Chapter-27 Punishment (Part 2)

Gianna

For a second, Nico just stared at me, almost as if he couldn’t believe his ears. But that second passed, and the next thing I knew, he grabbed my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin, and crushed his mouth against mine.

There was nothing soft about the kiss. It was violent, raw, fueled by rage and untamed masculine possessiveness. His other hand moved to my waist, gripping me hard enough to bruise as he shoved me backwards until my hips slammed into the edge of the kitchen island.

He pulled back just enough to tear my dress apart, the material ripped at the seams, the buttons scattering all over the floor. His hands slid up, wrapping around my throat, not choking, just holding, forcing me to feel how little control I had now. My breath caught. I hated how my body melted against his hold, seeking more even when I wanted to scream at him.

"You want to act like a little brat?" he rasped. "Fine. Let’s see how long you last." I gasped as he turned me around roughly, pressing my body flat against the kitchen island.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Nico hissed in my ear. His hand fisted in my hair, dragging my head back, and with his other hand, he shoved my panties aside and lined himself up. There was no warning. No sweetness.

He rammed into me in one brutal stroke, punching the air out of my lungs.

The stretch was savage. It burned and scraped and filled me to the hilt until I was clawing at the countertop, nails scratching against the cold marble. Nico didn’t let me adjust. He pulled back and slammed into me again, harder. Deeper. The force of it shoved me forward on the counter, my ribs hitting the edge painfully, but he just jerked me back by my hair, dragging me onto his cock until I could barely breathe.

He fucked me like he hated me.

Each thrust brutal, punishing, like he was trying to erase the memory of Maximus from my skin with the violence of his body. The wet slap of our bodies crashing together filled the kitchen, vulgar and raw. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but he caught my chin in one rough hand and yanked my face toward his.

"Let me hear you," he ordered low, before slamming into me again so hard that my whole body rocked.

A broken sound ripped from my throat, and Nico grunted in satisfaction, fucking me faster, harsher, one hand digging into my hips painfully while the other pinned my wrists to the countertop, trapping me completely.

Every inch of me was his to use.

Tears stung my eyes from the intensity, from the overwhelming pressure building inside me, but still, he didn’t let up. His cock dragged against every nerve ending, relentless, brutal, until my legs shook and my stomach knotted painfully tight.

Nico let go of my wrists only to flip me over like I weighed nothing, shoving me onto my back on the cold marble.

I gasped at the chill, but then he was inside me again, wrapping my legs around him and thrusting so deep my head snapped back. It was both pleasure and pain, an intoxicating combination. He leaned over me, hips hammering into mine, a wild, unchained violence in the way he moved.

I grabbed at his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he kept going, faster now, unforgiving. His hair fell into his eyes, sweat dripping onto my chest as he drove into me over and over until my vision blurred.

The orgasm built slowly and cruelly, dragged out by the punishing rhythm, until I shattered with a sob, body convulsing around him so hard it knocked a strangled groan from his throat.

But even as I broke apart, Nico didn’t stop.

He fucked me through it, relentless, biting bruises into my neck and breasts, making sure I felt every inch of him, every furious thrust, until finally with a vicious snarl he buried himself deep one last time and came inside me, hot and thick. I could feel him trickling down my thighs.

"I hate you," I whimpered against his chest, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding me upright. And he was, because I was completely shattered. This was insanity.

"I know," he whispered back, voice cracked and ruined. “And that’s why I never wanted to get close to you, Gianna. Because this is who I am…this is what I am capable of…this is all I can give…”

This was it. This was my cue.

I moved back a little, evened my expression and met his dark gaze.

“Then give me…” I whispered, still panting. “If this is all you've got, then this is what I will take…” Nico’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Gianna…you don’t know what you’re talking about…” he said. “You…you want love…and…”

“You don’t get to decide what I want,” I said, my voice firm.

“It was you who refused this…you said you…” He trailed off, but I knew what he was implying.

I said I wanted love.

And I still do. As much as I enjoyed this savageness, I still wanted him to make slow love to me. But maybe that has to wait until I have broken down these walls around his heart. And I was fucking determined to. By hook or by crook.

“I changed my mind,” I said. “Love is clearly not something that’s meant for us, but this…” I let my hands slide down his body and further down before wrapping my fingers around his thick length. “Now that I have a taste of this…I want more. I want you unleashed, I want this rawness…because I am fucking tired of the tears and pain and running and chasing Nico. It’s exhausting. We’re married and there’s no going back, so we should find a middle ground rather than running from each other…”

“But you said you…?” he seemed thoroughly surprised.

“Love you?” I completed it for him. “Yeah, I did and maybe still do. But love needs to be reciprocated, or it’s going to collapse at some point. And you made it very clear that it’s not an option for us."

His eyes darkened, jaw clenching, but I could see this whole thing had tipped him off as he ran his fingers through his hair. Good. This was exactly what I needed.

“Take your time and let me know what you think,” I said, climbing down the kitchen island and trying not to wince as I grabbed my clothes and put on whatever torn scraps of my dress were left.

I would need to shower thoroughly.

“But if you feel this arrangement can’t work, then…” I gave him a look that said enough.

“Good night, Nico,” I muttered and with the memory of his baffled, pissed and confused expression etched in my brain, I headed upstairs.

Now that’s going to give him something to think about.