I failed.

I fucking failed.

There is always a first time for everything; failure has never been a part of my life. I have never uttered the words “I have failed” before today. I'm a fucking perfectionist. I like to plan my life, my day, and my future; she was never supposed to be a part of this—a big fucking part.

I was officially fucked.

I promised myself. I fucking promised myself that I won't ever make a woman my weakness. I won't follow in my father's footsteps. I won't let anyone control me with a woman.

I failed myself.

My mind can't form coherent thoughts when she is near me. I think about her first before doing anything. I now have to think long and hard about her before making a decision even if it is about my business. Thousands of thoughts race through my mind—how will this affect her? Will it hurt her? Will I be putting her in danger of any kind?

At this point, she can just cut off my dick and wear it around her neck to symbolize how much power she has over me.

She has me in a fucking chokehold.

Gentle?!

Was I fucking gentle?!

I have never cared much about sex. It was a physical need, a release—two people scratching each other's itch but sex with her fucking blew my mind.

I also never really cared much about the women I did it with—they could be skinny, curvy, tall, short, blonde, brunette, dark, or pale. I never had a preference until her.

Now all I want is dark brown hair, brown eyes, porcelain skin, and swollen, succulent pink lips.

I had my people adorn the entire rooftop of the villa because I wanted this to be perfect for her. It was her first time. I didn't want it to be a fucked up memory for her; it was all about her.

I went slow and gentle so that I won't hurt her. I didn't even think about my pleasure or release. It was the first time I, Nikolai Costello, cared more about the person I was doing it with.

I never really thought I'd care about someone the way I do for her.

I reclined back in my seat; I couldn't focus on work. All I could think about was her writhing with pleasure underneath me, those soft noises she made, the curve of her back, her painted nails scratching on my skin, and those fucking tits. I ran a hand down my face and sighed out loud.

We have been back in New York for a week now. I didn't touch her, although I wanted her so fucking bad. I didn't want to pressure her, but I don't think I could restrain myself any longer now that I had been inside her.

The door flung open, and she smiled at me. She doesn't fucking knock anymore; she roams in and out like a fucking boss.

I raised an eyebrow as she approached me with a wide smile. She made her way in front of me and settled over my lap like she owned me; I looked down at the ring on my finger, well, she technically does.

She glanced around the desk. "So, what are we working on?"

I ran my hand down her back; she was wearing a tank top with those little silk shorts that barely covered her ass. Her phenomenal ass sat right over my crotch.

Amusement rose in me, "We?"

"Yes, we!" she announced, messing around with the papers lying on the desk.

My hands traced down her sides, resting them over her hip bone. I smiled, but she couldn't see me with her back facing me, "I was thinking about going down to the warehouse. I feel like torturing someone."

Her back stiffened; she slightly turned and glanced back at me from over her shoulder. "You feel like torturing someone?"

"Wanna join?"

She leaned her back to my front, resting her head over me. My arms went around her, pulling her fragile body more into myself, "No, thank you."

"Come on; it will be fun."

She laughed and shook her head. "There is a big difference between your definition of fun and mine," she replied while trying to get off my lap.

I gripped her waist, setting her back down, "You can't just come in here, sit on my dick, and not expect me to do something about it."

She bit her lower lip, and a hint of a smile pulled on her lips. "What do you mean? I just came in here to ask you about college."

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Next week," I told her as my hands slipped inside her tank top.

An almost inaudible gasp left her lips as my fingers inched up, brushing the swells of her breasts. "What?"

"You can rejoin the classes next week; I have taken care of everything," I told her.

"Really?" she squealed, jumping in my arms with excitement.

"Yes, now... where's my reward?"

"What do you want?"

My hand trailed down her stomach as I cupped her pussy. "This..."

She smiled as she got off my lap, and my hands left her body. She turned to face me, her eyes holding a mischievous glint, "You know you can have me anytime you want."

Fuck!

"You're not sore anymore."

She laughed and propped herself over my lap; this time, she faced me, "Nope."

Her hands went around my neck, and her fucking tits were in my face, "No more gentleness?" I asked, my hands itching to touch her everywhere.

Her soft eyes grew darker and that shit was arousing as hell, "Nope, and this time, I want to know what it's actually like to be fucked by Nikolai Costello," she breathed the words over my lips.

Motherfucker!

I grabbed hold of her neck, pulling her body against mine. She gasped loudly; her fingernails dug into my shoulders. Blood rushed to my groin as I grew painfully hard at her words.

"Are you sure you can handle me?" I asked her first, letting her know what she was getting herself into. I don't want to fucking scare her away from the monster that I am.

Her eyes glinted with darkness, "I know I can handle you," she uttered confidently.

A growl rose from the back of my throat, and my grip on her neck tightened, "I don't want you to change your mind while I'm fucking you, Evangeline, because I won't fucking stop until I'm done."

"I won't," she whispered, pressing herself onto my cock.

"You trust me?"

"Yes, yes, I do..."

"I want you to fucking remember your words, baby girl because I'm about to fuck you like I fucking hate you."

"Okay..." she whispered, holding onto me, rocking her hips against my cock.

I stare at her for a few seconds, my thumb brushing her throat; I can fucking feel the beat of her heart. She said she trusted me; she trusted my blood-stained hands; I could wring her neck right now, she won't breathe the next minute, but she trusts me. She fucking trusts the monster; heck, even I don't trust that side of mine, but somehow she does.

