Chains rattled as Elodie pulled against the cuffs secured around her wrists and ankles. They held fast.

Angelo had managed to wrestle her wriggling body onto the bed, then shackled her and blindfolded her with a thick, dark face mask that obscured the upper part of her face.

Now, she couldn't hear his movements anymore, but she felt his presence—that unmistakable stench of danger and power—permeating the room.

Elodie shivered slightly, not from the cold air though, but for how vulnerable she must look, laying spread-eagled and naked for him to feast his greedy eyes on.

"You remember your safe word, right?" His voice came from all directions at once, now that her senses were heightened.

Elodie nodded.

"Words, Piccolo gatto, use your words," he told her, and he sounded closer to her left now.

She tilted her head slightly in that direction. "Yes, I do."

"Good."

The bed dipped on her left side, then she felt heat line up that side of her body. "Why the blindfold?"

Instead of answering, Angelo leaned over, hands bracketing the space on both sides of her head, and leaned down to capture her mouth with his.

Unlike their first kiss, this one was tame. It felt enormous. The pull of his lips, the soft push of his tongue against hers. It was as though every nerve ending in her body flared to life, stoking heat low in belly.

One of his hands left the place beside her hand, slithering up her expanding ribs until it closed around her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

Unconsciously, she arched into him, moaning into his mouth as pain battled with pleasure, prompting him to pinch the other nipple harder. A whimper pushed past her lips, and his hand left her nipples to settle around her jaw.

"You remember your safe word, don't you?"

"Yes. It's Mace."

"And you understand that I plan to claim you in every way possible with my mouth and cock?"

Her entire body squeezed, libido stirring in an unfamiliar warmth that traveled to her pussy, pushing her to widened her legs just a bit further.

"Yes," she replied huskily.

Angelo returned to her mouth, kissing her hungrily. She arched into him, lust expanding and pushing every thought of her fear and trepidation to the way side.

He released her lips and sucked his way down her neck, nipping and biting whatever skin he sucked into his mouth.

Elodie yelped and moaned, pulling against her shackles, shifting and wirthing. Pain and pleasure licked through her veins, encouring her to throw her head back.

Not being able to see what he was going to do next heightened her pleasure, almost to the point of pain, and she felt every of his ministrations rather than if she didn't have a blindfold over her eyes.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, tongue circling the engorged flesh, pushing the tip up against the roof of his mouth, before clamping down on the soft flesh.

"Angelo!" She screamed, body quivering from the shock and the pain lit up her body like the fourth of July. "P-P-please."

She didn't know what she was begging for but, Lord, how much she needed it.

He ignored her plea and moved down, his teeth grazing over her hip and to one side of her thigh.

Gripping both thighs in his hands, he pushed them in opposite directions, higher until her lower half was levitating above the bed.

"You're so beautiful," he growled, leaning in close to blow soft air on her opened pussy. "And guess what?"

Elodie's face must bear a striking resemblance to an overripe tomato, because never in her life had another opened her up that way before.

And did he just call her womanly-bits beautiful?

She squirmed, wishing with all her might that she could see his face in that moment. "What?" She questioned.

"I'm fucking starving."

His lips was on her pussy before she could take in the next breath.

"Oh," she cried, neck elongating as sensations like never before flooded her entire body.

The feel of his tongue, licking up from her entrance to her clit, had hot liquid gushing out of her and onto his tongue.

Deep rumbles traveled up his chest and onto her thighs, telling her that he very much liked the way her juices exploded onto his waiting tongue.

He was starving, just as he'd promised.

Elodie tried to close her legs, too overwhelmed by the sensations accosting her body, but the grip on her thighs held her in place as he fucked his tongue in and out of her opening, mimicking the movement of his cock just like the last time he'd taken her.

It was forbidden, she knew. Yet, how could something so forbidden feel like this? She never wanted him to stop.

Elodie felt his hand release one of her thighs, then two thick fingers were shoved into her wet cunt, his tongue still keeping up the assault on her clit.

"Yes!" She cried, hips pushing towards him as he fucked in and out of her, his rhythm never slowing or rushing.

It was just that amount of perfect fucking that scrambled her brain of any coherent thoughts.

Elodie's hips had a mind of their own, because she was now riding his fingers, smushing her pussy against his face and taking her pleasure from him.

Angelo's chuckle against her sent electricity to her lower belly. "Greedy little prey, aren't you?" Then, he sucked her clit into his mouth.

This time, she yelped, the bite of the pain doing unspeakable things to her.

Her walls fluttered all around his fingers like a petal opening to ingest its food, and her whole body began to spasm, little shocks jerking her body.

