“Be casual, follow my lead,” I say as I guide her to the side, walking away from my parked car.

“Where are we going?”

“Just stay close to me,” I say as softly as if I were teaching her how to drive a car. “Do what I say, and be ready to run if I tell you to.”

“You know I won’t,” she says, tenacious even in a tense situation, and I can’t help but smile. That’s my girl.

“Then just be ready,” I say, my hand on the small of her back as I guide her.

There’s going to be trouble tonight. That much is unavoidable. I know we have eyes on us now, and it won’t be long before they close in. But if we’re going to have a fight, I will pick the battleground. We’ll do things on my terms.

The boardwalk is next to the aquarium. It’s still only as well-lit as the street lights will let it be, but there are less surprises in an open space than in a parking lot. I guide us onto the wooden planks, empty for a long way on either side by this time of the evening. Most people are either heading home or know better than to hang around the waterfront at night.

It’s mostly empty, anyway. My eyes have been scanning the area as I guide Serena out, and by the time we step onto the boardwalk, I’ve spotted the men following us out there. There are three of them. I size them up. They’re big, one of them almost as big as me.

“Bruno?” Serena whispers.

“Remember what I said,” I assure her as I guide her to the nearest light, watching the shadowy figures present themselves about ten paces away from us. The looks on their faces tell me they’re about as ready to drop the pretense as I am. Riegelmann Boardwalk is basically a straight line—two of them are up ahead of us, and the big guy is behind us.

“You boys lost?” I say to them, looking between both of them. “This area can be a little dangerous at night.”

“Shut the fuck up, Lomaglio,” the big one addresses me by my last name, his deep voice rumbling from a mouth with a missing front tooth. “You know what this is about.”

“Oh, Lorenzo wants his teeth back? Sorry, didn’t bring ‘em with me,” I say, rolling my shoulders back as they take steps forward. “Tell him to meet me himself if he wants ‘em. I’d say you could bring back some of your own and tell him they’re his, but it looks like you tried that already.”

As he makes a snarling face, I notice his hand twitch as if for a gun, but he stops himself. The NYPD station is just a block away. I have no doubt the cops have been paid off to turn a blind eye to the area for the next hour or so. That kind of thing happens all the time, even by my own associates. But even so, I’m guessing they didn’t give a bribe big enough to ignore gunshots in the police’s back yard.

Instead, I see the big guy’s fist glimmer in the lamplight with a pair of brass knuckles.

“Fuck him up, boys, and take the girl,” he orders, and he moves forward while the two in front charge.

I turn in time to see the two of them, the flash of a knife in the hand of each. Serena hunches down on instinct, and I step forward to put myself between her and them.

One lunges, but I turn with his strike and simply grab his wrist to pull him along, using his own momentum to throw him off-balance while I deal with the other guy.

The second knife swings from below, but I can see it coming from a mile away, and I simply catch him by the fist and squeeze. The muscles of my thick forearms ripple as he throws a wild punch with his other hand, but by the time it strikes my jaw, he’s already screaming in agony as his wrist crunches with a sickening noise in my grip.

I hear Serena gasp from behind me. It makes me all the more furious that these fuckers are spoiling our date.

I answer his weak punch by seizing his other wrist, leaving him totally open, and my knee shoots up to the dead-center of his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. His knife falls to the ground as he doubles over and crumples to the ground. I kick the knife far away.

It might be useful, but it’s not worth bending over to pick up.

Especially not as I hear a grunt from behind me, and the squirrelly man I threw off-balance a moment ago throws his arms around my neck. I catch his fist just in time to see the point of the blade aimed at my throat.

My jaw clenches as I hold the man’s weapon away from me, both of us twisting as we struggle against each other. He’s stronger than he looks, but not strong enough to overcome me.

“Turn him around!” the big guy commands, and I hear Serena’s yelp with the sound of flesh striking flesh.

My anger burns in me like a flame, and I see red.

