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“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Water pools in the corner of her eyes and she blinks them furiously back.
“No, mia ragazzaccia, you don’t, but you will. One day, you’ll realize your disguise doesn’t work on me because I’ve always seen you for who you are. Now do us both a favor and shut up so I can fuck you properly.” I lower my lips to her ear. “Of course, I’ll grant exceptions if you want to encourage my performance.”
“Sansone…”
“It’s okay.” I kiss beside her mouth. “We can always find something else to fight about. Just not this. Never this.”
“Damn you, Sansone.” Zakiya meets my thrusts, her pussy clenches around my cock.
If we had time, this would be the hors d’oeuvres dish of a twelve-course meal, but this morning we’ll have to do with one and done. She squeezes my hands and stretches to take my mouth, mimicking the action I’m doing between her thighs with her tongue. We devour each other’s moans.
Her thighs begin to shake and her walls spasm against me. She’s close.
I circle her clit, driving her wilder. “You’re going to come for me, mia ragazzaccia. Come all over my cock.”
Her leg tightens around my hip and she explodes, gushing liquid and making a mess of us where we’re joined. When the muscles in my back tighten, I pull free and erupt over her beautiful brown skin. With fascination driving my motions, I swirl my cum mixed with her sweat, massaging the creamy fluid into the folds of her belly.
“Is marking territory a thing for you?” she asks.
“Only when it’s you. I’ve never felt this urge for anyone else.”
“Oh.”
The strange note in her response causes me to look into her eyes. “Too intense for you?”
Instead of answering me, she reaches to the side of my neck where blood has clotted over the nick she gave me. “You’ll have to cover this up.”
“I will not.” I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles. “I’ll display every wound you give me with pride.”
“The hell? Why?” Zakiya sputters.
“It’s your mark. And until you give me the words I need to hear, I’ll bear every cut as your claim on me. Nah, I’m lying. Even after you give me the words, I’ll show the world every which way I’m yours.”
She averts her gaze.
I pinch her chin until she meets my stare again. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”
She rolls over onto her side, dislodging my hold. “I don’t understand how you can be so sure when you don’t know enough about me.”
“Knowledge, like trust, comes when it comes. We’ll grow to know each other, the important and the inane. Regardless, my certainty about you is absolute.”
“I’m going to wash up.”
“I can help?—”
“You need to get clothes on before Jinx comes barging in here.” Zakiya escapes into the bathroom, probably forgetting I’ll need to take the same path to avoid bumping into my daughter.
I trail behind but decide to cool the pressure sell for another time. After dressing for the day, I return to her room to find her putting the finishing touches on another outfit slated for destruction. A view of the bed shows besides rumpled sheets, spots of my blood left their mark. While Zakiya puts on her makeup, I remake the bed.
The last item is her dagger. I study the blade, fascinated by the sturdy hilt. “Have you always slept with a knife?” I aim a frown at her as the question pops out of my mouth.
For a second, she stills before racing over to snatch the knife from me. At the last second, I raise it above her head.
“You can’t take it from me.” She begins to fight me in earnest until I have to discard the weapon and wrap my arms around her.
“No one is taking your knife away,” I assure her in as calm a voice as I can maintain while darker thoughts surrounding her reaction begin to crowd my mind.
“You aren’t?”
