Page 70 of Tormented Diamonds

But it’s still not enough.

The monster in me needs to own and devour her.

He needs to know every inch of her belongs to him.

Loosening my hold on the back of her neck, I drag my fingers down her spine. Becca doesn’t react until my index finger dips between her ass cheeks and traces the tight ring of muscle at the center.

She stills. “Gianni, I?—”

“I told you that last time in your office that eventually, I’d claim every part of you. This is the only one left. I want it.”

Her breathing stutters as I breach her tight entrance. “Why now?”

“Because it’s considered one of the most deviant sexual acts. Look around you, Doc. It doesn’t get more deviant than this. So, if you trust me enough to accept all this… If you truly want the monster… Then surrender your inhibitions…” I sink my finger deeper. “And your body.”

“What about that whole speech you just gave about ‘never letting anyone have control over me?’”

I give her a wicked smile. “Fight me, then.”

She says nothing.

That’s what I thought.

My prim and proper little darkling wants this. She just doesn’t want to admit it. When I first met Becca, she was a sexual prude. I’ve demolished most of her hang-ups, but this one will require a finesse that leaves her raw and desperate.

With my free hand, I circle her clit. Once her teeth sink into her bottom lip, I slide a second finger into her ass. “Has anyone ever fucked you here, Becca?”

“No.”

I groan. The thought of taking her analvirginity makes me want to flip her over, slam into her, and watch her blood coat my dick. But I reel that part of me in.

I refuse to hurt her, even though I crave her screams.

“You’re going to take this big fucking cock in that tight, little ass,” I tell her, getting her off with one hand while using the other to stretch her virgin hole. “It’s going to hurt. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel like you’re being ripped apart. Then, all that pain will switch over to pleasure,cara mia. You’ll moan. You’ll beg. You’ll want me deeper, rougher…”

She shudders. “Oh, God, I’m coming…”

Like a sadistic fuck, I pull my fingers from her pussy and her ass. “Not yet, you’re not.” I crush my lips against hers for a vicious kiss, then flip her over on all fours. Lowering my head, I spear my tongue in her dripping cunt, coating it in her juices.

But I still don’t let her come.

Spreading her ass cheeks, I spit on her hole, then push the lubricating mix of saliva and arousal inside with my finger. I don’t give her a chance to ask questions. Taking my cock in my hand, I coat it with the pre-cum already dripping down the sides, then line it up with her virgin entrance and force the crown inside.

“Gianni,” Becca cries out. “I can’t do this. It’s too much.”

She’s slipping back behind her glass frame. I know what she needs to break free, and it’s not tenderness. “Tell me you ‘can’t do’ shit again, and I’ll pull this cock out and shove it down your throat.”

Her eyes glaze over, and I push in another inch, then another. I grit my teeth, her tension squeezing me so hard I nearly come on the spot. Reaching between her legs, I rub her clit again, a distraction that relaxes her enough for me to work my cock the rest of the way in.

Closing my eyes, I draw a slow breath in through my nose.

Christ, if this is Hell, I don’t care a thingabout Heaven.

The sound of Becca’s whimper has me glancing down to find her head hung low, her limbs shaking from the invasion.

I smile.

Oh, Doc. You haven’t seen anything yet.