Angelo withdrew from her body, cooling her ardour, and before she could open her mouth to protest, he was back. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, and the chains twisted to accommodate the new position.

The feel of the bed sheets under her hands grounded Elodie to the now, then Angelo's heat enveloped her from behind.

This time, he fucked his fingers into her soaking cunt from behind, one hand holding her waist in place.

"Ah," she moaned, grinding her hips down, chasing the promise of more.

"Come for me, Il mio bambino ardent," he commanded, twisting his fingers as deep as they would go.

He hit one glorious bundle of nerve inside her, and...

Everything exploded in a brilliant supernova fashion: bright blinding lights, spasming body, mindless, glorious floating feeling, and head stuffed with wool.

Little mewls of pleasure filled the room, and it took a minute for Elodie to recognize that the sound was coming from her.

Through her haze of euphoria, Elodie registered the sound his belt buckle hitting the floor, then the faint hiss of zipper coming undone.

Something hot and wet touched her entrance.

"Brace yourself, Neonata," he said, then drove his hips forward.

Elodie knew how big Angelo was from their last time together in the forest, and she'd felt it earlier when he pushed her up against the door.

But nothing—not even her juices still dripping down her thighs—could have prepared her for the size of him when he drove into her.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her toes curling as he withdrew slightly then slammed home again. Her nails dug into the sheets, the strain on them nearly breaking them, as he stretched her out, filing her until his pelvis met her ass.

He did it again and again, wild groans and grunts pouring into the walls around them, accompanied by her stifled cries.

It was pleasure and dysphoria all wrapped into one—an indescribable pain that dissolved slowly until there was nothing but pleasure left.

"Do you hear those squelching sounds, neonata? The sounds of your greedy, wet cunt sucking my cock in. So, fucking perfect, you are."

Elodie actually mewled at his words, emotions expanding her chest and heightening her awareness to everywhere he was connected to her.

His touch was burning and soothing, creating puzzling sensations she couldn't pick out individually.

Angelo moved faster, lengthening his strokes, his cock dragging through her walls before hitting that spot that gave her that leg-shaking climax.

It was though he knew her body, what made it tick, and what made it sing for him.

Elodie didn't believe she went so long without having sex with anyone. She'd always thought books and movies exaggerated on just how pleasureable it was.

She had been so wrong.

"How are you doing that?" She asked, loving the bruising feeling of his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

He didn't let her move. She was completely at his mercy, only able to take what he was willing to give.

And everything he gave, she took it equally.

Elodie pushed her face into the mattress, teeth seeking and finding a mouthful of the sheets beneath, hoping to muffle her cries.

One of Angelo's hand snaked around under her body to grab her her swinging breast, fingers pinching around the pebbled nipple, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Don't do that, Piccolo fuoco, I want to hear you. I want to hear just how good I make you feel."

His hand disappeared from her nipples, and so did the shackles around her ankles and wrists, then his cock slurped out of her body.

The blindfold remained as he hauled her out of bed, and tossed her on the wooden floor of the room.

Then, the blindfold was ripped off her face.

Elodie blinked rapidly as her vision slowly adjusted to the light flooding the rooom, courtesy of the bright beam lights above them, and finally his face swam into view.

Angelo was wearing that predatory look from when he was chasing her, and it scared Elodie briefly.

Her instinct told her to sock him in the eye and make a run for it, but he must see the thought register on her face because he lifted both legs over his shoulders and rammed back into her.

Elodie gasped, the position allowing him to drive deeper, peppering her vision with little dark stars.

His iron grip held her hips in place as he turned his head to the side. His teeth grazed along her calves, and when he got to the arch of her soles, he nipped it, chuckling when she hissed.

"I'm the only one who gets to worship your feet like this, understand?"

Her insides fluttered at his gravelly tone. "Yes."

"Say, 'yes, sir'," he ordered.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl."

His pace began to slow down as he tilted her hips until Elodie had a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her own cunt.

The sight was mesmerizing.

His thick, fat flesh stroking into her own hole, coated in thick, white juices, glistening in the light.

It wasn't a view she'd mind watching at all.

"Say it," he growled.

"Angelo," she whispered.

"Louder."

"Angelo!"

His smirk was feral, tongue darting past his perfect rows of teeth to stroke along the top of his lips. "Should I fuck you harder?"

"Yes, please." Elodie swallowed around the lump in her throat.

Then, he fucked her.

He pistoned in and out of her like a possesed man, his nails digging deeper into the flesh of her hips.

"Cazzo, you feel so good," he cursed, maintaining his almost punishing tempo.

