No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 18

MATURE CONTENT WARNING
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"Come fuck me De Santis," I whisper, my smirk growing as his eyes light up with greed.

He tosses his blazer on the ground as he stalks over to me, his hand grabbing my neck and forcing me to look up at him.

His hands grip my thighs as he lifts me properly onto the bed, his body on top of mine as his lips crash onto my neck, his hands finding my zipper as he unzips my dress, sliding it off and tossing it onto the floor.

My hands unbutton his shirt as I discard of it on the ground, unzipping his pants as he kicks them off.

He chuckles as his hands slide down to my thighs, stopping at the knife I strapped on.

Fuck.

He takes the knife out and I whimper as he presses the blade against my neck, his fingers hooking onto my lace g-string as he rips it off.

I slap a hand over my mouth when he pushes two fingers into me, so fast I bite down onto my tongue.

"No fiore, I want to hear your screams," he chuckles, not an ounce of humour coming from his lips as he takes my wrists in his hand and pins them above my head. I glare at him as he removes his fingers from me and ties my wrists with my own fucking underwear.

"I hate you," I seethe, my breathing picking up as he tilts my chin up with my knife, pressing the blade into my skin as his eyes burn with hatred.

"Go on sweetheart, tell me how much you hate me," he taunts, dragging the knife down my body, not pressing hard enough to draw blood.

"I fucking ha-" I'm cut off by my own moan as I feel him push the blunt end of the knife into my dripping pussy.

"You hate me when I fuck you with your own knife?" he taunts me again, pushing the knife further into me, hitting my g-spot as my eyes roll back.

"Yes," I grit out, trying to suppress a moan as I grip the headboard so tightly my knuckles turn white.

He hums in response, his lips skimming my collarbone as I feel myself clench around my own fucking knife.

He pushes the knife deeper into my aching pussy and I let out an embarrassing moan, causing his lips to curve into a smirk.

His lips wrap around my hardened nipple as his teeth tug at the sensitive bud, causing moans to slip my lips, each one making me curse myself.

I whine as he pulls the knife away, my eyes snapping open to glare at a smirking Vincenzo. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slowly drags his finger down my entrance, pushing two fingers into me as he looks at me.

"You like that fiore?" he asks, his voice a whisper as he pinches my clit, my stubbornness making me to grit out a 'no,' causing his smirk to grow.

"You want me to stop?" he asks, his lips against my ear as I let out a breathless moan.

"No," I moan, my back arching as he picks up his pace.

His fingers pinch my clit and I feel a warmth settle itself in my stomach, "Vincenzo," I groan, my toes curling as far as my heels will allow.