Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
My husband’s hands on my skin.
His wife’s curves under his skillful hands.
I gasp as he gently tugs at my hair. Not hard enough to ruin the style.
The slip’s hem is shoved up over my hips, exposing my lacy white panties.
“My god, look at you,” he whispers, voice trembling. His other hand is still covering my mouth. I’m tempted to bite him. Mostly, I just moan into his palm. “I’ve spent all my life not knowing how beautiful a woman could be. Here you are, undressed like a ripped-apart present, aching and all mine for the taking.”
I whimper as desire pools between my legs. I’ve never felt this much primal need before in my life. I could scream with how badly I want release.
His palm releases my mouth. The other moves from my hair down to my left wrist, pulling it behind my back.
Pinning me down.
“Careful,” I gasp, staring at him over my shoulder, my mouth open. The tabletop is cold against my cheek.
“Always.”
He yanks down my panties like a thunderstorm before his palm comes down in a vicious strike across my bare ass.
Pain fills me. The shock is worse than the actual bite. I rear up, but his grip on my arm pushes me back down. I gasp, biting my lip hard, looking at him in shock. “Wait—”
Stefano doesn’t hesitate. He spanks me a second time. The crack is more than I can handle. I arch, rearing back, and he pulls me against him with a violent tug, crushing his mouth to mine. I moan into his kiss, the pain still lingering on my tingling ass, his taste invading my mouth again as his tongue hammers against mine. It’s so intense I nearly scream into his mouth. Instead, I’m lost in the kiss, moaning and stupid with how good it feels.
The pleasure doesn’t last. It never does.
He pushes me back down and cracks his palm on my ass again and again. I whimper, tears springing to my eyes, and right when I don’t think I can take any more—
His palm strokes between my legs, fingers gliding along my slit, sending a surprising jolt of bliss straight along my spine and into my brain.
My eyes roll back. He lets loose a low chuckle.
“Soaking wet, just like I knew you would be,” he murmurs, clearly loving it. “Was I being too rough with you, Charlie? Did I hurt your smooth, pretty ass? I bet a rich girl like you has never been treated like that before. Poor fucking you.”
“You have no idea what I’ve been through,” I say, teeth gritted as he keeps stroking my pussy. It feels so damn good I’m powerless to stop it. I hate him for that, just a little bit. “You don’t know me at all. Remember?”
“I think I do.” His fingers plunge roughly inside. I gasp as they fill me. Bliss slams into my core, tingling and rough. He curls his fingers, palm pressed against my ass, before gliding them out and over my clit again. “Another rich spoiled girl looking for a thrill. That’s why you go to the fights, isn’t it?”
Fuck him. Fuck him straight in his pretty mouth. He’s not wrong, and that pisses me off even more. “I didn’t realize assaulting my character was a part of our deal.”
He chuckles and pulls his fingers away. I lie on the table gasping for air, body flushed and thrumming, right on the line of breaking entirely.
I watch as he licks his ring finger, tongue licking me from his skin.
“You have no idea what our deal is, wife.”
He spanks me again. I was so lost in anger and pleasure that I didn’t expect it. I arch, gasping as the pain tips over and crosses wires, feeling good just as much as it feels like hell. He does it again and again, and I’m lost to him, entirely in his too-strong hands. Hating myself for submitting like this. Hating myself for being so powerless to stop him.
Hating myself for wanting him to spank me harder.
Instead, his fingers find my pussy again and stroke in deep as he bends over to whisper in my ear.
“I’ll spoil you, Charlie. Just like you’re used to. Only I won’t be gentle about it. I won’t be kind. I’ll make you mine, over and over again. I’ll break you if you let me. I’ll ruin you. And the worst part is, you’ll love every fucking second of it.”
I push back against his hand and look into his eyes. He keeps his grip on my left arm, holding me down. I lift up one leg, putting my knee on the table, giving him a better angle for his fingers as my mouth falls open, pressure building and building.
“If anyone’s going to break…” I bite back a moan as his fingers glide in deeper. I hold his gaze, struggling to fight as the pressure reaches my breaking point. “It’s going to be you. Husband.”