Mancini's POV
My groans filled the bunker loudly, and my grip on Marie's head tightened. She opened her mouth wide enough for me.
She was just perfect.
Her body was perfect. She was just nothing but a slut. Nothing but mine to use. I was proud I had her as a prize.
No matter how much she cried, each time I knew she wanted me too. I knew because she would shake with her own climax each time I made love to her. She would pretend she didn't want it, but her body betrayed her.
Now, it was just about me. I wasn't going to touch her. She was just going to use her lovely mouth and nothing more.
I slapped her mouth as I finished and pulled away.
Marie didn't move when I finished. She lay on the cold floor like a broken doll, her hair spilling down her face. She tried to cover up her body with what was left of her dress.
I spat on her dress and tried to fix my belt, pulling my trousers up.
