on?”

“Is there a different way I can say it that will make you understand? How about this: I promised three orgasms before your shift, and I still owe you two more.”

Allie scoffed. “I think that, given the circumstances, I can let you off the hook.”

“Despite your very generous offer, I’m going to have to decline.” I patted the mattress. “Now get your lush ass back over here.”

When she realized she was fighting a losing battle, she groaned, trudging the short distance back to bed. “This is going to be so messy.” Her nose wrinkled in disgust.

I couldn’t wipe the giant grin from my face. “I sure fucking hope so.”

As soon as she was close enough, I snagged her around the waist, tossing her onto the mattress. Grabbing her wrists in one hand, I held them aboveher head, using my free hand to dip between her thighs. Her heat enveloped the digits, and there was loud squelching when I gave a few pumps. That noise alone was enough to have my throbbing cock leaking.

Allie’s hips gyrated against my touch, even as she protested, “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, baby.” I bent down to tug one of her pink nipples between my teeth. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t frame these sheets when we’re done, so you’ll be forced to look at them every day as a reminder that there’s nothing that will keep me from wanting you. Fucking nothing, do you hear me?”

Rearing back, I removed my bloodied fingers to drag them along her skin to write out four scarlet letters.

An M on her sternum.

An I at the bottom of her ribcage.

An N over her navel.

And an E above her mound.

The spelling of “MINE” stood out in sharp contrast to her alabaster skin.

“Gorgeous,” I breathed out.

My wife lowered her chin to peek at my handiwork and gasped, her cheeks pinkening. “This is really getting you off, isn’t it?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” My voice sounded like it had been dragged over gravel, and my dick was hard enough to pound nails.

Nudging her thighs apart so that I could fit between them, I ran the head of my cock through her slit, notching at her entrance. Even though there was sufficient lubrication, it wasn’t easy to work my way inside.

“So tight,” I hissed, fire licking up my spine immediately upon entry. “Like you’re a virgin again.”

A sigh of relief rushed past my lips when I finally managed to bottom out, and I pushed Allie’s legs back to her armpits, wanting nothing to obscure my view.

When I pulled out and got the first look of my shaft coated in her blood, I went fucking feral. Pressing my wife deeper into the mattress, I kept her pinned there while I pounded between her legs, the pistoning of my hips damn near brutal, causing a spray of crimson every time our bodies collided. Seeing the blood splattered around us only spurred me on.

The sheets were, without a doubt, ruined. I could have—and had—murdered someone without making this much of a mess.

Allie’s moans rose in pitch the faster I pummeled her pussy, and I released one of her legs so that I could rub furious circles over her clit. She jolted beneath me, screaming my name on repeat as she drew closer to climax.

“Come on, baby. Show me how pretty you are when you shatter for me,” I coaxed through gritted teeth, my balls drawing up tight in warning. I was barely hanging on, but I was determined to make her come first.

A split second later, her body seized, trembling violently with the force of her release, a shrill cry layering over the sound of flesh meeting flesh.