His Rejection: A Dark Mafia Romance (His Possession Trilogy Book 2)
His Rejection: Chapter 9

“Oh, god…”

Sera’s cries of passion were something I wondered if I would ever hear again. Her thighs clamped down on my shoulders, and I laid my arms over her hips to hold her still as her orgasm crashed over her. Before she had a chance to come down, I climbed over her, shoving my pants and boxer briefs down as I went until my cock sprang free. Come leaked from the head and I gripped myself in my fist, spreading it over her as I probed at her entrance.

“Enzo. Stop. Please. Stop. STOP.”

I barely heard her pleas through the haze of lust and the pounding of my pulse in my ears. Grinding my teeth until my jaw hurt, I froze above her. “Sera,” I breathed. I wasn’t above begging at this point. I needed to be inside of her. To feel her around me, warm and alive and screaming my name.

But she was stiff with fear beneath me. And her eyes, when they met mine, were bright and wild. “I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry.” Her voice was thick with tears.

They banked the fire inside of me enough so that I could hear her. I held myself completely still above her, my arms shaking with the effort. Looking down, I saw her eyes were squeezed shut and her face was a mask of fear. “Hey, hey. Sera. Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes and look at me.”

She blinked her eyes open, gradually focusing on me.

“It’s just me, baby girl. You’re okay. It’s just me.”

Her eyes were red with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she told me.

I pressed my lips to the corners of her eyes, tasting the salt of her fear and pain. “You don’t need to apologize,” I told her. “But you need to tell me what you need from me. Do you really want me to stop?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” I felt her fingers dig into my shoulders and my painfully swollen cock jerked in response. I was still poised at her entrance, my entire body trembling with the effort it took to hold myself still. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “It’s just me. I’m just…” She looked around the room, her eyes a little wild. “…I was fine, and then…I wasn’t.” A sob caught in her throat.

She wasn’t fine when I laid on top of her and was about to fuck her. “Okay,” I told her. I rolled over, taking her with me until she was straddling my hips, her hands on either side of my head.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you all the control, baby.” My hands tightened on her hips. She adjusted her position, and I groaned as the tips of her breasts brushed my chest.

She stared down at me.

“You can get up any time you want,” I told her. “Nothing is holding you down on this bed. Not even me.”

She looked down at our bodies, so close to being joined. “Enzo, I’m…” A sob caught in her throat. “I’m dirty,” she whispered.

Dirty? “What are you talking about?”

“I’m disgusting.”

I stared up at her in disbelief, my heart pounding, watching as her face crumbled and tears dripped onto my chest. “Sera—”

“You don’t know what they did to me, those men.” Beautiful, lost eyes rose to meet mine. “All of those men. So many I couldn’t keep track of them. At first, I couldn’t remember. But now…now bits and pieces are coming back to me. They…hurt me. And I did nothing to stop them. I couldn’t stop them…”

The bastards. The goddamn fucking bastards.

She was swiftly falling back into the hell of her memories. I could see it in the haunted look in her eyes and the way she was starting to try to draw in on herself so she could hide within her shame.

I couldn’t allow her to do that. What happened to her was not her fault. And she didn’t have one damn thing to be ashamed of. “Sera. Baby, listen to me. Are you listening to me?”

After a moment, she raised her head and looked at me with bloodshot red eyes.

“You are not any of those fucking things. You are not a victim. Do you understand? Bad shit happened to you. It happens to all of us. You can’t change it. But you can choose whether or not these things will define you, or if you will leave them in the past where they belong.

And those men that hurt you? I wish I could kill every single one of them.”

A glimmer of what I could only describe as hope shone from her eyes.

“I would happily peel the skin from their bodies and twist their cocks off with my bare hands. Then I would shove it down their throats until they fucking choked on it.” The need for revenge pulsed through my blood, feeding the lust that already resided there. I raised my hips, sliding my hardened sex through her slick folds. “I’ll do all of that and more to the ones I can replace. I’ll even let you help if you wish. Would you like that?”

Her answer was immediate as her eyes hardened. “Yes.”

I smiled up at her. My sweet girl. “Are you going to let them win, Sera? All of those cock-less bastards?”

She shook her head, sending soft waves of pink hair sliding over her bare shoulders. “No,” she gritted out.

“No,” I repeated. “No one fucks you anymore without your permission. You choose who you’re going to fuck. Only you.”

Again, she looked down our bodies. “I want to fuck you,” she said softly. “But I don’t know what to do.”

“Yes, you do. And I’ll help you.” I raised my hips slightly, sliding my cock along her core, and her breath caught, her nails clawing into the front of my shoulders.

“Oh, my god.”

Grinding my teeth, I pushed my head back into the mattress. It took everything I had in me not to flip her over and force my cock as deep as it would go, but I wouldn’t do that to her again. I needed to allow her to take this at her speed, because the way she was looking at me right now…she wanted me, but she was afraid. And it tore me apart inside. “Lift up a little.”

I showed her with my hands what I meant, and she did as I asked. With one hand, I positioned myself at her entrance and pulled her down just far enough for me to sink inside of her a bit. “Do you feel me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. “Let me in, baby. Just sit down on me.”

She lowered her hips, and I slid another inch inside of her. I groaned when she stopped, and her eyes flew to mine. Her expression was a little bit panicked. “Is it hurting you?” I asked her.

