Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 55

 

"I love you, my Gigi," Leonardo says as he pushes me against the hotel elevator on the way to the top floor where we're staying.

Her lips taste forbidden and reminds me of everything that hurts me, of the damage that I will never be able to overcome. His lips are that condemnation that tries to capture me, that no matter how much I express my will to pursue my own path, he insists on seeking to be the only one in my life and condemning me to see no more life outside of what he himself implies.

I want it, I crave it like I never did with anyone, but not like this. No matter how much we scream, fight, and argue to exhaustion, here I am again in his arms, with his mouth glued to mine telling me:

“I love you like I've never been able to love anyone.”

My chest swells without being able to discern the differences between what I feel for him and what he feels for me.

It seems that the lack of my response in no way prevents him from drawing me back into his arms, causing me to be intoxicated by his perfume against his body, against that irascible manly touch that drives me crazy literally. That drives us both crazy to the point of violence.

The violence that permeates his kisses when he licks me, when he tastes me and when his delicious taste invades mine.

"Damn," he mumbles as we have to get out of the elevator and, as if the cameras don't matter, he drags me to the door of the room, both of us magnetized while my hands try to rip off his jacket.

And he reaches under the slit of my dress to get rid of my bra.

"No… you're not wearing a bra," he asserts.

I smile at him throatily.

“This dress doesn't go with a bra…”

”Shit, shit, shit” he mutters and, after tentatively passing the magnetic card to gain access to the room.

Inside, he rips my dress to shreds.

It hurt me a bit that he did that because I made the dress myself, but it's not something that matters to me now, maybe tomorrow. For that, I have a digitized industrial machine that would allow me to make hundreds of these even better dresses, perhaps, that he... gave me.

And everything comes back to hovering around him and nothing but him.

"You're so delicious," he asserts, leaving me only in panties and bending down to hold my buttocks, passing the living room and raising me on one of his shoulders.

"AAHH!" I complain. He's going to kill me!

“Calm down, my meat is delicious” and he gives me a hard spanking. “The meat must not scream, huh.”

“Yes, it does when it’s alive!”

Then he throws me on the bed, completely lewd, grabbing me by the wrists, turning me face down, and, as I try to turn myself up, he falls with all his weight on my back, pressing his lips below my earlobe.

"You're completely crazy," I accuse him.

"It doesn't offend me. It never did.”

Then I try to move my hands, discovering that he has immobilized them with his. One moment my dolls. It is no longer his hands that close on them but a kind of resistant tape of those modern ones that the security forces use to disable the hands of a criminal.

"What the fuck?" I mumble.

He grabs my neck from behind so I don't turn around and forces my chin against the mattress.

"I told you you'll be mine forever," he asserts.

I try to scream, but my chin makes it impossible for words to come out of my mouth. What the hell is he doing?!

“Please…! What…!”

"Calm down, bitch. I told you that I would be able to mark my territory and that no one else would touch you.”

"No... Y... You can’t!"

What the fuck does he mean by marking his territory and why the fuck won't he let me turn upside down in bed?

Then I feel his cock pushing between my buttocks.

Is it… perhaps…?

“I can’t? Of course, I can. It doesn't exist for me. The impossible has no place in my life, my love.”

First, he calls me a bitch and now I'm his love?

"Leo...nardo!"

"That's it," he insists. “Say my name. Shout my name.”

His cock opens the space in my butt. His wet fingers run and caress from my vagina in the middle area to my anus, that feels the pressure of the hard glans of this animal.

"You don't know how much it turns me on to feel how tight and wet you are. You'll see that no one else will dare to touch you as long as you're mine.”

“Leon…! OH!”

My voice cuts off as I feel a pain like a knife going through me or trying to start against my butt.

My heart rises in disastrous proportions. It can’t be!

"AH!" I yell.

"Bite the edge of the bed."

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