“No,” he said quietly. “I wasn’t.”
My breath caught sharply. “That’s insane.”
“Probably.” His hand rose, thumb brushing my jaw with a gentleness that wrecked me more than any violence could. “The moment I saw you standing in that church in that bloodstained dress, there wasn’t going to be another ending. I knew it then. I know it now. You’re mine, Aurora. Not just for now. For the rest of it.”
I stared at him, heart hammering so violently I thought it might crack my ribs open. The anger, the fear from the road, the unexpected sweetness of Nonna Rosa’s kitchen and those stories of a boy named Santo, all of it tangled together into an impossible knot I couldn’t untie.
“I fucking hate you,” I hissed.
He searched my face, voice dropping to something rough and almost broken.
“You still came back.”
The silence stretched between us, thick and electric. Santino’s thumb still rested against my jaw, his dark eyes burning into mine with that terrifying certainty. My heart hammered against my ribs.
Anger, fear, and something far more dangerous, need, twisted together until I couldn’t breathe.
I opened my mouth to deny it, to push him away, to reclaim some fragment of control. Nothing came out.
His control snapped.
In one brutal motion he spun me around and slammed me face-down over the heavy oak desk. Papers scattered. A whiskey glass shattered on the floor. His big hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back sharply as his body pinned me down with crushing weight.
“Stop!” I gasped, the word half protest, half moan.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled against my ear, teeth scraping my neck. “You ran from me today. Stole my bike. Put yourself in danger. You don’t get to say no right now, troublemaker. Not when this pussy has been dripping for me since you woke up.”
I bucked against him, fighting his hold even as heat flooded between my legs. “Santino. Don’t!”
He laughed, dark and cruel, the sound vibrating through my spine. His free hand shoved my pants and panties down in one vicious yank, leaving them tangled around my knees. Cool air hit my exposed, already slick pussy. Two thick fingers dragged roughly through my folds, spreading my wetness.
“Look at this greedy little cunt,” he snarled, shoving two fingers deep inside me without warning. I cried out, walls clenching hard around the sudden invasion. “Already soaked. You say stop but your body begs me to breed it.”
I thrashed, trying to twist away. “I mean it, get off me!”
He curled his fingers brutally against that spot inside me and laughed again when my hips jerked involuntarily. “You wannaargue tonight, baby? You want to fight me while I ruin this no longer virgin-tight hole? Fine. Fight harder. It only makes me want to pump you full more.”
He pulled his fingers free, smeared my own slick across my lips, then forced them back into my mouth. “Taste how much you need this.”
I bit down. He hissed in pleasure and slapped my ass hard enough to sting. “Bad girl.”
The sound of his belt and zipper was deafening. His thick, bare cock slapped heavy against my ass cheek, hot and leaking. No condom this time. Deliberately none.
“No!” I whimpered, pushing back against him even as fresh arousal dripped down my thighs.
“Yes.” He notched the fat head against my entrance and slammed inside in one merciless thrust.
I screamed, the stretch burning deliciously as he forced every thick inch into me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me like an animal, hard, deep, punishing strokes that slammed the desk against the wall with every snap of his hips.
“Fuck… tight little pussy trying to push me out,” he groaned, pounding harder. “Keep fighting, Aurora. It feels so fucking good when you clench like that.”
Tears pricked my eyes from the overwhelming fullness. I pushed back against his chest, trying to dislodge him. He grabbed both my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one massive hand while the other wrapped around my throat.
“You’re mine,” he rasped, hips snapping relentlessly. The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the study. “This womb is mine. Say it.”
“No!” I choked out, even as my pussy fluttered and gushed around him.
He tightened his grip on my throat and fucked me deeper, grinding against my cervix. “Say it or I’ll keep you bent over thisdesk until you’re dripping my cum down your legs. And then I’ll bring the whole team of staff here to see it.”