Page 133 of Thorns of Death

My head fell back, and then he started fucking me in earnest. Slaps of flesh against flesh echoed, the erotic sounds filling the quiet space in tandem with the roughness of the ocean beyond the cliffs.

The thrust of his cock in my ass and his fingers in my pussy synchronized, I could do nothing but take it. Let him take charge as his grunts mixed with my gasps. He pulled out slowly, only to plunge deeper. To fill me up.

“I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” he grunted. “Tell me who this ass belongs to.”

“You.”

“And this pussy?” I moaned, not answering him fast enough apparently, because he removed his fingers and slapped my core. The tingling built in such a way I could feel it down to my toes. “And this pussy,amore? Who does it belong to?”

“You!”

“Good girl. Now play with your clit and make yourself come.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. My hand shot between my legs and I circled the sensitive nub as Enrico thrust inside my ass, spanking me again and again. Heat spread. Everywhere I touched felt slick with arousal, slippery.

It was all too much. I came hard, my shout echoing in the room as I shuddered. The orgasm washed through me like a storm against the shoreline. He wrapped my pigtails around one fist and pulled, using it to jerk me back onto his cock and ride me, all the while I clenched around him. His thrusts became uncoordinated, jerky. His grunts became rougher. Then he was coming inside me, his length twitching as I thrashed.

When it was over, we couldn’t move. We both lay there panting, holding on like we were each other’s life raft.

He brought his mouth to my nape, kissing me, murmuring soft words that I couldn’t grasp but still made me warm inside.

After a few long moments, he kissed my spine and slipped out. I winced, suddenly thinking that him fucking my ass was a much more appealing affair than I’d let myself imagine.

My husband swept me up in his arms and pressed his mouth on mine. When he spoke, his voice was tender and soft. “Let’s clean you up and soak in the bathtub. That will help with any soreness.”

As he carried me bridal-style into the bathroom, I dropped my head onto his shoulder, trusting him to take care of me.

FORTY-FIVE

ISLA

Aweek had gone by since we arrived in Italy.

I’d fallen into a routine with my husband and his family.Our family. From the outside looking in, we’d seem like a perfectly normal family. Large. Loving. Even fun. Although buried somewhere in all of it was also ruthlessness.

It was the last week of November, and despite winter fast approaching, the weather was fairly nice, staying anywhere between the low and mid sixties. The sun shone brightly and the forecast promised many more days like this.

“If I knew the weather here was so warm in winter, I’d have moved to Italy a long time ago.” Enzo and Amadeo were giving me a tour of Enrico’s yacht. The boat was amazing, luxury features everywhere you looked. I glanced over my shoulder. “You think your dad’ll let me use the boat for parties?”

They shared a glance, then smiled mischievously. “If he says no, we’ll help you take it,” Enzo said, his tone full of trouble.

I grinned. “Perfect.” I pulled the phone out of my jeans pocket and snapped a photo of the lower deck of the yacht, then typed a quick message to my besties.

Next party, this is going to be us. On this dingy little boat.

Replies were instant. In the form of GIFs. Emojis. And words that were inappropriate for teenagers’ ears.

“But we’ll only help you steal the boat if you invite us to your party,” Amadeo added, pulling my attention away from all the buzzing texts.

“You got it. But a warning, you two will be the only men.”

I swore their chests puffed out, and they stood even taller. It seemed like they’d grown taller in the few weeks I’d known them. Soon, they would overtake me.

“Is there anything else to see?” I asked them. They’d shown me all the bedrooms and their private en suites, the living areas, the dining room, and the general direction of Enrico’s office.

They both shrugged. “The pool on the upper deck.” I had to stifle a gasp. Geez, this thing had to be a super-superyacht.

“Well then, let’s see that and get some sunshine.”