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Men are supposed to be gentle with the women they love. Take care of their fragile bodies and treat them like fine china.
“Did he hurt you, mia rosa?” Her response is delayed, but she ultimately nods. Another deep breath, though blackness licks at the edges of the little vision I have left. “Will you tell me what he’s done?” “Ronaldo, I don’t . . . I don’t want you to hurt him.” If she’s fearful for his life, then he’s done something that deserves retribution. And that . . . That has a rage so black polluting my insides, my organs feel like they’re wilting and rotting beneath it.
“I call you my rose because for you, I would take all your pain so you would suffer none,” I tell her softly. “I would go through hell for you. Die for you. Do anything you asked. I love you, mia rosa. More than you will ever know.”
“When you become the ocean, I will gladly sink into you, mia rosa.”
“You’re so goddamn pretty when you come. Fuck, Genevieve. Keep fucking my fingers. Your pussy is squeezing them so tight.”
Every time he released inside me, I always wondered what he was experiencing. His trembling body and quiet grunts spoke of a pleasure far beyond what I felt.
If he wants to cast stones at me, then I will show him I have a mean throw, too.
The ensuing silence is heavier than rainfall during a storm.
Then I come home, and I have to be a husband and a father. I have to make you two happy, buy whatever you two ask for, hear about your days, and make sure the both of you feel loved.”
“I do so much—” “Ah, yes!” he exclaims sarcastically. “You clean an already clean house, and you cook! It’s wonderful, Gigi,
He opens his mouth to respond, but I hold up a finger. “I’m not finished!
“You said you love to look at me, and that’s why God gave me a pretty face and a smokin’ hot body. For your viewing pleasure.
And anyone who inflicts pain on mia rosa will die. Simple as that.
The thought of another man laying hands on her had me seeing red.
all I could think about was letting her slice through me if it meant getting closer to her.
To be so goddamn deep, a lobotomy couldn’t even carve me out of her head.
“You’ve never scared me the way you should’ve,” I breathe, my chest heaving and heart pounding. “Whatever gave you the impression that I was a scared little mouse?” He clicks his tongue as if chiding me. “I would guess the moment I make you squeal like one.” A moment later, his teeth are sinking into the soft spot beneath my ear. I’m unable to control the sound that bursts from my throat. High-pitched, just like a damned mouse.
one corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk and he . . . he walks away!
It’s so very long, and impossibly thick. Pronounced veins run up his length to the reddened tip, where a bead of liquid drips.
“That”—I breathe shakily—“is a dangerous weapon.”
“There is nothing more divine than a cunt that weeps. It would be an honor to taste you, Genevieve.”
“You taste like nirvana. I could drown in your pussy.”
“My God, Genevieve,” I choke out. “Are you trying to kill me?” She grins devilishly, crimson and saliva smeared across her chin. “How else will we spend eternity together?”
