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“You aren’t going anywhere, Zara. Not now, not ever.”
“I meant what I said, Frankie.” “I know. I expect the same back. Don’t ever disrespect me like that in public. I don’t care how pissed off you are, save it for when we are home. Do you understand me?”
“I understand, sir.” I bite down on my lip. “Am I going to be punished?” “Absolutely. Right now, I just need to be inside that tight pussy. You have no idea how hard that made me.”
“Now stop talking and bend over and take it like a good fucking girl,”
“Just imagine, coming home from work and mini versions of us running around the house causing chaos. With two parents who will burn down the earth to protect them. Family, dolcezza. We can build a legacy, a home. We can have everything we fucking deserve in life. I want that with you.”
“Is that really how you’re going to put a baby in me? A quickie against a wall?” “Oh, Zara. You have no fucking idea what I’m going to do to you.”
“Because you are my brat. I know you’re a good girl deep down somewhere,” She turns her face towards me, her glossy lips pressing against my cheek. “I don’t want to be your good girl, Frankie.” “Is that right?” I rasp. My hands slide down her back and rest on her perfect ass. “I want to be your dirty little slut.”
“Now, where were we?” My fingers tug again at his waist. “You were about to drop to your knees and show me how good that tongue is.” His hands slam down on either side of me, his nose touching mine. “Oh, angel. You don’t realize how long you’re going to have to wait to come now.”
She is the only reason I wanted a baby, because it’s her.
“Ask him. In all the time I’ve known Frankie, he’s never let anyone in. You’re different. If you need the truth, demand it. We both know that’s who you are.”
Dropping to my knees, I silently start to crawl towards him so I’m not seen on the video call. I stop as I reach halfway and Frankie’s eyes flick to mine and back to the monitor. He spreads his legs apart and leans back, gesturing me closer with two fingers.
In one swift motion, he frees his cock from his shorts and grabs the back of my head, pushing me towards him so I can take him in my mouth.
“Not a single sound from you, capiche?” I look up at him through my lashes and nod, getting to work without making a noise. Taking him as far back as I can without choking.
I lick up his shaft and watch as his jaw clenches, his thighs tightening under my hands. As soon as I suck on the tip, he pulls my hair so tight at my scalp that my eyes start to water. I squeeze my legs together, the need for him taking over.
“That’s it baby, ride my mouth. Show me how much you need this.” She lifts herself up and I slap her ass, inching my tongue out further. “I told you to sit on my face. So why the fuck can I still breathe?” I slap her hip again, this time harder.
“We’re having a baby, Frankie. That changes everything. If we can’t open up, at least to each other, we have nothing.” “You want me to change?” She shakes her head. “Not even a little, I don’t mean that. I quite like you, all cold and ruthless. What I mean is you need to let go of the demons in your past, accept them and focus on what we have here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I love you, Frankie. You brought me to life and I want to give you this, the family you deserve. I’ll always be by your side, no matter what. Even if you never love me completely, I know I’m enough for you. I know, in your own way, you love me, too.” I press a gentle kiss to his cheek, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against his. “Look at me, Zara.”
“In every single lifetime, it will always be you, Zara. I would go through the torture I’ve dealt with a thousand times over if it meant that you were my reward. You make everything worth it. Every ounce of pain I’ve ever felt was to bring me to you. My undying love for you is unquestionable. No matter what life throws at us. You, Zara. You are my inevitable, my love and my purpose.”
“I love you, Zara. With every part of me. Our future is not my past. It was never about that. It was purely out of my love for you.”
“I need to go and get us set up upstairs. Give me ten minutes. I want you naked with your head down as you enter the room. Upstairs, I own you. This is the ultimate statement of trust. I won’t take that lightly, I promise. Do you want this, Zara?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Surrender to me. Fucking. Come. Now.” With a final smack, she explodes around me and I keep fucking her through it, as she squirms on the bed. I let her catch her breath for a moment as I free her wrists. “Now you’re ready.” As I lift her body, she clings to me, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, and we make our way towards the sling hanging from the chains to the ceiling.
“We had one rule, Zara. You let me make every choice. You don’t get to beg, not now. So, it looks like I’m going to have to punish you.” My cock throbs painfully at the thought of my belt welting her delectable ass.
“How badly do you want my cock?” His husky voice sends ripples through me. “I need it, sir.” I barely recognize my own needy words. His firm hand caresses my ass. I bite down on my tongue as his belt cracks down. Stars fill my vision and I scream, shaking in my restraints.
Before I can register the pain from the spanking, he thrusts inside me and it is pure ecstasy. “Ride out the pain, angel.” I stretch around him, focusing only on the sensation of him hitting against that sweet spot. “Fuck, yes,” he grunts.
