Heartless Prince by Brook Wilder
Chapter 24
Leda
I didn’t know what to think.
My heart hammered against my chest as I felt him start to nudge my entrance with his cock, the tingling causing me to bite back a moan so it wouldn’t make him angry again. Never before had I been in this situation, a situation that I couldn’t handle. Normally if a guy was getting too handsy, I could handle it, but right now, it seemed that Valentino was in complete control.
I was scared. I was nervous. I was—heck, I was excited about the prospect. My mind felt drunk, even though I was fully aware of what was going on. A million questions raced through my mind, but only two stood out.
Why did this Mafia Don feel so… right? Why didn’t this scare me more?
That was what truly scared me: the fact that I wasn’t fazed by the way he was treating me, that I wasn’t trying to fight back and deny him the rights to my body, to my mouth.
I wanted this. I wanted to watch him lose control in my mouth again. I wanted to feel like I was taking a piece of him away.
I wanted to watch Valentino take my virginity, but he clearly didn’t want me to meet his eyes when he did so.
That was completely odd. This position was meant to be humiliating, but I found it far too exciting.
“Wait.” I breathed. Let me savor it. But the only thing I could do was muster another “Wait.”
One hand reached up and covered my mouth, and I felt him move deeper inside of me. His voice hung hot and heavy by my ear.
“You don’t get to fucking talk.”
And without another word, Valentino pushed himself deep inside of me. I cried out against his hand as my body accommodated his thickness, contracting as he reached places no-one has ever reached before. There was a burst of pain—fiery and hot—as he stretched me.
A sharp sting, almost like a needle, took my breath away. I gasped as the smoky smell of his fingers filled my nostrils. His other hand clenched my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him and driving his cock even deeper..
The sensations were almost indescribable. I felt—well, I wasn’t in pain. My lower half felt heavy, like it was waiting in anticipation for more, and I knew there would be more.
Surely he wasn’t going to just take my virginity and not do anything else. That would be the worst torture!
My mind was only dimly aware that he was barebacked. Oh God. At least I’d had my IUD recently replaced, but the thought of us touching like this, without anything between us, left me shivering.
I moved just slightly, and his grip tightened before he started to move, sliding out without warning. Gasping, I felt the barest brush of an orgasm starting to build. It was mere seconds before he was plunging into me again.
His hand released my mouth just in time for a sound to escape my throat. I was unable to hold back my own lust. My hands clenched the comforter. This was slow torture.
Deliciously slow torture that I was willing to die from. Every girl pictured the loss of her virginity when she was old enough to know what it was, but this wasn’t how I expected to lose mine at all.
Valentino’s pace started to build, and I whimpered as my orgasm started to build. My body tightened to an unbearable point. It was hard to tell where he ended and where I began. The pain was nothing more than a distant memory, having been slowly replaced with a delicious pleasure that I was dangerously close to losing control over.
My body seemed to know what to do as well, arching to meet his thrusts and hearing him grunt in appreciation when I did. Oh, how I wanted to see his face! Was he enjoying this?
Why did I care?
The orgasm crashed through me and I cried out, unable to hold back any longer. My body quivered against his cock, and I felt his hand bunch around my hair, pulling my head back like a man would rein in a horse.
“Who do you fucking belong to?” he snarled, his body never losing rhythm. “Tell me, Leda, who do you belong to?”
God, I was wet again. “Y-you,” I breathed, meeting him thrust for thrust now. “I belong to you.”
“Don Valentino,” he said. There was just a little bit of pain at the roots of my hair as he pulled, but it only heightened the way my body was responding to his intrusion.
“Don Valentino,” I panted, my eyes squeezing shut as I cried out against the orgasm.
He let go of my hair, and I felt his cock grow even harder inside of me. Was he was about to lose himself.
“Please,” I blurted out “Don’t cum inside me.” I didn’t know what made me say it aloud, but just the thought that he might do so caused my nipples to tighten.
Valentino let out a harsh laugh and forced my face into the comforter as he fucked me deeper into the bed. The sound of our bodies clapping together filled the room. The scent of musk was overpowering. His hands gripped my ass and squeezed roughly. My pussy clenched automatically, gripping his cock even tighter.
Somewhere inside of me, I wanted to reach out and feel him. I took the chance and reached my hand between my legs. I felt something wet drip onto my wrist—whether from him or from me, I’d never know.
I reached further and found his balls. My hand cradled them. I felt them tense up at the touch. I barely had time to register his shout as he stiffened inside me.
The warmth came a moment later. Waves of pleasure washed over me. Flowers of sweat blossomed as they fell from his brow to my body. His cock twitched and emptied, and I felt his balls trembling in my own fingers.
He had done exactly what I had wanted him not to do. Why was I not angry about it?
Valentino grunted as he pulled out of me, my sore muscles flexing around him as he left. There was a temporary moment of emptiness, and I fought the urge to beg him to return inside.
The moment his weight disappeared from my back, I scrambled upwards to a seated position, watching as he took several steps back. His cock glistened with my wetness, and I had to fight the shock that was now settling in.
I was a virgin no longer.
He raked a hand through his hair before tucking his cock back into his pants.
“You’re mine now,” he said softly, buttoning his pants. “Make no mistake of the fact, Leda. No one can save you. No one is coming for you. You are mine. I can do this to you anytime I want. Never forget that.”
I swallowed at his statement, my traitorous heart deciding that I might not care if anyone came for me. Who would anyway? Nico? Probably, but if he hadn’t come by now, he probably wouldn’t be coming any time soon. I was a big girl, and so far Valentino hadn’t done anything but grow my sexual experience unabashedly.
I should be ashamed, but I wasn’t, and that was what scared me.
Without saying a word to me, Valentino walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I watched the door for a few moments, torn on whether or not to move if he came back
When the door didn’t reopen, I let out a shaky breath. There was a smear of pink on the comforter, the proof that I no longer had my innocence. A drop of pearl leaked out, tinged with spirals of pink. This really happened.
He bought me.
He fucked me.
He made me bleed.
I didn’t even put up a fight.
And I liked it.
