Page 184 of Breaking Rosalind
In a swift movement, he rolls to the side, sending me crashing on the marble tiles. His palm lands on the back of my head as he pins me to the floor.
I’m lying face-down on the marble with my ass in the air, trying to rise, but he presses his elbow between my shoulder blades, keeping me in place.
“Cesare,” I snap.
His lips graze the shell of my ear. “I warned you earlier, and told you to fuck me harder,” he growls, his voice guttural and deep. He reenters me with a hard thrust that makes me see stars. “Now, I’ll show you what that means.”
He fucks me at a brutal pace on the bathroom floor, each thrust a hot lash of pleasure.
“Let go of me, you asshole.”
He laughs, the sound cruel. “That’s not what you were saying a minute ago. I’m not going to stop until you come apart.”
I dig my fingers in the cold marble, trying to buck him off with my hips, but that only increases the friction. His piercings rub against my g-spot with disturbing accuracy, making the muscles of my pussy clench and spasm around his thick cock.
“That’s right, pet,” he growls. “Fight me.”
All traces of affection I might have had toward this bastard evaporate. How could I have ever thought a bunch of photos was proof of Cesare’s humanity? He must have cast off his soul and locked it in that safe.
The worst part about this is that he makes my nerve endings sing. Every part of my body comes alive as he fucks me without mercy or restraint. It’s like he’s worked out the cheat code to my pleasure and wants to unravel me with a precise mix of humiliation, ecstasy, and pain.
I hate the way he makes me lose control, the way he forces me to feel. Most of all, I hate the way this man brings me closer to my heart’s desire: a meaningful relationship with my daughter.
He drives into me, the crown of his cock hitting my cervix with punishing force. It’s unyielding, it’s ruthless, and it’s making me moan into the tiles with each brutal assault. His thrusts reduce me into a bundle of raw nerves.
Every inch of my body becomes hypersensitive. As he fucks me harder, even the draft over my skin feels like a caress.
“I hate you,” I gasp out. “As soon as I come, I’ll kill?—”
He silences me with another wave of pleasure that makes my eyes water.
“You’re mine, pet,” he growls into my ear, his fingers tightening around the back of my neck. “This beautiful body beneath me. Mine. This sweet little cunt squeezing the life out of my cock. Mine. These sounds of pleasure you can’t suppress. Mine.”
“Not. For. Long,” I say from between clenched teeth.
His sharp laugh makes my skin tingle. “This pleasure that brands you, breaks you, burns you from the inside out. That’s mine too. And your hatred, I’ll swallow it whole. Because you’re going to want me after this is over.”
Shivers skitter down my spine at his sinister words, making me aware that I’m screwed. Cesare has found a different way to break my spirit, and it’s more effective than torture. Humiliation and resentment course through my veins, mingling with the throbbing pleasure.
Even though I’m being fucked ruthlessly on the bathroom floor, there’s a part of me standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering toward a chasm of euphoria.
“Come for me, pet.” He reaches between my legs and strokes my aching clit with the same forceful rhythm of his thrusts, coaxing another humiliating moan.
“Not. Your. Pet,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Now!” he growls.
The words slam into my psyche like a command.
I want to resist, to deny him this victory. But my traitorous body responds with a seismic orgasm that tears through every fiber of my being.
The pleasure is blinding, blurring everything else into insignificance. I’m flying through a haze of ecstasy, my body dissolving into the ether.
Cesare’s laughter echoes through an inferno of sensation, and I’m vaguely aware that he’s coming. As my orgasm fades, his lips return to my ear.
“You have a deal,” he says, his voice penetrating the haze. “But by the time we’ve killed the Galliano brothers, you’ll be so addicted to me you will never want to leave.”
My eyes snap open, and I stare sightlessly into the void. Even as my heartbeat slows, there’s no denying that was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. Pleasure still echoes deep in my core, a reminder of the power he wields over my body.