112. Like the dark god

ERICA

“Scopami, marito.” Fuck me, husband.

It seemed that those two words shredded the last threads of his self control and sanity, he gave me a dark smile that I had seen only a few times on his face. One of them was when he had used the belt to punish me after that masked party where I had put myself in danger and another was when he had lost his control and taken my virginity in that dark dungeon while I was suspended from the ceiling. Not to forget the last time when he had unleashed his beast on me in the castle before everything went to shit. It felt too long ago and yet the memories were still fresh like it had happened just yesterday, the thought of those particular memories made my core pulse with arousal.

Antonio gripped the waistband of my panties and tore them with a single flick of his wrist, and then promptly stuffed that scrap of red fabric in his pocket. I moaned when he made a V with his index and middle finger and parted