Chapter 104 - ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR

Chapter 104: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR

ANGEL

His finger circled my ass. Pressing my entrance. Testing. I felt him reach down with his other hand, heard the soft sound of his zipper.

I could feel him stroking himself, gathering the precum leaking from his cock.

Using it. Slicking his fingers with both our juices.

Then he pushed two fingers inside.

The stretch was sudden and I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted copper.

I swallowed back the cry. Choked on it. Held it behind my teeth while my eyes watered and my body clenched around the intrusion. Because daddy asked me to, he said not to make a sound.

"Fuck, you’re so sexy when you behave." His voice was thick with lust and satisfaction, "Is my bad naughty girl finally learning?"

He added another finger and stretched me wider.

The pain was bright, sharp—but so was the heat. The crazed need fueling my blood. I pushed back against him even as I cried.

He kissed me again, his tongue sweeping across the cut on my lip, licking up the copper, and he groaned into my mouth like my blood was something sweet.

"You make me crazy, you know that, right?" he growled against my lips. "Every part of you. Drives. Me. The. Fuck. Crazy," His fingers thrust hard into my ass, still stretching. The urge to scream is overwhelming.

How could I not know what he means by going crazed? He was doing it to me right now. My skin is feverish with want, like it would melt off my bones.

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his throat. I kissed the warm skin, tasted his sweat. I trailed my lips lower—his collarbone, the hollow of his throat—frantic, desperate, trying to tell him without words how much he drove me mad.

My teeth found his neck. I bit down.

Hard.

Hard enough to bruise, he hissed, his hips jerking against me. I sucked at the skin, pulling blood to the surface, leaving a mark that would be visible above his collar tomorrow. That would tell everyone who saw him that someone had claimed him. That he was mine too.

"Fuck." The word punched out of him, rough and thick. "You possessive little devil..." He laughed.

I wasn’t done, I kissed over the bruise. Licked it. Then found another spot and bit again.

Mine. This throat is mine.

I kissed down his chest. Found his nipple and scraped my teeth across it just to hear his breath catch.

My lips found the center of his chest. Right over his heart.

"Mine," I breathed against his skin, "This is mine."

He grabbed my hair and yanked me up to face him.

His fingers withdrew from my ass. I felt empty for one terrible second—and then the thick head of his cock pressed where his fingers had been.

I grabbed his shoulders. My nails breaking skin through his shirt, bracing myself.

He thrust forward.

The world turned completely white.

Pain—blinding, searing—ripped through me, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. A scream tore up my throat, desperate to escape, and his hand clamped over my mouth just in time. Sealing the sound inside. Muffling it against his palm while his hips drove forward, burying himself to the hilt.

"Shh." His lips moved against my temple, tender, even as his cock split me open. "Quiet, baby. You want me to fucking ruin you, you will take all of my cock won’t you?"

I shook my head frantically, tears spilling down my cheeks, soaking his fingers where they pressed against my face.

"Then take it." He pulled back and thrust again, brutal, unforgiving. "Take all of Daddy. Let me hear how good you are at being quiet for me."

He fucked me like he was trying to break something. He didn’t need to speak too, I could feel his want. His obsession. Every thrust punched the air from my lungs and I bit into the flesh of his palm, tasting his skin, leaving teeth marks in his hand while he ruined me in the backseat of his car with his driver separated only by a thin pane of tinted glass.

The driver kept his eyes on the road.

And I kept silent while Vincenzo ruined me.

The pleasure came slower than the pain—creeping in around the edges, tangling with it, transforming it into something unbearable and addictive.

My body sucked him in. Pulling him deeper. I craved more.

He felt it. I knew from the way his rhythm changed. His deep groan as he buried in my hair.

"There she is." He praised, "There’s my girl. You love this, don’t you? Love when Daddy uses you."

I nodded against his palm, my hips moving to match his every thrust.

"Come for me." He hissed out the command. "Come on Daddy’s cock and don’t make a fucking sound."

I shattered.

Silent. Violent. My whole body convulsing around him, clenching so tight he groaned through gritted teeth.

He followed seconds later, pulsing hot inside me.

I collapsed against him. Both of us breathing hard. His hand finally left my mouth, stroking down my cheek instead, wiping away tears with a gentleness that seemed impossible from the man who’d just destroyed me.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Daddy’s perfect, quiet, good girl."

I couldn’t speak. His softening was still inside me, I was full of him and nothing could have been better.

My dazed, unfocused eyes fluttered to the window, that was when I saw it.

A dark car. Three lanes over. Black. There were no distinct features about it, except that my eyes wouldn’t stop following it.

I blinked, the car cut across two lanes and disappeared down a side street.

Gone.

"Angel." Vincenzo’s voice cut through my haze, his hand cupping my face, turned it toward him. "Where’d you go?"

I smiled, curling against him, "Nothing, just staring at the road,"

His arms wrapped around my waist, and I relaxed my whole body against him, wanting to drag out this moment...forever.