Frankie growls out my name as he starts to fuck my ass, and the vibrator enters my pussy. He ups the momentum, both thrusting inside me at the exact same time. I’ve never felt so full, so completely consumed. “I can’t take anymore.” “You can and you will. You will take everything I give you.” “Frankie!” “Jesus, Zara.” His voice is strained. “Break for me, baby,” he orders.
“Look at me.” His face softens as I do as he says. He releases my wrist, pulls my spent body up and cuddles me against his chest before laying us down on the bed. My head hits the pillow and my body sinks into the soft mattress. Without a word, he presses his lips to mine. “How was that?” Overwhelming, intense, perfect. “Everything I never knew I needed.” He nods. “For you?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. Is this what he does with every woman? Is this what he expects all the time? “Complete and utter perfection.” I roll onto my back and wince as my ass hits the covers.
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Lining his cock up to my entrance, he cups my face with one hand, while the other grips onto the headboard. “So beautiful.” He thrusts into me. “So perfect.” He kisses me. “Mine,” I reply. With every thrust bringing me closer to the edge, the way he commands my mouth, stroking my face, it sets me on fire. “Always mine, angel. I love you.” “I love you, sir.”
“Are you okay, dolcezza?” I glance down, spotting the handcuffs on the ground. She follows my gaze and grins. “I used the trick you taught me.” “Good girl.” I press a kiss to her forehead.
I squeeze her hand tighter. We have lost our future. Our baby is gone.
“I will make up for this. I will prove to you every day for the rest of our lives how much I love you. Let me worship you. Wake up, dolcezza. Please? I fucking need you, baby.”
“You’re crazy, you know that? Not many people take a bullet for someone, let alone if that person hates them,” I say. “I’d do the same for you. It might make me crazy, but we’re all a little mad.” “Hey! I’m not!” I laugh and immediately feel guilty for being anything other than sad. He rumbles with laughter, sending vibrations through my body. “You stalked a mafia boss, kicked him in the balls, stuck a knife into his throat, and killed two men.”
“Sit. Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look anywhere else.”
He brings me strength, and he brings me to life. With him by my side, I can conquer anything.
“Was any of it real?” she asks. “Excuse me?” She bows her head and sniffles. I can’t move. I don’t know if I can breathe. “I’m useless to you now.” I swiftly spin her chair around to face me, then fall to my knees, clutching onto her thighs. “Zara, tell me what’s going on in your head. I need you to let me in.”
“You wanted me for a baby. I can’t even give you that.” “Is that honestly what you believe, Zara?”
“You don’t think I love you? You think my fucking chest doesn’t burn every time I’m near you? That I’m not completely and utterly obsessed with you? That I don’t have an overwhelming need to protect you, where not a single thing else matters to me more than you?”
“I-I don’t know anymore, Frankie. I just feel lost and so fucking useless. I’m not what you need. Maybe I’m not the woman you should have by your side.”
“Zara, you are the strongest woman I’ve ever met. You’re far stronger than me.” “You said love is a weakness,” she whispers. I tip her chin up, forcing her to look at me. The sound of my pounding blood is drowning out everything else. “I was wrong. Not ours. Ours is my fucking strength, baby. I love you.”
“Tell me you don’t love me, Zara. I dare you.” I pin her with a glare.
“Nothing? You still have nothing to say?”
“What, you want me to prove it? Show you how completely and utterly committed I am to you and us for the rest of our lives? Is that what it will take for you to wear my damn ring?”
“You want my commitment, you want me to prove my love, well here it fucking is.” I take a slow, deliberate step towards her. “And you have the nerve to tell me I don’t fucking love you.” “I didn’t say that.”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I look down at my bare chest and push the tip of the hot blade on my pec. Blood drips as I start carving the letter ‘Z’ into my skin. She grabs at my arm. “Stop it! Look, I get it. You love me, I believe you.” I reach the last line of the letter, ignoring the stinging of my flesh. “Now. Tell me I don’t love you. I dare you.”
“I just carved your initial into my skin. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.”
I drop down onto one knee, grabbing her left hand. “Marry me, Zara. I’m down on my knees for you. I love you. Marry me.”
“I can’t even hold it in. Yes, a million times, yes.”
“Don’t ever doubt my utter devotion to you, Zara. It’s real, it always has been, and it is never going anywhere. No matter what, we are in this together.”
“I’m sorry, Frankie.” “No. I don’t want that. Whatever grief you have, whatever emotions they may be, let me have them. I can handle it. Just never, ever doubt me. That’s all I ask, angel.” “You do deserve better than me, Frankie. I won’t do that again.”
