Siena’s breath caught, a cry escaping her lips as Cristiano rolled her n****e between his thumb and fingers, pinching and tugging with rough precision until he drew the reaction he wanted.
His fingers worked relentlessly inside her, and Siena wanted desperately to close her thighs, but his knees kept them pried wide open.
“Look at you, baby,” he groaned against her ear, his voice dark and ragged as his eyes burned into her tear-filled ones. “Such a perfect little doll… my doll.”
He bit her earlobe, his teeth grazing her skin, and his hands moved to her breasts, kneading them hard—rough enough to make her arch into his touch.
“Cris… I want you,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need as the heat coiled low in her belly, threatening to snap. “Inside me… please.”
“You have me in yo
