Page 60 of The Reaper's Bride
Even though he warned me twice I wouldn’t come, the pleasure is still hurtling through my body. Even without a climax, I know I won’t regret this. I’m enjoying it far more than I expected. But he’s going harder than he ever has, and I can tell I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. Maybe the entire week. His piston pace grows more frantic. He’s getting close. I want him to come and ease my misery. I never want it to end either.
“No, goddammit,” he growls and, all of a sudden, the air is cool against my heated face as he flips me over. He tears my blouse apart and pulls the cups of my bra down to expose my breasts. His mouth captures a nipple as he slams back into me. I wincebut also moan. Holy shit, the way he’s got me pinned to the sofa as he takes me roughly, it’s fucking hot.
Then, he ups the ante by rubbing my clit. What is he doing? “I’ll come,” I whimper.
“No.”
But it’s too much. Does he think I’m made of iron? “Please, Alessio.”
“You don’t fucking come yet.”
Yet.I like the sound of that.
Gripping my hips, he keeps fucking me against the sofa, muttering all those filthy things that I secretly adore. I am his dirty slut just like the recording his father has suggests. I haven’t had a chance to tell him about that, have I?
The thought whirls away as he increases his pressure on my clit and pounds into me harder still. “You fucking come when I say, Caterina.” I nod, unable to speak. “You come…now.”
And I do, screaming his name and trembling all over, my climax taking over until I’m lost to all sense and reason.
Which is precisely when he pulls out, spurting his hot cum all over my belly and breasts while leaving my inner walls pulsing painfully from the sudden emptiness. Flushed and flustered, I can’t deny that I orgasmed but, damn, it was definitely a punishment, too, in its way.
Even so, when he gives me a devilish grin, I can’t help smiling back. If only it would last. I want him to hold me as he does at home, but he releases a slow breath and moves off of me, disappearing into the bathroom. My body aches, and I’m a mess. I can’t seem to move. He comes back out, his clothes already back in place, and I can tell there’s still a wall standing between us.
“Don’t turn me into him, Caterina,” he says quietly, something vulnerable in his tone even as he refuses to look at me. “Myfather’s already made a demon of me. Don’t push me to become something worse.”
“You’re not a demon.”
“I am. It’s what he’s made of me. It’s what he wants from his sons. I can’t let him know you had any knowledge about today. He would order me to hurt you.”
“You protect me. You take care of me.”
“Yes, I do but stop trying to make that into more than it is. We’re married. Just because I don’t hurt you doesn’t mean...”
“You don’t want to hurt me because you care about me. The same way I care about you.”
“Caterina… don’t.”
“You said that to me before, but I’m saying it anyway. I care for you. No, it's more than that. I love you, Alessio. I'm in love with you.”
He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth. “Don’t.”
“I think you might love me, too, just a little if-”
“I don’t love you. I never will love Nico's sister. You shouldn’t love me.”
Spoken without a shred of doubt, my heart stutter-steps as his words sink in. He said them so easily, so naturally. He meant it. He doesn’t love me. It’s agony realizing he doesn’t feel this thing the way I do, that he says he never will. “You don’t have to love me back,” I whisper, drawing a ragged breath that feels as though it’s my last. “But my feelings aren’t something you can order me to have or not to have.”
“True. You can’t save a fool from themselves.” My heart dies just a little more with his pitying glance. “He already wants me to hurt you, to really torture you, Caterina. I can’t do that to you but in the Trio…”
“It’s death to defy your Capo,” I finish for him. “I know, but you’re not him.”
“Aren’t I? I’m as heartless as he is. I saw what he did to my mother when I was nine and did nothing. Fourteen years, I’ve obeyed his every command. Fourteen years… until you.”
“Tell me what he did to her,” I murmur, afraid to know even if I must.
“After he caught her trying to run with one of his soldiers, he killed the man and told her she owed him a debt.”
Frankie had mentioned something about a debt, I recall. “What did that mean?”