Adrenaline surges through every corner of my body. I twist the man’s knife away and crouch down to hurl him over my shoulder, hearing him thump solidly on the ground before my fist comes down on his face. There’s the sound of cracking bone, and I know I’ve broken more than his nose when the force turns his head and puts him out cold.

An angry roar behind me makes me jump up to face the big guy, but what I see surprises me. He has Serena by the wrist, trying to hold her up and keep her off-guard—him grabbing her must have been the sound I heard. But in Serena’s right hand is a little black cylinder.

She turns her head and shuts her eyes as the little can of pepper spray unleashes on him, and the man shouts out in pain and drops Serena, who scurries back while he wipes his eyes.

“Fucking brat! I’ll kill you both!” he shouts, opening bloodshot eyes that fall squarely on me. His heavy footsteps carry him toward me, giving me enough time to square up and anticipate the jab he comes in with.

By his build and the way he carries himself, even with eyes full of pepper spray, I can tell this guy must be a boxer. A lot of them trickle down into the mob’s ranks, and I know what to expect when this gorilla of a man comes swinging.

A jab and a cross first, brass knuckles humming through the air as if they were blades. A basic combo. With simple, quick movements, I dodge the blows, just like when I play-fought with the guys behind Uncle Carlo’s shop. But instead of the hook I’m expecting, he surprises me with a left uppercut. I move fast, and it glances off the side of my face, leaving my ears ringing for a moment.

I see him getting ready for another onslaught—it’s going to be hard to get this guy close enough to grapple. He lunges in for another jab, but I’m faster this time and catch him on the nose. He blinks in confusion, and then I see his face contort in pain after the sound of a thud from behind him. He reaches over his shoulder with his teeth gritted…

And I see Serena backing away from him in shock at what she’s done, moments before the big guy turns enough for me to see the switchblade she just sunk into his back.

I take the opening. In half a second, I side-step him to get behind him, and in the instant that he rips Serena’s blade out, I wrap my arms around him in a sleeper hold. He snarls—it’s astounding he’s even still standing—and he starts stabbing blindly behind him with the switchblade, trying to sink it into my leg. I hold my grip, an expert at controlling my foes this close up, and I feel the man’s bulk start to get heavier as his strength leaves him.

Finally, the sound of the switchblade hitting the ground tells me it’s over. I let the man collapse to the pavement awkwardly, and I step back, surveying our work. But I only do so long enough to make sure nobody’s moving.

As soon as I have, I turn and embrace Serena, who’s shaking in my arms as I hug her close to me, tears staining my shirt.

“O-o-oh my God, did I kill him?!” she stammers in a panic, and I can’t help but smile as I rock her gently, stroking her hair to calm her down.

“No, no, Serena, everything’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“Bruno, I-I’ve never used that knife before, I just had it and thought-”

“You were wonderful,” I say, holding her shoulders and pulling her back enough to look her in those shining eyes, beaming at her.

And with adrenaline still pumping through my body, she’s never looked more attractive to me. Her slender frame feels so right in these hands of mine, fresh from protecting her without a weapon on hand. And as her panicked form stops shaking while she looks up at me, I see a glint of the same in her eyes.

As if we had the same thought, we dive at each other in a deep kiss, and my hand goes to her ass when I feel my manhood growing between my legs.

But after a second that felt like an eternity, I break the kiss and whisper, “Come on, we need to get out of here.”

* * *

“I’m staying the night,” I say firmly once we’re through the front door of her place and I lock it. I used one of the men’s knives to slash their car tires before I drove us off. After that beating, those men would be lucky if they were awake by morning, much less able to track us down with their battered bodies.

Still, I’m not going anywhere. For more than one reason.

“Are you sure they didn’t follow us?” Serena gasps, almost forgetting to take off her jacket when she steps inside, hand starting to shake again. She’s gotten jittery in waves between then and the ride to her home.

“Yes.”

“Oh my god, Bruno, they were trying to kill you!”

“Yes.”