She kept looking at me with anticipation, expecting me to act on the words I had just said to her. Her breathing turned a bit unsteady, and her hands slid down my shoulders to hold my wrists, restraining her neck. I have no fucking idea if she is afraid of me or just turned on.

She has a chance right now. She can pull my arm away from her and get off my lap. She could walk out, and I'd let her, but once I started, I won't stop. She fucking has a chance to walk away.

"Are you sure you won't hate me after I'm done, baby girl?" I asked, and she nodded. My grip around her throat tightened., "Words, Evangeline!"

"Y-yes..."

I roughly pulled her closer, crashing my lips on hers in a brutal fucking kiss. There was nothing gentle about it. It was a raw, bruising, and punishing kiss. Her nails dug into my forearm, and that made me even more fucking crazier.

My cock throbbed; I fucking wanted to be inside of her. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn't feel or remember anything but me.

I stood up with a jerk; her feet unsteadily landed on the ground, and the only thing keeping her steady was my grip on her neck.

"Say my name?"

"Nik..."

I realized that's what she liked to call me when she was turned on; she kept calling me Nik over and over again when I had fucked her in Sicily. I fucking liked the sound of it; I liked when she called me that.

I pushed her back; she landed on my desk harshly; she winced as her back was slammed against it. "Want me to stop? I can see you can't handle it?"

She looked at me with challenging eyes and then shook her head, "I can handle it."

"I don't want you to fucking cry later."

"I won't!" she gritted through her teeth as if my words were annoying her.

I pushed my chair back; it slammed into the wall behind us. Her eyes shifted between the chair and me with anticipation, with need.

I pulled her into me before throwing all the stuff that was over the desk to the ground. I picked her up and placed her on my desk.

I fisted her top from the middle and tore it open; I ran my teeth over my bottom lip as I saw her perfect tits. I slapped it, and she bit her lip to hold in her cry.

The next second, my mouth was on her nipple, sucking and nipping at her skin. I touched her everywhere, every single inch of her body; I pulled those fucking shorts down her legs and spread her legs wide apart.

Frustration gnawed at my skin. I wanted to be inside of her; I wanted to fuck her raw. It felt like it had been months since I last had her. She was so fucking addicting, almost like a drug I couldn't get enough of.

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants because taking my clothes off would take too much of my time; I could wait any longer as she sat over my desk with her leg wide apart; she was inviting me. Fuck! She was fucking made only for me.

My size could use getting used to, especially for a girl who is about to have sex for a second time, but I was too far gone to understand or form a rational thought as I grasped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk.

A scream echoed from her throat, and I plunged into her tight, wet pussy with one hard thrust. Her hands went to the back of my neck as she cringed, her nails scratching my skin. I filled her, slamming my dick deep into her cunt.

I didn't push myself entirely into her when we first had sex, but now I was balls deep inside of her, and fuck did it feel good.

"Want... me... to... stop?" I asked with each hard thrust.

"No," she moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck, gripping handfuls of hair. "No, please, no..."

My thrust turned harder, rougher. "Are you asking me to stop?"

"No..." she moaned and threw her head back, exposing her neck for my viewing pleasure. "Please, don't stop."

So, I fucked her.

I fucked her hard; I fucked her till her legs were shaking, glistening sweat covering her body as she held onto me. My mouth latched to her neck, her breasts; biting, nipping, claiming her as mine.

I pounded into her, pulled her hair, and choked her till her eyes begged me to let her breathe. Her eyes are squeezed shut; her lips pressed together as she tried to conceal her cries and her moans.

I pulled myself out of her and then yanked her down from my desk. I turned her around and slammed her front into my desk; she gasped loudly as if she couldn't breathe for a second.

I grabbed her arms and knotted them together, holding them down on her lower back with a single hand. I positioned my cock between her legs then slammed into her core again with a hard thrust. Her body rocked against the desk, the side of her face and her breasts rubbed against it, the rough surface scratching her soft skin with each hard thrust.

My other hand went to her hair, and I pulled them, tugging them back; her face pushed up off the desk.

I could see the bruises forming on her skin, every part I gripped of hers turned either scorching red or bluish-purple.

She tried to pull her hands out of my grip and it only made me want to be rougher with her, "Please..."

"Please, what, Evangeline?"

"Please, come inside of me," she moaned out the words.

A fire fucking lit inside of me as she said those words. A fire that burned me, making my orgasm shoot through my cock that was buried deep inside of her. She came all over my cock at the same time, her body convulsed, shook, and trembled, and fuck, if it wasn't the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen.

I slumped over her back; my grip turned soft as I let her hair go and hands go. I put my weight over my elbow, so I don't crush her into the desk.

"My desk is a fucking sacred place for me, Angel, I have never taken a woman over it. And you just fucking defiled it."

She laughed, a short, beautiful breathy laugh. She kept laying on the desk with me above her. She raised her delicate hand to her face and shoved all her hair away, there was so much of them.

Then I noticed something, something I had never seen before.

There was a tiny cut right below her hairline on the nape of her neck. It looked like an incision as if someone had specifically cut her with care.

Someone had fucking chipped her.

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