The Killer(12)

We were married half an hour later. For some reason, I could breathe easier now, go figure.





The priest had barely cleared the door before I had her riding my cock upstairs. For someone who’d been a virgin just the day before, she sure loved to fuck. And right on the back of that thought, another one hit.

I flipped her over onto her back and stretched her arms out above her head. “I’m going to give you a son Natalia, my son.” She tightened around me and fucked even harder than before. I guess she liked the idea.

I buried my face in her neck as I pounded into her, when that wasn’t enough I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and drilled into her deeper. She screeched and reached her hands down to her pussy, I guess I’d gone too deep on that last stroke.

“Take it.” I didn’t let up on her; she was my wife, my fucking wife. The word seemed to flip some switch in me, because all I wanted to do was to stay inside her sweet, hot pussy for the rest of the day.

When I came, I held still inside her for a long time after, making sure my seed stayed in there. “I’m going to give you many sons and daughters Natalia, remember that.” She sucked my tongue into her mouth after that and didn’t let up until I started fucking into her all over again. It was going to be another long night spent breaking in her little virgin pussy.





Chapter 11





For the next few days, we hardly left the room. When we weren’t fucking, I was conditioning her for the day that her memory returned. Ingratiating myself into her heart, mind and soul, to combat whatever the fuck was coming at me when that day finally came.

“Gianni…”

“I know love.” I had her on her hands and knees on the bathroom floor. We hadn’t even made it out of the shower good, before I was taking her down and mounting her from behind.

“Your pussy feels too good babe, can’t blame me.” Each time I tell myself I’m gonna go easy this round, one look at her, one touch of her pussy around my cock and that shit goes out the window.

She wasn’t much better, the way she pushed back against my cock and begged me for more. I’d taught her how to play with her clit while I fucked her, and she couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

“Push your fingers inside with my cock.” She dug her fingers inside her already stretched pussy, the added friction against my dick was almost too much and I had to pull out before I came too soon.

I went after her pussy with my tongue next, while fingering her tight ass. I’d introduced her to ass play this morning, taking her anal cherry while she sat on my cock. She was a natural. After the initial pain, she’d ridden my cock with her tight ass until she’d passed the fuck out.

With my tongue in her pussy and two fingers in her ass, she came in my mouth with a scream. I knelt behind her and drove back into her pink pussy, lifting her ass higher so that I could fuck her as deep as it was possible to go.

Her knees must be hurting against the marble floors, as she skidded on and off my cock from my heavy thrusts.

“I’ll never let you go Natalia, remember that.” I emptied inside her with my teeth in her neck, marking her, claiming her. My words made her do her screeching thing, as she clamped down around my dick, and flooded me with some more of her warm nectar.





Everyday I watched her. Looking for any sign that she was close to remembering. When two months, then three went by with still no sign, I relaxed a little, but I didn’t fool myself into thinking that it would never happen.

My family had come out of hiding and gone to their respective homes. They understood the situation, because I’d explained it to them. Whether they agreed with me or not, no one had said, but they’d agreed to stay away until I told them different.

I still hadn’t found the mole in my organization as yet, but things had gone back to normal. The talk about the assassinations had died down, and no one seemed to have connected the deaths, so we were in the clear there. No one in the news I should say.

There was a lot of speculation among the other families though, as to what had really happened. I didn’t need the glory and fame; those two things were a fast way to land someone in my position in the clinker. I was satisfied just knowing that I’d done what had to be done.

I’d pulled some strings and cleared up her past life. I’d signed her out of school, telling them that we were married and she was putting her education on hold for a while. Of course I had to deal with her disappearance, her father was in the public eye after all.

I was able to get around that by the skin of my teeth. No one questioned the decorated navy SEAL too closely, when he said that his new wife was in mourning and was too distraught to make any statements. Those who knew of the unsavory connection between my family and her old man, or his dealings with the underworld, weren’t saying shit.