“A-are you sure you’re okay?” she says, rushing up to me and looking me over, “I-”

I silence her by putting a hand to her soft lips, looking at her steadily in the eyes. “Yes.”

Without another word, I pull her into me and bring my lips to hers. I feel and hear a soft, surprised gasp from her before she starts to melt into me. We both have so much pent-up energy left over from the rush of the fight, and we desperately need somewhere to put it.

“You did well tonight,” I say as she tugs my hand, beckoning me to be quiet as she leads me to her bedroom. It’s on the far corner of the house, and she relaxes once the door clasps shut.

“I was so scared,” she breathes as she tilts her head back, exposing her neck to me now that we’re in private. I take the bait and attack her neck, kisses running up and down the sensitive skin, teeth grazing it and making her gasp. “Bruno, if you hadn’t been there-”

“You made me proud,” I say, quieting her with a squeeze of her ass. “You’ve become a strong woman, passerotta mia.” We kick our shoes off in a hurry, and I haven’t even gotten her top off before my hand gropes her chest, cupping a breast and savoring the feel of it through the thin fabric. She shivers at my touch. My other hand goes to her ass as I work her back toward the bed.

Finally, I sit her down on it, and I kneel over her, sliding my hand up to her back as we stare into each other’s eyes, seeing the passion in each other’s gaze. “I’ve gotten strong? What even was that?”

I run my fingers into her hair, letting the silky feel of it run over my hand like water. “My work isn’t something to be proud of, Serena.”

“It does have its perks,” she says, her eyes roving over the rippling muscle of my body, and I see her bite her lip as she runs her hands down my sides before reaching the hem of my shirt. She tugs at it, looking up at me with a pout to her lip.

It’s a look I’ve seen before, and it still teases the same fire in me.

“You are a brat, you know that?” I tease, and a smile tugs her lips into a curl.

“Just for you.”

I tear her top off up over her head, tossing it to the side. I glower down at her exposed form, nothing but a bra left on her chest, and with one hand, I unhook it and let it slide off her arms before easing her down onto the soft cushions.

Her breasts free, I descend on them. I let my hot breath wash over her nipple, panting over it like I’m about to devour it, and she arches her back, gasping as I play with the sensitive nub of her nipple relentlessly. My teeth toy with it, grazing against its sides ever so gently. Feeling the nipple harden under my tongue sends fire through me. My hand moves to her other nipple, and I run my thumb over it to excite it as well.

The taste of her is delicious. My tongue lashes back and forth over her nipple, darting out to play between my teeth before I toy with her stiff nipple and cover the area with my mouth.

My other hand gropes her breast, possessing her, letting her know she is mine. I push my thumb against the bottom of her nipple and flick it and rub it gently with my index finger. I can make my thick hands handle delicate things, when I want them to.

Her nipples stiffen, and her breathing is quick under me. I can feel her legs squirming, and I know just how much she’s getting bothered between her thighs. It brings a smile to me, even as my mouth moves across her breast playfully, teasingly.

I shouldn’t be doing this. This is dangerous for both of us. But if we’re going to face danger anyway, I want to us to face it together.

I turn my eyes up as I nip her breasts, and I see a mess of blonde hair spilling around her neck and shoulders, mouth hanging open as she whimpers for me. I raise my head away from her breasts, replacing my teeth with my hand on her right breast. I have to look down on Serena.

On my woman.

Her limbs are sprawled out across the bed, long and willowy. She looks like some dancer exhausted from practice, but I’m just getting her started. She turns her eyes to me as she feels the change, and color rushes to her cheeks at the sight of me looming over her, thumbs roving possessively over her nipples.

She bites her lip, and I take my hands away to pull my shirt off over my head and toss it to the floor, displaying my body over her.

Even though she’s seen it bare before, even recently, the light I see spark up in her eyes is like she’s never seen anything like me before. I feel pride swell up in my chest as I roll my shoulders back, and her gaze meets mine.

