Chapter 80: Nightmares
Chapter 80: Nightmares
Camilla
"Much better." Those are the last words that left his mouth before he brought his hips up himself, slowly pushing into me and causing my mouth to fall open in a silent sound of both pleasure and pain.
"Fuck!" I barely even managed to gasp as he kept moving, not stopping until he was fully seated inside me and making me feel the most full I have ever felt before.
I couldn't do anything but try to find my breath as my hips were pushed down, his díck twitching inside me.
"Oh my goodness." I panted, my walls clenching and unclenching repeatedly at the sudden fullness.
"Whenever you are ready, darling." He said through clenched teeth, evidence of him trying to allow me some time to adjust to his size.
This time, I am thankful for his restraints, needing those extra few seconds before I raised myself up nearly to the tip before slamming myself back down hard. Both of us cry in pleasure and after that single moment, fucking him is all my brain is capable of thinking about right now. He lifts his two knees up behind me for my back to rest against as I grab onto his toned thighs for balance.
With one final breath, I began to move, each motion sending more and more pleasure sparking throughout both of our bodies. Nothing can beat this moment, not when both of us are melting into each other's touches and my body already trembling as I fuck myself onto his díck over and over again, allowing that blinding hot rush of pleasure to overtake every one of my sense.
"Fuck, you are too good. You are taking me so well." His words combined with circling on my clit has my juice leaking out of me, making it that much easier for him to drive his hips upwards, taking back complete control.
I didn't fight it either as he bounces me and brings me down to meet his every thrust, reaching deeper than I ever thought imaginable and clearly determined to not leave a single part of my body unsatisfied.
"Domenico!" His name slipped out of my mouth in a whimper before I could even stop it but to my surprise, it only caused him to slam into me harder, with more desperation.
"Say that again." He ordered and I didn't waste a second before moaning out his name again, only for him to growl.
"Such a good girl."
I moaned his name until it became a chant on my tongue, begging and pleading for him to do more, to send the both of us over that edge together.
"What do you need, darling? What will get you there?" He asked over his own groan when I unconsciously tightened myself around his length.
"I..I don't know, sir." I stuttered, my brain becoming a desperate mess as I felt a knot of pleasure growing tighter and tighter in my core, unable to find the end that will manage to undo the whole thing with one tug.
He continues to rub his thumb on my clit, unprovoked as he tries to contain his own orgasm, still working up from the release he never got earlier from my mouth. Then swiftly and with no warning at all, the knees keeping my body upright spread and I am pushed down on my back. He wasted no time before slamming himself down into me harder and sending ripples of pleasure throughout every inch of my being.
Over and over again, I take his díck, gasping and moaning and writhing in a sensation that can only be described as pure ecstasy.
"Cum," he commanded, shoving his length as far as he could inside me, triggering both of our orgasms on demand.
My eye rolled to the back of my head as blinding hot pleasure crashed through me, the feeling of his own release coating my walls and adding to the continuous waves of my climax taking over my body.
"Sir!" I moaned as he gave three more hard, deep thrust, emptying himself inside me. My walls grip his dick like a vice, determined to milk him for every last part.
I could feel him trembling above me from the intensity of his orgasm, my own body doing the exact same thing. For multiple minutes, the both of us just remain there panting, looking at each other's fully sated forms with him still inside me. We both watch as he eventually pulls out, a mixture of both of our cum leaking out of me and onto the bed sheets.
Neither of us can bring ourselves to mind the mess though as he rolls over to my side and pulls my spent body flushed against him. I know in a few minutes, I will have to get up and use the bathroom and he and I would likely need a shower after what we have done.
But for now, all I wanted is to lay here in his arms, content and calmed by every inhale of his familiar and comforting presence.
Adriano POV
I can't feel a single part of my body right now, nothing at all. I barely acknowledge the blood currently dripping off my body, both my own and the blood of my two most recent kills. Numbness is the best word to accurately describe the way I am feeling right now.
Despite that, I can still recognize the rapid beating of my heart and the adrenaline pumping so strongly through my veins, my body is reacting before my brain can consciously command.
Dodging the skilled swing of the knife slashing down at me, I grabbed the back of the man's neck forcefully smashing his head hard against the concrete containments of the arena. I heard as his bones shattered under my grip and I watched as his blood splattered out violently upon impact.
While I know he died the second his head hits the wall, I continued making a point to every other participant in this ring and showing them exactly what they are dealing with. The Grim fucking Reaper, that is what I am.
Only once the man in my grip is completely limp and ruined to the point of being unrecognized do I stop, throwing him to the floor at my feet. My eyes darkened and my body covered in the blood of my opponents, I turned to face the witnesses and an evil grin appeared on my face. I felt satisfied in the looks of pure terror in which those around me are showing, the onlookers seated above going crazy and cheering me on for winning them money.
Betting is expected during events like this, influential people from all around the world coming to witness who has the potential to become their newest recruits as well as the many weak links failing and continuing to fall dead at my feet. Sure, we were drugged and forced into this arena but it is my twenty birthday today and I know this is the final stage of my training. Within the hour, I will be the one to come on top and finally become an official member of the mafia.
I abruptly shoot up in bed, my entire body tensing and readying itself to fight off any range rushing my way. I was soaked in sweat and shaking in rage, the familiar urge to kill becoming stronger and stronger with every second. I know I need to get downstairs and into the gym before I take out my bottle of energy on the first unlucky victim to cross paths with me. It wouldn't be the first time though, I do what I can to make the most recent occurrence my last.
I don't know why I felt this way after my nightmares or even why I get them but all I can do is try and get through it. I hate it and I hate that I can never sleep, especially not around other people but I have no choice but to make do with it.
My mind goes back to the time I shared a hotel room with Domenico when we were still teenagers. I tried to drive the knife I always have on me into his chest when I woke up beside him and was so blinded by trauma and rage that I couldn't even decipher that he was my brother and not my enemy.
If it weren't for him being so sharp minded and waking up from sensing the shift in movement, I would have killed him right then and there. Thank goodness, I wasn't close with Gregorio at that point because heaven knows he wouldn't have woken up. Although he is well accustomed to the pressure and danger of the mafia, he does have years of training. He wasn't trained like Domenico and I from birth by our father. Lucky him but it is more of a curse than a blessing at this point.
Getting out of the bed with only my boxers on, I slip on the first pair of sweatpants I could find before moving out of the door. Behind me and at the end of the hall is our girl but even the thought of her can't calm me at this point. Not when she is the reason all of these nightmares are reawakening even if it is no fault of her own. Despite this, I am still glad that she is here.
I know she is safe behind that coded door, likely asleep and content in Domenico's arms after their scene from last night. I can't wait to hear what he did to her as well as what we were going to plan for the group scene tomorrow or I guess today.
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