DESIRED (BWWM)

The Aftermath Of The Sexy Assault

"Funny," she mutters and I laugh which makes her laugh and then we're both laughing like idiots. "Can you get the Cheerios for me? I'm too short," Renée asks after while and I stand up looming over her for a second before reaching over and grabbing the box from the cupboard.

"Thanks," she says beginning to make her breakfast.

When she's seated with her breakfast I decide to talk to her about last night.
"Renée?"
"Hm?" She answers looking up at me with both her cheeks filled with cheerios. I start laughing and she blushes before swallowing what she has in her mouth.

"About last night," I continue and she looks at me with wide eyes as her tongue darts out to lick some of the left over milk on her lips and my eyes immediately follow the action.

The things I could do to those lips.

"What about last?" She asks nonchalantly continuing to eat her breakfast. I'm silent for awhile not really knowing what to ask her.

"How'd you feel?" I ask and color stains her cheeks.
"I don't....I don't..... you're married to my mother. I'm not allowed to feel anything. Besides you were obviously drunk,"

I run my hands through my hair feeling irritated by her constant need to always remind me that I'm married to her mother.

"That's not what I asked you Renée," I say standing up and making my way over to her and pulling her out of her chair.

"I want to know how it makes you feel when I do this," I say moving her curls away from her face and sucking on the lobe of her ears, she shivers under my lips and I smile against her skin.

"Or this," I move my lips to her neck and leave a trail of wet kisses from her jugular to her color bone. She gasp, holding on to my shirt as her body trembles in my arms.

"I- l." She tries to speak and I tilt her jaw up with my thumb. "Do you like it when I do that Mia Vita?"

She looks up at me with confusion in her eyes.
"I shouldn't," I reach out to play with her bottom lip happy that she didn't flat out tell me no.

"But you do anyway?" I ask and she nods her head, my cock practically jumps for joy when he knows she wants us. but I'm not doing what I can't resist without knowing for sure.

"I'm going to need words Renée," I say and she pulls in a ragged breath before speaking.
"Yes."

"That's good, that's real good baby," I reply, lifting her up and placing her on the counter. "Because I like it when I do those things to," I mutter bringing my lips down to hers. Electricity fills my body as I move my lips gently against hers, inhaling her addictive scent.

I lick her lips trying to get her to open her mouth but she doesn't budge. I stop kissing her, looking her in the eyes and resting my forehead against hers.

"I want to taste you baby," I growl, watching as she bites down on her lips, making my cock stir in my pants.

"I don't know. I don't know if I'm doing this right," she says almost angrily, looking down and aggressively chewing on her lips.

My eyebrows push together and I tilt her head up with my index finger. "Have you ever been kissed by a man Mia Vita?" She stares at me for awhile and slowly shakes her head, light red stains her cheeks.

Surprised? Hell fücking yeah.

I know she's inexperienced but a virgin?.
"What kind of men have you been around?"  I mutter, taking a deep breath and kissing her forehead.
"Don't make fun of me," she pouts and I shake my head.

"Look at me Renée, you're doing just fine baby," she looks up at me and offers me a timid smile.

"I'm going to kiss you again but this time I want you to open your mouth okay?" I say feeling myself getting hard.

"Elijah I... We shouldn't...my mom...I-,"  she says stopping mid sentence and shaking her head.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask and she nods her head and shakes her head and then nods her head again, letting out a frustrated puff and then shrugging her shoulders. "I'm sorry I just....my mom,"

"It's okay," I reassure her, even though all I really want is to fück her like a Savage. I
kiss her forehead and breathe in lilies and peaches.

"Renée?"
"Yes?" I close my eyes, making my decision, however fücked up it may be.

"Screw my fucking morals, screw my fücking word. Tu mi appartieni.

You. Are. Fücking. Mine."

(Translation: you belong to me)

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