To be able to get such a stir from a woman as beautiful as Serena is a thrill. And it should be—she deserves nothing but the very best.

I descend upon her again, this time cupping my hand under her neck and bringing my mouth to it. I kiss her, my other hand holding her by the wrist and splaying out her body as I start to rock my pelvis into her. Even through our pants, I know she can feel my hardness. I’ve been with women, sure, but nobody has ever made me as ready for love as Serena makes me. Every cell in my body cries out for her when I’m near her.

I run my hands down her body to her hips, and I bring my mouth to her lips. She lifts her head up with a whimper to meet me, and I smile into the kiss as I pull her hips up into me, rocking into her gently while her arms slip around my neck to hold on. Her lips are soft, and I let out a low groan into them before her tongue starts trying to tease mine out. I hold nothing back from her. My tongue dives into her mouth, and we play with each other while I feel a pulse go through my hard body.

I want her. I need her. We don’t even need to speak to know how badly we desire each other. My rough hands run up and down her body, feeling every inch of smooth, olive skin. It’s the easiest thing in the world to pick her up and turn her however I please, and when I slide her up the couch, she giggles at being held by me, squirming in the cushions, looking up at me with playful eyes.

“You’re playing with fire, princess,” I say with a low rumble to my voice, but I know Serena and the look in her eyes well enough to know that she likes playing with fire.

In a swift motion, I tear the buttons of her jeans apart, and she gasps when I tug her pants down over her thighs. She tries to kick them the rest of the way off, but I don’t want to wait. I yank them the rest of the way off, panties and all, before I slide my hand under the small of her back and lift her legs up.

I run my mouth over her inner thigh, fingers squeezing her soft flesh as I let my breath wash over her, face tickling her as I rove over it.

“God, Bruno,” she whines, trying in vain, “God, I need you in me, don’t keep me waiting!”

I deliver a quick slap to her bare ass, feeling the taut skin quiver under my touch, and she gives a yelp of delight as I squeeze her. “I’m going to take my time devouring you,” I growl, “you’re too sweet not to savor.”

She opens her mouth to respond, but I silence her by lowering my head and dragging my tongue across her slit.

A long, hissing gasp escapes her, and I listen to it hang in the air like a musical note as I look at her lower lips. They’re swollen with need like my cock is, and the darker, endlessly sensitive skin folds in on itself, just begging for attention. Her whole body is crying out for me. Just the thought that I have the power to bother her figure so much makes me swell so hard I think my shaft is going to burst from my pants.

I bring my face closer again, breathing heavily on the smooth surface of her pussy. I breathe in, and the heady scent of her makes me want to turn her over and thrust inside of her until neither of us can move anymore.

And I will. But not yet.

I let my tongue forth again, letting it slide through her lips and taste just how ready she is, savoring the flavor of the hot entry the tip of my tongue dances across. I slide my tongue deep into her, as deep as I can, probing and exploring like I own this sanctuary of hers. As the taste of her drives me wild, I reach up and grab her breast with one hand while the other cradles her ass.

Her honey is like wine to me. My tongue dives in, again and again, and I feel her pushing her hips up at me with each stroke. Her breathing is shallow, and each time I reach some new part of her that I haven’t touched yet, I hear a gasp to reward me. She’s coaxing me further.

She’s my brat, and she knows how to get me to dig into her. She likes getting more than she bargained for.

My tongue delves deep into her, drawing up more honey with each sweep. The inside of her vagina is hot, tense, endlessly needy. The more I enter her, the more she wants. I lose track of where my tongue has gone as it slides across the landscape within her.

All I know is that my face is soaked, and so are her lips. A few moments ago, they were puffy with need, and now, a gorgeous sheen glistens on them.

Her legs wrap around my sides as best they can—her legs are long, but my chest is thick with muscle. I can’t help but smile at her efforts. I decide to reward her by driving her home.

I draw my tongue up to her clit, and the tip of my tongue darts onto her swollen nub to the sound of a sharp gasp. Fuck, she’s close already.