Elodie scrapped her fingers down his arms, looking for leverage. But then he hissed, and loving that she could do that do him, she dug her nails in harder, knowing she'd draw blood.

A fire build low in her belly, the constant friction of his strokes dragging along that sweet bundle of nerves pushing her closer to another orgasm.

Angelo dropped her legs, leaning forward to capture her lips. The kiss was hungry and downright filthy.

Tongues danced around each other like snakes gearing for a fight, he licked the nooks and crannies inside her mouth, then shifted to lick the outer corners. It was on another whole level filled with words she couldn't put into writing, and emotions she didn't even know.

When they parted for air, little tremors arched up her spine, making her legs tremble from their spots on his shoulders, but neither of them acknowledged it.

His thumb dropped to her clit and he began to circle it, moving feverishly as his pace increased.

Elodie's head began to swim, the budding pleasure growing and growing until it couldn't be kept a lid on anymore, and detonated into tiny fragments of glass.

A pressure built up in her chest, then climbed up her throat and exploded out her mouth into a jumbled cacophony of sounds as her pleasure flooded her veins, like she'd taken a particularly good hit of the white stuff, and all she could do was hold onto Angelo's arms as her orgasm crested through her like the waves of the ocean.

Angelo's hips worked violently, chasing his own pleasure, until he couldn't hold back anymore.

He pulled out of her, moved to kneel over her chest, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and positioned his cock at her mouth. "Open up for me, baby," he rasped, his other hand stroking his rigid flesh with punishing strokes.

Elodie's mouth dropped open, her mind a bed of clouds, unseeing eyes riveted on the corded tendons of his neck as he threw his head back, eyes screwed shut.

"Here it comes," he said.

The head of his cock pushed into her opened mouth, and ropes and ropes of thick, salty and bitter liquid hit the back of her throat.

Elodie gagged, struggling to swallow as much as possible, but unable to when he pushed deeper, almost hitting the back of her throat with the fast mushroom tip.

Angelo was watching her now, chest heaving with the effort of his own orgasm, a small smile pushing up the corners of his mouth. "You look so beautiful like this, my cock in your mouth, cum dribbling out the sides of your lips."

He withdrew from her lips, shifting down her body, then leaned down to kissed her, sharing the taste of him with her, until she was clean and they both had to come up for air.

Then, he sat up, lifted her from the floor and planted her naked ass on his thighs, cradling her head on his chest.

"You did so good, Bambino," he praised, digging his fingers into her hair, and began rubbing her scalp gently. "You did so well."

Elodie basked in his words, pressing her cheeks deeper onto his strudy flesh. The gently thumps of his heartbeat lulled her into closing her eyes.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"My legs ache," she murmured.

"Some minutes in the hot tub would work that out."

"Hmmm."

She felt more than heard his amused laugh as he rose to his feet, cradling her in his arms.

Elodie must have dozed off, because when next she stirred, she was being lowered into a pool of steaming water. Angelo climbed in behind her.

Then, he moved them until her back was flush against his front, head resting on his shoulder.

They were on the balcony overlooking the acres of green land at the back of the house, and the sky was now a dull pink glow with Streaks of orange running through it.

Elodie sighed in content as she sank depper into the water. He was right. She could feel her aching muscles being soothed.

"Sleep now, baby," Angelo murmured above her head. "I've got you."

Her tongue felt too heavy in her mouth, and as such, she couldn't form a sensible sentence. So, Elodie just let her body weight press into him, and she floated off into a light slumber.

Minutes later, she felt disturbance in the air, and something told her not to stir or make a sound. She opened both eyes into a tiny slit that was enough to let her see the entrance of the balcony.

Rocco and Bones step out onto the balcony, eyes grave.

"What is it?" Angelo asked, voice cold at the audacity of his disturbing his down time.

"The seller is here in London, and he wants to meet with us," Bones said, looking a bit uneasy, shifting from one foot to the other.

"And have we found out who he is?" Angelo shifted a bit, jostling her, but Elodie made sure to keep her limbs loose.

"Yes."

Rocco and Bones exchanged an uneasy glance, fidgeting in place.

"Speak!" Angelo commanded.

Bones took the initiative after Rocco nudged him with his elbow. "Vasily Medvedev."

"Quell bastardo."

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A/N:

I promised y'all a scorching chapter and I delivered!!!

Angelo is one freaky bastard, innit? 😁

And our girl kept up, didn't she?

I hope I kept within Wattpad's guidelines with this chapter and they won't come for me.

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Did any of you know Vasily Medvedev is the seller? How?

What do you think he's playing at, disguising himself as a buyer for the one thing he wanted so bad?

Would Angelo react?

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