THE DON'S BRIDE

It’s disgusting

“Please what?” I slipped one thick finger just inside her tight heat, feeling her walls clench desperately around the intrusion. She was so small, so hot, so impossibly tight. “Please stop? Or please f**k you deeper?”

I pumped the finger slowly, curling it to stroke that sensitive spot inside her while my thumb continued torturing her swollen c**t.

Her breathing turned ragged. “I… I don’t.....”

“You do.” I added a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch her, preparing her for what was coming in two weeks. “Your body knows who it belongs to,It’s weeping for its owner.”

I watched her face as I worked her,cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with unwanted pleasure,the sight made my tool leak pre-c*m into my boxers.

But I wouldn’t take her fully tonight. .I wanted her desperate,obsessed,begging,I wanted her to dream of my fingers, my mouth, my tool,every night until our wedding.

When her thighs started trembling and her walls fluttered around my fingers, I pulled back abruptly, denying her release.

She cried out in frustration, eyes flying open.I brought my glistening fingers to my mouth and licked them clean, savoring her sweet, musky taste with a low, satisfied groan.

“Delicious,” I murmured. “Like sin and innocence mixed together.”

I stepped back just enough to start unbuttoning my bloody shirt, revealing the hard planes of my chest, the scars from old bullets and knives.

“Strip, Kiara.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me.” My voice dropped into that dangerous register that made grown men piss themselves. “Take off the dress. I want you naked in my bed tonight. I want to feel that soft virgin body pressed against me while I sleep. And if you’re very good… I might let you come on my tongue tomorrow morning.”

She hesitated, hands trembling at her sides.

I moved closer again, voice turning velvet-dark. “Don’t make me rip it off you, *cara*. Because I will. And then I’ll punish that pretty ass until it’s red and you’re sobbing my name.”

Slowly, eyes never leaving mine, she reached for the zipper at her side. The crimson fabric slid down her body like liquid, pooling at her feet.

Fuck.She was perfect.Pale skin, full breasts with tight pink n*****s, the gentle curve of her waist flaring into hips made for my hands,and between her thighs that smooth, untouched cunt still glistening from my fingers.

I drank her in like a man dying of thirst.

“On the bed,” I ordered, shrugging off my ruined shirt and unbuckling my belt. “Now.”

She obeyed, climbing onto the massive black silk sheets, trying to cover herself with her arms.

I stripped completely, letting her see every inch of me,hard muscle, scars, and my thick, heavy c**k standing rigid and leaking for her.

Then I joined her, pulling her flush against my body, her back to my chest in a possessive spoon,one arm banded around her waist like iron,my c**k nestled hot and heavy between her ass cheeks.

“Sleep, little virgin,” I whispered against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “Tomorrow we deal with your family, the traitors who attacked us, and the enemies who think they can take you from me.”

My hand slid down to cup her,possessively, one finger resting just at her entrance.

“But tonight… you’re exactly where you belong,In the Devil’s bed,aching,and completely mine.”

She shivered against me, but didn’t pull away.

*****

**Kiara**

The blood.It was everywhere.Dried streaks on my arms where Rossi had carried me. Smears across my breasts and stomach from being pressed against his ruined shirt. The metallic tang clung to my skin, mixing with the dark, masculine scent of him that now seemed permanently etched into my senses.

Why hadn’t we bathed first?

The question burned in my mind as I lay rigid in his massive bed, naked, his powerful body spooned behind me like a living cage. His arm was a heavy band around my waist, one large hand cupping my most intimate place possessively,two thick fingers resting just at my entrance, not moving, just *there*, a constant reminder of what he could do,his c**k,still hard and hot, nestled between my ass cheeks, twitching occasionally against my skin.

I could feel the dried blood flaking off us both,it should have disgusted me,It *did* disgust me.

But my body… my traitorous body was still throbbing from his fingers, still slick and aching even now,the violence I’d witnessed the casual, merciless way he’d killed,should have made me scream and run.

Instead, it had left me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.God, what was wrong with me?I felt like I was under spell or something.

Rossi’s breath was warm against the back of my neck, slow and steady. He wasn’t asleep. I could tell by the tension in his muscles, the way his thumb occasionally stroked lazy circles over my c**t, keeping me on edge without letting me fall.

“You’re thinking too loudly, *cara*,” he murmured, voice rough with dark amusement. His lips brushed my ear. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head.”

I swallowed, my voice barely a whisper in the dark room. “Blood… We’re covered in it. Why didn’t we bathe first? It’s… it’s all over me.”

A low, dangerous chuckle vibrated through his chest. He shifted slightly, pressing his hips forward so his thick length slid more firmly between my cheeks.

“Because I wanted you to feel it,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. “I wanted you to wear the evidence of what I did for you tonight. Every man who died bled so you could be safe in my arms right now. Their blood on your skin is my claim. My warning.”

His fingers pressed just a little deeper,not enough to breach me fully, but enough to make me gasp as fresh wetness coated his hand.

“Does it scare you, little virgin?” he whispered, nipping at my shoulder. “Or does it make that tight cunt clench around nothing, wishing it was my c**k splitting you open instead?”

I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan,the dried blood on my skin felt sticky, wrong, and yet the primal part of me,the part he was awakening,responded to the raw possession in his words.

“It’s disgusting,” I lied, voice shaking.