I start to torment her, swirling just beyond her clit, edging nearer with each stroke as she claws at my back and the couch desperately. I think about all the years her poor clit has gone without my touch. I have a lot of time to make up for.

I drive my tongue in and lavish her nub with attention, pushing and flicking around it freely. It’s a matter of seconds before her steady gasping becomes a high-pitched squeal, and she tries to close her legs as her honey flows onto my tongue, but I use my hands to keep her thighs apart. “You’re not getting free so easy,” I growl, and I attack her again.

My lips close around the area of her cunt as I savor her taste. My tongue dives deep into her, and I bring it up slowly, painfully slowly, to her clit, where I torment her until she’s squirming relentlessly in my hands.

I raise my eyes enough to look at her, and there’s a smile of absolute bliss on her face as I take her with my mouth. Her first orgasm left her glowing, and I know she’s tingling head to toe, but even so, she wants more.

She’s panting by the time I decide I’ve had my fill of her heady wine. Slowly, I push myself to my knees, looming over her like a statue. She bats her eyelashes at me, worrying her lip as her eyes stare up at me in a haze.

“Fuck, look at you” I say, running my hands up and down her thighs gently, wetting my lips at the sight of her. I dive back down to her nipples, my hands grasping her wrists as she gasps, but I feel them tug away.

“Wait,” she breathes, and I stop, lifting my head to meet her gaze. As her eyes lock with mine, she loses her words for a moment, but I follow her gaze down to the bulge outlined in my pants. “I...I want to taste you,” she says, the thirst in her voice so thick I can hear it in every syllable.

I give her a challenging smile. “You think you can do to me what I did to you?” I say, moving further up to her to hold her chin in my fingers. I lower my come-soaked lips to her mouth, and we kiss, a moan between us as I feel her hips push up into me. “Don’t you know you already ruin me?” I growl when our lips part. “Or are you just a greedy little girl?”

“All of the above?” she says with a shy edge to her voice, and I sit back, taking my belt off and setting it on the floor. I see the hunger in her eyes as she pulls her legs back and folds them under her, and I take my time. My thick hands move to the button of my pants, undoing them one by one. The tight muscles of my stomach make a V leading down below the waist of my pants, promising what’s below.

She waits, as if waiting for a word from me, but she fidgets impatiently as she watches my hands start to slide my pants down. She starts to move forward when she can see the thick base of the shaft. I want to tease her a little longer, but the sight of her so hungry for me, her lips so needy—I’m not so cruel as to keep her waiting any longer.

I pull my pants down and let my mast free, standing stiff and swollen. She reaches out for it carefully, as if touching something valuable, and when her soft fingers finally stroke up its length, I feel a shiver of pleasure run up me.

She’s going to make me eat my words now that I’ve eaten her out.

She wraps her hand around the girth of my shaft, feeling its weight, and her other hand strokes it up to the bulging crown. It stands even stiffer at her touch. It wants to be inside her as much as she wants it. As much as I want it.

I lean back with her gently before she parts her lips and puts them to my crown, and warmth washes over me when I feel her tongue on the tip of my cock. She lets out a gentle moan into it as her thumbs slide down the sides of it, feeling every detail, every vein, and I see her hips squirm. She’s imagining it inside her, and that only spurs her on as she opens her mouth a little more to take more of me in.

My neck leans my head back to the arm of the couch as my whole crown gets bathed in her tongue, and one of her hands takes my balls in her hand. She’s soft and warm, innocently playing with the weight of my heavy, needy balls, not realizing how much tension she’s playing with.

Or maybe she does. My woman likes playing with fire.

As her tongue starts to rove further down the soft underside of my shaft, I look down at her to see her eyes glittering at me. She slides more of my shaft into her mouth, and I can feel her whole tongue moving under me, sending wave after wave of pleasure up me. I let out a deep groan as she runs the tip of her tongue from the bottom to the tip of my cock, then again and again.

