Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
To shield my identity, I pulled my black leather devil's mask back over my eyes. If I were to be photographed at this event, it could compromise my future endeavors for the family.
Where the fuck was she?
At last, as the band launched into a rousing rendition of "Pizzica di Torchiarolo," I spotted her near the entrance to the piazza, close to the burning effigy. I smirked at the lyrics about marriage, a chain, and a grenade. Fitting.
In an attempt to evade me, the clever minx was back in the longer skirt and peasant blouse. Even adding a concealing headscarf she must have nabbed from one of the many costume and mask vendor carts that surrounded the piazza. She could give lessons in spy craft. Perhaps there was hope for her yet. I knew at least my father would approve of the evasive tactics she was using.
Too bad for her, they wouldn’t be enough.
She was good, but I was better.
I was still several paces away when a group of four men surrounded her.
She cried out as they pulled off her headscarf and pawed at her breasts, tearing her blouse.
Breaking into a run, not caring who I knocked over in my pursuit, I quickly reached her.
With a twist of my hands, I flung the first man sideways by grabbing his sweat-drenched shirt. I then kicked at another's vulnerable kneecap. The moment he bent over in pain, I caught him with an uppercut to the jaw. He was out cold before he hit the ground. After throwing a punch and hearing the satisfying crunch of bone as my knuckles connected with the third man’s nose, the fourth ran off.
My disobedient bride attempted to do the same, but I swiftly caught her around the waist before she could take two steps.
Breathing heavily from my exertions, I yanked her hips back so her ass rubbed against my already hard cock, rasping against her neck, “Not so fast, colomba mia birichina.”
A tremor ran over her body at the contact before she strained against my hands. “Let me go!”
My hand ran over the tight silk of her corset as I moved to cup her breasts, which were swelling over the lace edge exposed by her blouse's torn neckline. “To the victor go the spoils. I’ve now fought two duels for your… well, we can’t say maidenly honor, now, can we?”
She clawed at my hand as I pushed my fingers inside the edge of her corset and cupped her warm flesh. “Stop! Don’t touch me.”
As the soft weight of her breast settled against my palm, my blood boiled.
A feral need to quell her rebellious objections rose from deep inside of my chest, even as my cock swelled to painful proportions.
Was I a sick fuck for finding this persona of hers more arousing?
The crass wanton who threw herself at me with promises of raunchy anal sex held no appeal for me.
But this…
Her feigned virginal fear. Even with her nails digging into my flesh and protests rushing from that sweet mouth of hers, I couldn't help but notice the vulnerable way her body shivered under my hand in reaction to my touch on her skin.
That did it for me.
At this point, I didn’t even care if it was all an act.
I just wanted to fuck her until she stopped running away from me. I wanted to fuck her until she finally submitted to her fate. I wanted to fuck her until I burned away all thoughts of any other man in her life.
She was my effigy, and I wanted her to burn for me and me alone.
Uncaring about the surrounding crowd, I moved my other hand to her waistband.
She bucked within my grasp, warning me, “I’ll scream.”
After slipping my hand inside her skirt, my fingertips brushed the silk of her panties. Pushing my fingers under the thin fabric, I cupped her pussy. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
I pressed two fingers between her cunt lips, gently sweeping my thumb over the soft curls between her thighs.
Fuck, she was already wet.
With a firm tug on her blouse, I successfully freed it from her waistband, allowing it to fall down her front until it reached the tops of her thighs, effectively concealing my actions from everyone except the most ardent observer.
After pulling her head back against my shoulder, my left hand dropped to her throat. My teeth sank into her earlobe just as I tried to push my two middle fingers inside of her.
She was too tight.
“Stop clenching against me.”
She whimpered. “Please, you have to stop. This isn’t right.”
My fingers tightened around the slim column of her neck as I gently squeezed. A warning.
I tried to push both fingers inside of her again.
Still, her body resisted.
Not to be deterred, I pushed one finger inside. Her inner muscles clamped down around me.
A frisson of unease and confusion lingered in my mind.