Page 21 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)
Chapter Twenty-One
Taylor
T his is the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced.
It’s as if he is ripping me to shreds and will exit on the other side.
My mind is ablaze, struggling to understand what is happening, and as I scream, I cry tears of all-consuming pain as he tears apart my virginity, leaving it broken and smashed to pieces behind me.
It hurts like fuck as he tears through my body as if hell-bent on destruction. He pulls out and then thrusts in again, relentlessly, hard and ruthless.
His hands wrap around my neck, shifting my focus, and as they squeeze, my mind is ablaze with fear. Nothing makes sense anymore. He is a wild animal tearing me apart with his claws, and yet as I gaze into his lust-filled eyes, a sweeter sensation replaces the pain.
His eyes are heavy with lust, stilling my screams, and suddenly the pain lessens.
He hits a part inside me that drips sweet honey over his cock, and everything changes.
He’s still here but the pain has gone. If anything, I want more, and as he thrusts in harder, my eyes water, and not from the pain this time.
He kisses my tears away and moves with a rhythm my body adjusts to. In and out, hard, fast. His hands wrapped around my throat are commanding me, focusing my attention on survival, breathing, feeling.
I am possessed by him and ruined for eternity. His to conquer. His to own.
My back scrapes against the silk sheets, another sweet sensation. My body is slowly opening to him, coming alive, if you like. He is balls deep inside me. I have swallowed him whole, and it gives me a sense of pride. I can do this. We fit, and I never really expected that miracle.
My body stretched to accommodate him, welcoming him even.
He squeezes further, my vision blurring as he increases the pressure, rutting inside me like a wild animal. Taking everything from me. Owning me.
I have no say in the matter. I am helpless under him, and he whispers in a hard, commanding voice, “You are mine, baby girl. I own you now.”
Delicious heat releases a wave of euphoria through my body.
It spasms around his cock, clenching it, squeezing it, milking it.
My airway is restricted, heightening the sensation inside me, and as he pushes in deeper with one giant thrust, his roar brings me away from the edge as he explodes inside me.
Delicious streams of his cum rip through my body, capturing my spirit and breaking it, reshaping me into his woman.
He paints his name inside me, warning any other man off—this spot is taken.
It’s brutal even, his cum leaking from inside me, drenching my thighs, his balls slapping against them another form of pleasure.
His muscles are slick with sweat, scenting me, clinging onto mine, joining us together on every part of our bodies.
He releases his fingers from my throat, and I gasp for air, the explosion still wrecking me inside. As he pulls out, it’s as if he un-dams a riverbed, and our combined juices flow onto the sheets, acting like the most despicable glue.
He stares into my eyes and says huskily, “Look at me, baby girl.”
I’m almost afraid to witness the raw power in his stare as he whispers, “Thank you.”
I say nothing and merely smile, tears mingling with the sweat as he tosses away the girl from the woman I have become.
He is right. He does own me now.
I’m surprised when he pulls away and says almost dismissively, “Come. We haven’t finished our meal.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
I stare down at the blood coating my thighs, the sheets and his groin and gasp, “It’s like a massacre. I can’t go out there.”
“You will and you can.”
He reaches for my fingers and clasped them firmly.
“But your chair.”
I’m mortified, and he shrugs. “I want it to resemble a painting. I will entitle it ‘Rest in Peace, Taylor’s Virginity Was Here.’
“You’re mad.” I can’t help but giggle as he tugs me after him, and I can’t believe we’re not even cleaning ourselves up as we prepare to finish our meal.
I’m grateful nobody sees us as he holds out the chair and I groan as I take my seat, ruining the cream silk fabric, embarrassed that it will forever be a reminder of what happened here tonight. The seat of my shame or the birth of my supremacy. Only time will tell on that.
My mouth waters when I note the trio of desserts lined up on the plate with a ball of slightly melting ice cream on the side.
Once again, Matteo pours the wine—a different one this time, and as he holds it to my lips, he whispers, “Dessert wine. It’s sweeter.”
“It’s still disgusting.”
I shiver as the alien flavor rips through my mouth, and he grins. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I understand now.”
“What do you understand?”
I lean my elbows on the table and balance my chin in my hands and stare at him with an adoration that causes him to blink in surprise.
“Even the things that horrify the most can become the most exquisite pleasure if experienced with an open mind and acceptance.”
He nods. “What else?”
“That fear blinds you to achieving the ultimate pleasure, and if you push it aside, you discover a different world that only the brave get to enjoy.”
“You’re learning.”
He nods toward the food. “Feed me.”
This time I cut into the soft warm brownie and hold it to his lips, his tongue reaching out and wrapping around it, his eyes holding mine as he savors the dish.
He spears my food and does the same for me, and as we feed one another from our plates, it creates an intimacy I never expected with him.
We are among the ruins of our souls that lie broken around us, indulging in a simple pleasure that connects our minds as well as our bodies.
This is the painting I would hang over my bed.
The moment when we are equals, an understanding reached.
I would entitle this ‘The beginning of forever’ because that is exactly how I feel right now.
I never want to leave him. He completes me, and he was right; he does own me now, and I also own him.
It’s obvious from the slightly longing gaze that lingers and the passion that flares in his eyes when he catches mine.
I doubt anything I experience in life will ever top this moment—as it turns out, I was wrong.