“Fuck, Serena,” I groan, reaching out and taking a fistful of her hair—I don’t hold her back, I just hold her, letting her know I can tug her around and steer her however I like. “You’re the same brat I was sneaking around with when we were teenagers,” I say, my voice gravelly.

She arches her back instinctively at my words, the warmth of her mouth utterly engulfing my cock. I’m impressed by how much of it she can take in, and her soft moans of pleasure spur me on, growing stiffer, more swollen, more ready for her than ever.

Her fingers play with my balls while her other hand feels the base of my shaft that her lips can’t quite reach. My cock is so far in her that I worry she’ll choke, but I’m keeping a close watch on her, ready to pull her back if she gets too greedy.

She lavishes my cock with attention like I tortured her pussy with my mouth, her face telling me how much she loves the feel of my cock sitting on her tongue, the taste of me, the feel of my shaft pulsing when she finds a way to stroke it that makes it twitch just right for her.

Dangerously so. She finds a way to move her tongue along the base of my crown to the head of my cock that makes my whole crotch tighten, and she can feel it in my balls. Excited by what she’s discovered, she starts to stroke it more, her tongue lashing over it as her playful eyes flutter up at me.

My jaw hangs open, and I feel the tension building up in my whole body. It’s so great that my balls ache with need, and I can tell just how badly she wants to release the pearly reward for her efforts.

It’s tempting to give her what she wants—knowing that she takes so much pleasure from knowing how to unlock the best secrets of this massive, musclebound body of mine gives me so much pleasure. But as she starts unconsciously moving her hips when my body nears the point of no return, I know there are other parts of her that need attention.

Before that mouth of her makes me spill over the edge, I tighten my grip on her hair just enough to tug her back. She fights me a moment, but my hand is strong, and she reluctantly lets go of my cock.

When her mouth comes off it, it’s more swollen than ever, now glistening with her. She sticks a lip out at me as I sit up and take her chin in my hand, brushing my thumb over that pouty lip.

“Do you think I’d let you drive me there when that pussy of yours is still so needy?”

She wets her lips at that, and her hands rove up my hips to feel my sides.

“You know I’m yours,” she breathes, a blush in her cheeks as she says the words. “I just get greedy sometimes.”

“I know,” I say, reaching down to the floor. She follows my hand as it grasps the belt on the floor, and her eyes widen. “That’s why I’m going to make sure you behave for me.”

I stand up, nodding for her to turn around. She looks at me curiously, wonder in her face, but I reassure her, running my fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry,” I husk lowly, “I’ve got you. Tell me if you want me to stop. The safeword is Crimson.”

“Crimson,” she nods, licking her lips, and she doesn’t resist when I gently take her hands and cross her wrists behind her back. I use the belt to tie them together, and she shivers as she realizes what I’ve done, testing her restraints. “What are you going to do to me?” she asks, her voice heavy with desire.

I take my shirt and rip it, making her gasp, and I do it again until I’ve got a black strip of cloth in my hands that I bring to her. “Show you that you’re mine,” I growl before I put the black cloth over her eyes and tie it behind her hair.

My Serena starts to squirm around on the bed, but I chuckle at her softly before I scoop her up in my arms. She yelps, and I carry her over to the wall. The way she feels in my arms never gets old.

“I could hold you forever,” I whisper into her ear, and I feel her shiver, a smile playing across her lips.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks.

“No farther,” I say.

Before she can speak again, I shift her in my hands so I’m holding her by the ass, and I let her back fall gently against the wall. My girl, my prisoner, sits there in my hands, wrapping her legs around my waist as best she can as she realizes what’s about to happen. It looks rough, with her hands tied behind her back and her eyes blindfolded, but I’m careful with her. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t know what I was doing.

When I look down at her exposed, vulnerable, tormented pussy, my cock stiffens as much as it had when it was a prisoner of Serena’s lips.