She shook her head. “No.”

I nodded. “Good. You’re doing so good. Keep going, baby girl.”

She took me a little bit deeper, and I had to let go of her hips and grip the comforter. “Ah! God…You’re so fucking tight. You feel so good…”

I continued to tell her how fucking good she felt wrapped around my cock as she carefully took me all the way in. When she was fully seated on my hips, she stilled, her head hanging forward and all of that gorgeous pink hair hiding her face from me.

But I felt the way she shuddered, and I heard the catch in her chest. “Sera? Baby, look at me. Look at me,” I told her, reaching both hands for her face and lifting her head.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was in a tight line.

Shit. I was losing her. “Serafina, eyes on me,” I ordered in a hard voice.

She responded to my tone, opening them and replaceing my face.

“You don’t think about that,” I told her. “You don’t think about them. There’s no one here but me and you. Understand?”

After a few seconds, she nodded.

“It’s just me and you, baby girl. Just us. Eyes on me,” I said when she started to look away. “Right here.” I pointed at my own eyes with two fingers. “You don’t look away, you got it? You keep your eyes on me.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Okay,” I said. Lifting her hands from the death grip she had on my chest, I laced my fingers through hers and pushed until she was sitting up straight. Fuck, I was so deep inside of her, and she was so gorgeous sitting on me like that. “If anything hurts, you tell me.”

She nodded.

Bending my knees, I pushed up with my hips, talking to her to keep her focus on what was happening here and now. Her eyes never strayed from mine as she began to move above me, lifting herself up and down with timid movements at first, gradually gaining more confidence.

And then, as she stared down at me, her expression began to change.

Her eyes hardened and her upper lip curled into an expression of hatred. I could feel the change in her entire body, and I watched the transition with something akin to fascination. But I knew it wasn’t aimed at me. Not personally.

Or hell, maybe it was. Honestly, right now? I didn’t give a shit.

She released my hands and gripped my wrists, slamming them down onto the bed on either side of my head. She started moving faster. Harder. Fucking me until I clenched my teeth together with the effort not to come. And the entire time, she kept her eyes right on mine.

Sera was taking back her control.

I didn’t enjoy being held down, and I could’ve reversed our positions quite easily. But I allowed her to do it, knowing that she needed this more than anything I could say to her or how good I could make her feel.

Shoving herself upright, she threw her head back and took her pleasure from me, one hand on her breast and the other going between her legs where her long, slender fingers found her clit. I watched as she played with herself, using me like I was nothing better than a damn vibrator.

And it was one of the most erotic fucking things I’d ever seen.

Not because a woman hadn’t done this in front of me before, but because it was Sera. My innocent Sera. My hands found her hips, her breasts, her thighs. I needed to touch her everywhere.

Her breaths came fast and hard as she rode me, my pulse pounding in my ears and my cock swollen to the point of pain as I met her stroke for stroke. Angry sounds escaped her throat. Her hand left her breast, and she leaned back, reaching behind her to dig her nails into my thigh. I was so fucking deep inside of her. I’d never felt anything so fucking good. “Fuck me, baby girl. Yes. Ah! Fuck. Just like that.”

I don’t know if she heard me or if she was so lost in her own head, nothing would break through. But a few second later, her fingers started moving faster on her clit and her hips rocked almost violently over mine right before she stiffened and cried out, throwing herself forward over me as her cunt pulsed around my cock.

“Sera!” My orgasm ripped through me so hard I cried out and dug my fingers into her soft flesh as my body jerked and curled in on itself. I hugged her to me as I came, my face buried in the crook of her neck to smother my own cries of release.

We lay like that for a long time, just trying to breathe as I rubbed my hands up and down her back, over her hips and ass and thighs and back again. “Are you okay?” I asked her when I could manage to speak.

And she burst into tears. Hard, heavy sobs that splayed my chest open and tore out my heart.

I didn’t try to stop her. She needed to get this shit out. And if she needed to take it out on me, I was perfectly okay with that. So I let her cry, letting her know I was there with my touch, until her sobs turned to a shuddering sigh and sniffles. “I’m sorry,” she told me, her voice still thick with tears.

“Shhh…you’re alright. I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know what the hell that was,” she admitted.

“It was you working through the stuff you’ve been through.”

“I’m not angry at you.”

“I know that, baby.”

“I shouldn’t have—”

Tangling my hand in her hair, I tugged her head back until she was looking up at me with confusion. “Stop fucking apologizing,” I told her. “You need someone to hit? You hit me. You need someone to curse and scream at? You scream at me. You need someone to fuck? You fuck me. I’m a big boy, Sera. I can take it.” And I understood. “You do what you need to do, baby girl. But what I won’t allow you to do is shut me out. I won’t let you run away.”

“You make it sound like you’re not giving me the choice.”

I met her stare. “Maybe I’m not.”

After a moment, she snuggled into me and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice when she said, “I wouldn’t know where to go right now anyway.”

For the first time since I’d met her, I felt the tension completely leave my body, like I was able to breathe again. With her.

The day after tomorrow, we would have to go to Luca’s. And that’s when the real battle to keep her would begin. But it was a battle I was going to win.

Never again would I be forced to choose between my family and a woman I couldn’t give up.