”No!
Please, don’t do this!” Rosa cried, clinging to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, unwilling to be set down beside the dead body.
A muscle ticked in Luciano’s jaw.
He knew she was pretending to be bold—there was no way she wasn’t terrified of a dead man lying in his blood.
“Too bad.
Your loss,” he said, flipping her onto the sofa.
His hands worked over his pants, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper.
He grabbed both her legs in his hands, pulling them up to lift her ass into the air before slapping her cheek hard.
The force made her yelp, her skin instantly flushing.
Watching his handprint bloom vibrant and visible against her flesh, he spanked her again, repeatedly.
One, two, three—she quickly lost count, her initial sobs of sharp pain gradually melting into pleasure without her even realizing it, her cries fracturing into helpless moans.
His eyes were stark black with raw lust as he parted her legs, folding them to press her knees flat against her chest before lining up the thick, glistening head of his cock.
The next moment, he rammed her shivering pussy with one ruthless thrust.
She gasped—God, he really did have a giant cock.
Yet, even that blinding ache wasn’t enough to dull her terror; the cold steel of the gun in his hand still brushed against her skin, a constant reminder that one single mistake would get her shot dead.
He hauled her legs up onto his shoulders, tilting her hips off the sofa.
His fingers, still holding the steel, dug deep into her soft thighs as he began slamming into her faster, pistoning his dick mercilessly into her cunt.
The position forced her open so painfully deep, and his pace was so relentless that she could feel the head of his shaft bruising the very mouth of her womb.
And she knew she could definitely get pregnant this way if his seeds were released where they needed to go.
As he thrust into her deep and fast, she forgot about the dead body or the gun still in his hand.
Her body was numb from pleasure, her mind spinning from ecstasy.
No matter what kind of monster he was, he knew very well how to satisfy the women beneath him.
His cold, unreadable eyes studied her face, finding the flush of her cheeks, her parted lips, and her heavy breaths fanning his skin frustratingly fascinating.
His hand, still gripping the gun, wedged between their bodies.
The hard, freezing steel barrel rubbed ruthlessly against her sensitively swollen clit, making her cries of mingled pain and pleasure shatter the quiet room.
Her back arched violently off the sofa, her body betraying her by begging for more despite her desperate urge to resist.
The sheer danger of this ruthless man inside her was becoming too much to bear.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she began to sob, crying for him to stop before the overwhelming intensity killed her.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t want to stop—but as her pussy clenched violently around him and her loud cries filled the room, he was pulled under.
For a moment, he was blank, drowned in pleasure—but then he realized he had never lost control like this.
No woman had ever made him climax without his will.
That thought only fueled his anger further.
He stared down at the little vixen beneath him.
Her eyes were closed now, tears spilling from the corners to smear her mascara, while her heavy, ragged pants made her seem utterly breathless.
He crashed his mouth onto hers with fierce anger, kissing her roughly and making her already swollen, red lips bleed.
Rosa cried and moaned, clenching her eyes tightly in pain.
She tried to free her lips, but he was so overpowering and heavy that she couldn’t move him an inch.
It was so difficult for her to breathe, and she felt herself about to faint before he finally broke the kiss.
She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears and anger, but he only gave her a dark glance.
Wiping the blood from her lips with his thumb and then sucking it into his own mouth, he rasped, “I’m paying a hundred times more for this—so why can’t I get my money’s worth?”
The taunt and mockery in his tone made her avert her eyes.
She knew he was a devil incarnate in human form, yet she still couldn’t bear to see him so cruel and inhuman.
She couldn’t believe that the man she once loved could be like this, even after everything that had happened.
Later, Luciano took Rosa to his mansion and didn’t let her sleep the whole night.
He claimed her cruelly in every way he wanted, never forgetting to humiliate her by reminding her that he was paying for sex, so he could do whatever he pleased.