“Remember,” I say in a husky voice as I lower her just enough to perch her lower lips on the tip of my cock. The moment it touches, my cock swells to attention, and her mouth falls open. Every time I prepare to enter her, it seems she forgets just how big I am for her. “The moment you need me to stop, say Crimson. Until then...you’re mine.”

With those words, I let her sink onto my shaft, and she lets out a cry of pleasure as we lock into each other like my cock and her pussy were made for each other. Immediately, I start bucking into her, and she’s utterly paralyzed by me, mouth wide open as her toes curl and her hips thrust forward.

“Oh, oh God, fuck!” she cries. We’re both so slick that we grind into each other effortlessly, moving so fast, so wonderfully that I can already feel her tightening. “Bruno, I’m gonna-”

She loses her voice to a silent scream, biting down on her lower lip to muffle it. I feel her whole body pulse around me, heels digging into my hips as I thrust myself up into her to the hilt. Her honey floods me, and I can hear it with each new thrust. I don’t let up. I ride her pleasure like a wave that’s about to break. Holding her effortlessly in my hands, I pull back and angle her back just so that I can hit the top of her inner depths better.

When the tip of my cock grinds against her g-spot, her silent scream becomes a real one. Just for a beautiful moment, she loses control of herself as I buck into her like a machine. My hips are a piston, moving with such precision and regular force, taming the wildfire that her body has become. Her mouth hangs open and her cheeks are blushing furiously. Every now and then, I see her trying to tilt her head back to look at my body past the blindfold, but another orgasm seizes her.

I can feel every inch of her, from the depths that my cock is thrusting into to the outermost lips kissing my base with every thrust. I feel her quick heartbeat through my cock, and I know she can feel my own powerful pulse.

That isn’t the only pulse she’s getting, either.

She’s like a doll in my hands as I fuck her, but this is Serena. She tightens her pussy around me, thrusting as much as her spasming body will let her. Her golden hair spills over her shoulder as her head leans this way and that. She’s totally in my power. And seeing that excite her so much fills me with pride.

I lean back to impale her on my cock, and now I’m doing most of the work, fucking her rough and hard while I move her. My pace never lets up. I’m hard as a rock, and I don’t think I could get any harder or more needy. My balls are in such urgent need of emptying into her that they’re sore.

The more I explore within her, the hotter my love for her burns. “You’re my girl, Serena,” I whisper huskily as I pump into her, “just as much now as you were before.”

“Fuck, Bruno,” she whimpers, “fuck, I need you so bad!”

I let her sink onto my cock, letting more of her weight onto it, but my cock still holds her up as strong as ever. When I buck up into her, it’s like I’m bouncing her on it alone, and a sharp cry from her lets me know she’s come yet again.

I’ve lost count by now. She’s trying to make me come, I can feel it, but I’ve won this time—I’ve got the control over her.

She clenches her pussy as tight as she can as she thrusts, struggling against her restraints like a little prisoner, and I wrap a hand around the back of her neck. “I’ll fuck you until I’m good and done with you, Serena,” I growl, and she lets out a desperate sigh, a pouting gasp as I buck up into her fiercely.

Her back is grinding against the wall, but she hasn’t shown a single sign of letting up, no hint of saying that simple word that will make me stop. Crimson. She’s a brave girl, that’s for sure. My girl.

I feel another orgasm pulse through her body, but she’s on the verge of going limp. “Bruno,” she gasps, “Bruno, I-I don’t know how much more I can--oh God!” She whimpers the last words, and I groan into her as she writhes on my cock.

I slide my hand down from her neck to hold her back, and now, I’m holding her as much as she’s leaning on the wall. She’s utterly wrapped around me, calves tight against my rock-hard sides. She thrusts up against me with her chest out, and I feel my body revolt against me—it wants to have her, and it wants her now.

I let out a sharp groan as I feel myself crashing into those first few seconds before the orgasm, and I start pounding into her g-spot so that she lets out a cry of absolute bliss.

