He didn't look concerned, his gaze heated as he ran his hand over the wetness. His thumb swirled over her clit, his eyes locked on hers.
"You're bleeding," he said darkly.
Evangeline only nodded, her breath catching as he teased her clit with his thumb.
"Vincente..." she said getting scared, squirming beneath him.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her deeply.
He settled between her thighs again, his cock hard and ready once again.
Evangeline shook her head, her lower lip quivering. "You can't," she gasped. "I'm bleeding. I can't take any more."
Vincente looked down at her, his gaze tender.
"You'll take it," he murmured before thrusting inside of her. He settled deep, his hips rocking against hers to work himself in.
Evangeline sobbed, her arms wrapping around him to hold him close. He fucked her like the first time, rough and wild, his movements intense.
She screamed into his shoulder, tears streaming down her face.
"Again," he growled when she began to tighten around him.
He fucked her through it, his cock pounding into her in brutal thrusts. She came hard around him, her pussy clutching at his cock like a vice.
She sobbed his name, her nails digging deep into his shoulders.
He let out a deep moan, his hips pumping into her furiously. He roared through his release, his cock throbbing deep inside of her.
Evangeline lay boneless beneath him, her body quivering with aftershocks. She felt empty and used up.
Her pussy was sore and achy, her clit throbbing with every beat of her heart.
Vincente rolled to the side, bringing her with him. He tucked her against his chest, his fingers smoothing over her long brown hair.
She felt battered and bruised, her muscles trembling with the force of their lovemaking.
She ached from head to toe, her pussy sore and achy. Her mind was hazy, her thoughts muddled. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her nipples tender from his suckling.
Her skin was red and splotchy, her thighs bruised from the grip of his fingers.
She was a well-used woman and Vincente's cum dripped from between her spread thighs.
Evangeline woke up sore and sorely used. Her muscles ached and her pussy was on fire.
She slipped from bed, wrapping herself in her robe. She showered and washed her hair, her body aching with every movement.
She wrapped her hair in a towel and began to apply a little makeup to her face.
When she returned to the bedroom, Vincente was fast asleep, his dark hair falling across his forehead.
He was sprawled across the bed, one arm above his head, the other resting against his stomach.
The bruises she'd dressed the night before, looked dark and ugly against his fair skin.
There was a bandage wrapped around his chest, covering the stitches she'd sutured into place. His dark hair was mussed, his full lips slack with sleep.
He looked at peace. Evangeline sat on the bed beside him, her gaze running over his face. She brushed the hair back from his eyes, a smile on her lips.
She then turned around , walked to the mirror.
Vincente's eyes opened to narrow slits, his gaze following her as she crossed the room.
He watched her as Evangeline took out her dressing from the closet.
She had a towel wrapped around her, her wet, long hair hanging down her back already hard.
He rolled out of bed, coming to stand behind her. He pushed the hair back from her shoulder, his lips trailing kisses along her neck.
"You're sore," he murmured against her skin.
"Mmmhmmm," Evangeline answered, turning to him.
His arms wrapped around her, lifting her up against him.
"Vincente," she protested. "I'm sore. It hurts."
Vincente didn't care. He ignored her protests, lifting her up and impaling her on his hard cock.
He fucked her hard against the wall, his arms the only thing holding her up.
Evangeline cried out, her legs wrapping tight around his waist. He was rough and wild, using her body like a doll for his pleasure.
"You're my doll," he growled against her ear. "My doll for me to use." He ground into her with every thrust. "Isn't that right?"
Evangeline sobbed out his name, tears streaking her face as she came around him. Vincente fucked her through it.
Her long, wet hair slapped at her face with each thrust.
His arm tightened around her waist, holding her there as he emptied himself inside of her.
He fucked into her deeply, making sure she took it all. Evangeline shook against him, her body shuddering with her release.
Vincente slid from inside of her, holding her steady as her legs shook beneath her.
He tossed her on the bed, his cock slipping from between her legs. Evangeline's head fell back on the pillows, her breathing erratic, her pussy throbbing with aftershocks.
Vincente slipped into the bathroom to shower. Evangeline was grateful for the small respite. She lay there, her body sore and aching.
He emerged a few minutes later, his hair wet, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"You'll stay in bed today," he told her gruffly.
Evangeline nodded, snuggling deeper into the covers.
"I'll have Clara bring us breakfast up here," he said walking to the closet.
Evangeline nodded again, grateful. Vincente emerged from the closet, dressed in his usual casual attire.
His black hair was brushed back from his forehead, his blue eyes bright.
Vincente didn't go to the office today. His bruises from last night's battle were still healing.
He'd decided to rest at home instead. Evangeline had taken painkillers for her soreness after breakfast.
When she felt good enough, she went to take care of Vincente.
She brought him fresh apple juice and began cleaning his bruises by redressing them.
He lay on the bed, propped up with pillows.
He took the juice from her, setting it on the table beside the bed.
She then turned to leave. Vincente's phone rang as soon as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
She heard the deep timbre of his voice as he answered it.
"Hey, Chris," he spoke into the phone. There was a pause, then, "Tell Alejandro to send out invitations to all the capos, advisors, and anyone else who needs to come." Another pause, then "Yes, I'll need them to be there next Friday night. We're celebrating my victory."
Evangeline frowned, her heart quickening, thinking what exactly had happenedl"No," Vincente chuckled. "Since I took control of the Ricci empire yesterday. Tell them it's a celebration of my victory and ascension to Supreme Leader." A low chuckle left him.
Evangeline didn't wait to hear the rest. She closed the door quietly behind her, slipping out of the room to leave Vincente to his call.