Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I’m protecting you.” I reach up and cup her neck. She gasps as my other hand slowly moves down her body, gliding along her breasts, down her belly. She’s so beautiful it drives me wild. “You don’t understand how much danger we’re in. Maybe the bodies in my basement will force the message into your stubborn head.”
Her eyes widen. “Bodies?”
“Of our enemies.” I press my forehead against hers and tilt my chin forward. I bite her lower lip as I slip my hand down the front of her trousers. She’s wearing trendy wide-legged bottoms that cup her sweet ass and a crop top that exposes a slice of her middle.
“I’m not sure I like the idea of having literal bodies in our basement.”
“Then you married the wrong man.”
She moans as my fingers brush over her panties. Her heat floods me with aching want. My cock throbs with need as I graze my fingers up and down, teasing her.
“This is how you’re going to punish me?” She grips my back. “Doesn’t feel like a deterrent. If anything, you’re rewarding my bad behavior.”
I chuckle and press my fingers against her clit. She sucks in a breath, mouth hanging open.
I bite her again. This time, I bite harder. She groans in surprise, and I press my fingers harder, moving them in a circle, rolling around her clit.
“You want pain?” I ask, moving my hand from her throat. I take her by the hair again.
She stares at me, tongue pressed against her lower lip. There’s a small smear of blood. “You cut me.”
“Tell me to stop.”
But again, she says nothing, and this time I drag her from the wall. She stumbles after me into the living room where I yank down her pants and expose her sweet ass covered by a pair of those lacy black panties I remember unpacking. Her breath comes fast as I roughly bend her over the back of the couch and bring my hand down on her right cheek with a rough crack.
Her back arches in shock. She looks over her shoulder, mouth open in outrage. “Did you just fucking spank me?”
I tighten my grip on her hair, making her groan. “You put yourself in danger.” Another spank, another. Crack. Crack. Her back arches and she stares in astonishment, like she can’t believe this is happening. “You risked your life to get a fucking drink. Next time, you will follow my rules.” Another spank. Another. Her ass is pink with my handprint. “You will tell my guard where you are going. You will make sure they’re protecting you if you have to leave the house. You will keep yourself safe because if you aren’t safe, then I can’t function.”
Another spank, a sick and beautiful crack of palm on beautiful skin, but this time I cup her pussy and tease her with my fingers. I yank her panties down, exposing her dripping lips, and slide my fingers up and down. Fuck, she’s dripping wet, soaked with honey and dew.
“You can’t… function?” She’s staring at me like she can barely understand. Her eyes flutter like she’s taking her first shot of pure heroin. “I don’t get it.”
“You’re my wife,” I say, sinking my thick fingers inside her. I get them nice and wet, then I pull them out and shove them in her mouth. I make her suck them and lick her own juices. “You are mine now. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. To keep you satisfied. To make you melt over and over, until you can’t think of anything but my cock.”
Then I spank her again. She cries out, blinking rapidly. I give her half a second before I sink my fingers inside.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, spine arching. She pushes back. Greedy fucking girl. “That feels so good and bad at the same time.”
“Pleasure and pain.” I pull my fingers out, spank her, and sink them back in. “That’s right, baby. The hurt makes it sweeter. The hurt reminds you what you’re missing.”
“Fuck,” she gasps, pushing back into my hand.
“Look at you, so greedy.” I tug on her hair and lean forward. “Tell me you’re a greedy slut for me.”
“No,” she moans.
“Say it, baby. Tell me you’re a greedy fucking slut and I’ll spank you again.”
“Adriano,” she whimpers, mouth open. “Kiss me. Please kiss me.”
“Say it.”
“I’m a greedy fucking slut.”
I bury her mouth with mine. My tongue invades her lips as I sink my fingers in and fuck her pussy. I control her, dominate her, own her and use her, and fuck, my blood sings for her. She’s wine at midnight, she’s whiskey in the morning, she’s every good mistake I’ve ever made, and everything that’ll break me.
And I want her. God, I want her. I spank her again, roughly, hard, making her gasp, and this time I unbuckle myself and slip my cock free.