Just as I feel her honey wash over my red-hot cock, my balls tighten, and a stronger pulse of release than I’ve felt in a very, very long time shocks my whole frame. My jaw falls open, and my whole body goes paralyzed as a shot of hot come releases itself into her.

The first pulse hasn’t even ended before the second one follows, and it’s even stronger than the last. My knees feel weak, and a lesser man might have buckled. The second shot spills into her hot and fast, and Serena sighs in ecstasy, letting her head fall back to the wall as she pushes her hips up, drinking me in with each pulse.

It lasts for what feels like an eternity, my body tightening and relaxing in a flurry of feeling that makes me want to stay buried in her forever. Finally, when the pulsing starts to let up, I stay rock-hard inside her, gently thrusting up and teasing a surprised little gasp from her.

My heart pounds in my chest as I feel such incredible relief. The look in Serena’s blushing face tells me she’s feeling what I’m feeling even more.

“Cazzo,” I breathe, my whole body feeling like it could sleep for a hundred years. She’s basically pudding in my hands, utterly limp as my thrusting slows to a stop.

“Bruno, that was...I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that,” she says, genuine wonder in her voice. I give her a loving squeeze on the ass as I slowly step back. She gasps as I start to slide my cock out. It’s a strange feeling, the cool air on my cock again as it glistens in the light. Some of my seed spills out of her with the cock, and I feel a strange pride at the sight of her.

I’ve marked her.

With my cock out, I gently take her in my arms and walk her to the bed, where I lay her on her side before slipping my pants off the rest of the way and getting into bed after her. She’s a melted mess, chest rising and falling. I move my hands to her wrists gently, and I take care in undoing the restraints I made for her.

The moment her hands are free, she brings them to her front again as I slip into the big spoon position behind her. My cock is still stiff, and she draws in a sharp, shivering breath as it slides against her. She lets the breath out with a pleased moan.

I take her tiny wrists in my hands and rub them with my thumbs. I bring one to my lips and breathe on it, kissing the light pink marks. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she says, smiling, “it’s a little rough, but I like it. I just hope my mom didn’t hear.”

I smile and gently take off her blindfold. Her warm brown eyes flutter open, and she looks back at me. The heart I’ve worked so hard to harden over the years melts at the sight of those eyes. I wrap my arms around her and hug her to me, and she snuggles in with a contented sigh.

“God, I could fall asleep right now,” she says, and I can practically feel the relaxation in her voice, the utter satisfaction that drips from every word.

“That’s the adrenaline coming down,” I say, rubbing her arm. I walk on my knees over to her and gently turn her onto her stomach. I straddle her, and before she can speak, I start running my hands up and down her back slowly, firmly enough for her to really feel it. Instantly, I hear a soft sigh of pleasure from her.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, eyes half-shutting as I feel her relaxed muscles melt to my touch. “Are you like, a real person?”

I give her a light slap on the asscheek, and she squeals then giggles, wiggling her ass up into me as I rub her back.

“You did so well today, Serena,” I say, “I mean that. Both the fight and... everything else,” I say, my voice taking a husky undertone. “And you went through a lot more excitement than you’re used to. You need to come down slow from that.”

“I’ve never done anything with like, bondage and stuff,” she muses into the blanket. “Is this uh, aftercare?”

“Something like that, if that’s how you wish to think about it,” I say, finding myself grinning at her innocence as my hands rub the spot on her back where she was against the wall. “Aftercare usually doesn’t come after a knife-fight with a bunch of thugs, though.”

“Doesn’t it?” she laughs, but it soon relaxes into a sleepy sigh. “I think...I think I like it, though,” she says. “I wish we could get some more alone-time that doesn’t come with life-threatening danger every now and then.”

I flip her onto her back and put my fists on either side of her, looming over her and smiling warmly down at her form, then up to her face. Her golden hair spills all around her like the sun. I bend down and press my lips to hers.

When we part, I move my mouth to her ear and whisper, “If that’s what you want, maybe you’re with the wrong guy, dolcezza.” Her face turns serious, contemplating my words so direly.