My pussy fluttered then throbbed. Ettore Scala fucked me like a whore in a back alley behind a bar, and I loved it.

His wild eyes bore into mine as his hips slammed against me in the crudest way.

Slap. “You really,” Slap, “should have,” Slap, “killed me, topolina.” Slap, slap, slap.

Oh God. That was so hot. What was wrong with me?

The rougher he got, the better it felt. My head swam.

His gravelly voice cut through this fever dream. “You belong to me, Vittoria. I own you now. I can do whatever I want to you and nobody will care. You know what that means, don’t you?” He paused for dramatic effect, and I hate to say it, but it might have worked when I heard him say the stony words. “You’re fucked.”

Ettore pressed a rough kiss to my mouth, taking his teeth and biting into my lip. Holding it there as he pistoned crudely up into my delicate body. Weak bodied, I pushed at his chest and groaned, craving the something that was brewing.

He laughed darkly, pulling down on my hips until the base of his dick met my sore, brutalized pussy. My lips parted and my expression became faraway. I was stretched wide, full of him. And then he squeezed my hips between his large hands and began to pushed back and forth, dragging me over his lap, and I was forced to grind on him.

I moaned loudly, “Oh God.”

“Shhh,” he lifted a hand, running his fingers down my cheek. “No, baby. Don’t do that. Don’t pray now. Do you really want Him to see you like this?” His fingers gripped my chin and held me still as he punished me with another cruel and devastating kiss. “Taking it hard like a good little slut?”

I couldn’t help it. My pussy clenched around him. I watched in awe as he closed his eyes, lifting his head heavenward, wearing a pained expression. His lips parted, and his eyes fluttered, and Jesus Christ, I was certain then. Ettore Scala was the most beautiful man in existence.

He used me, coldly, ruthlessly. And I wanted to be used by him.

Ettore released my hip and slipped his hand between my legs. The experienced man he was, he found my clit easily and began to circle it with the pad of his thumb. My stomach grew taut as I ground down on him, searching for a little slice of heaven. He pressed harder and I ground faster. I felt funny. Light in the head, but somehow, heavy everywhere else. Sizzles of electricity charged up and down my spine. My breathing turned heavy and then I was panting. Tighter and tighter my pussy clenched around him and he watched me closely, searching my face. He rubbed faster and I felt myself falling. My breathing turned shallow, my vision blurred, my back got tight, and then I careened off of the cliff.