My plan to end this marriage after the wedding is failing spectacularly.
I spent two weeks avoiding my new husband, trying to learn about him, this house, and use something against him. Unfortunately, I’ve found very little hiding in my bedroom.
I didn’t expect him to come into my space with the force of a storm, and take me, use me for his own pleasure.
Swallowing, I sit, adjusting my legs. If I’m being honest, it felt good to be used. For someone to want me that badly, to need me with such passion, that he had to have me right there, was a turn on.
It’s probably why I’m in his bed, naked, waiting for him.
I should have thrown a vase at Lex’s head the minute he entered my bedroom without my permission. I should have bit his dick when he shoved it into my mouth.
But I didn’t. Instead, I enjoyed it. Enjoyed him and his words, body primed to explode.
I sit on the silken grey-blue sheets, the fabric cool against my heated flesh. I’m stark naked, body shivering from anticipation and the chill in the air.
For some reason, I didn’t shower either. His cum is still on my chest, dried on my throat and between my breasts.
My breath halts as I remember the deep growl as his seed spilled all over me, his taste on my lips.
My throat is still sore from his assault but it’s only heightening my arousal. I’ve never been truly throat-fucked before.
Between our wedding night, weeks without release and the episode earlier today, my body is so tight with need that it’s turned into a crippling pain. All because my husband seems to know my buttons, seems to know me in ways no one else has.
The bedroom door opens, a spare light from the hallway backlighting his form. It’s unfair how gorgeous he is. His hair is disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it, the suit jacket held in a tight fist. The buttons around his neck are undone, showing a peak of ink at the base
His mark. The De Luca family always marks their people. Whether you’re born into this family, married into it, or pledge your life, you’re marked. You can never escape.
I’m sensing a common theme.
His eyes slowly rake over me and my skin ignites, burning as if he’s shoved me face first into a fire. The door snaps shut, and we’re enclosed in the black shadows of night.
“Did you shower, Sloane?” His voice is barely a rumble. My pulse spikes and my core turns molten lava with need.
“No.” I open my legs wider, begging for his attention.
I want his attention, his passion. It’s something I’ve been missing from my life, searching for it with booze and drugs, in random parties. It just took a dangerous man to give it to me.
Doesn’t mean I won’t go without a fight. Alessio wants my fight, my defiance, so I plan on giving it to him tenfold.
My fingers ghost over my pussy, one finger swirling into the wetness pooling there. I know I’ve made a mark, body primed from his assault.
Hungry eyes watch me, as I tease my clit, body arching, seeking more.
Before, this wouldn’t have worked to get me off. But with Lex watching me, his labored breathing the only noise beside my ministrations, my body tightens. An orgasm builds at my spine and my pussy clenches.
I’m so damn close already that unimaginable relief builds in my chest. Finally. I’m so close—
Rough hands grab my fingers, pulling them away with a harsh tug.
I shriek, my body locking up into confusion and pain.
“Alessio!” I shout, trying to wrestle my hands away, him sitting beside me. He’s solid, not relenting.
Tears prick my eyes, a denied orgasm almost bringing me to sob.
“No, little menace, you don’t get to come until I tell you to.” He slams my wrist onto the bed, leaning over me. He inhales, his face between my breasts.
A tongue darts across one nipple, my body reacting like I’ve been slapped. Everything goes tight, white hot as my back arches. My fingers claw into the sheets under me, to keep from pulling him closer. His mouth moves to the other side, damp breath blowing hot air, pebbling my nipples.
He doesn’t touch me further.
“Do you know there’s no greater smell than my cum mixed with your perfume?” I can hear the smile in his words, face shadowed. “I completely own you, Sloane. The idea you’ve been in my cum all day, that I’ve marked you and you listened? Mio Dio. I can’t wait to reward you for following my orders.”
My body shakes, vibrating with need, the praise in his voice undoing a new level inside my mind.
I need him, I need him as surely as I need air. The anticipation, the rush as his nearness, it’s deeper than simple lust. There’s chemistry and intimacy, but this is more.
He lowers himself, lips trailing over my flesh. Wet kisses follow across my belly. His teeth nip and bite across my hip, tongue lapping the divots there. Every kiss, lick of a tongue follows a path to where I need him most.
He releases my wrists, pinning my legs down so I’m completely open to him.
I can’t think past seeing him between my legs. Not at how this shouldn’t be happening, how I should be looking for a way to end this marriage. How I should be reaching for a cord to end his life. No, the only thing I can think about is how good he looks there. How right he fits.
He swallows, the muscle in his jaw bouncing. The reverence in his gaze sends a rush of hot arousal through me.
“I’m going to devour you, little menace, until you’re a weeping mess. Until all you know, all you can feel is me.” He leans forward, inhaling at the juncture between my legs like he’s scenting me. “God damn, Sloane. Fucking hell.”
His tongue darts out and it’s nowhere near tentative or shy but demanding. Like Lex, he knows what he wants and will get it. It swipes across my seam, taking as much of my taste as he can get in one, long lick, so much so that if he stops, he’ll miss something. Those gloves hands dig into my hips, holding me down, afraid I might flee.
He groans. “Fuck. You taste so fucking good. So much better than from my finger.” His words cause a jolt of pleasure and relief to run through my body. “I’m going to have you screaming my name until you can’t remember your own. You’re mine, Sloane. I’ll brand it on to your fucking soul if I have to make you understand.”
Lifting on to my elbows, I glare halfheartedly at him even though I really want to wrap my legs around his head and pull him back toward my center.
“I understand that we’re married, but I still hate you. I still want a divorce.” His fingers instinctively hold me tighter, too afraid that I’ll slip away. “You don’t own people, Alessio. Not like this.” You don’t own their love.
He chuckles, breathing on to my clit and my hips buck. Goddammit, my body is a loaded gun, ready to go off with the slightest provocation.
“We’ll see, little menace.” His tongue laps at me again, fingers opening me wide to dart inside my pussy. He groans like he’s eating the most delicious fruit, plucked fresh for him.
I drop my head back, keeping my eyes trained on his face. This powerful man, who has killed, maimed, destroyed lives, is feasting on pussy like I’m his redemption and he’s taking it all for himself.
He pushes my knees further open, his expensive dress shirt scratching against my heated flesh as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I rear up, crying out at the sudden spike of pleasure.
My hand finds his hair, tugging him as he releases me.
He growls, enjoying it, my demand for more.
I move him to where I need him, and he lets me. He’s letting me lead him to my pleasure, taking the control from this man who needs to own me. The surge of authority makes my head swim and my body slowly unravels.
His tongue laps and swirls, spearing into all of me so that he’s not just tasting me, he’s devouring me like he promised. He’s tongue fucking every bit of my pussy, and my walls flutter, an orgasm coming on faster than I want.
My fingers curl into his thick hair, painfully digging into his scalp as I ride against his face.
He chuckles, his entire face pressed intimately into me. “That’s it, menace. Find your release. Use your husband’s face to find it.”
That orgasm rises swiftly as my head tosses back and forth. Husband. My mouth opens and I’m almost there.
But I have to say one last thing so he knows it’s not because he’s my husband giving me this pleasure. I earned it. I deserve it.
“You still don’t own me,” I moan, body tightening. God, I’m so close, it’s like being handed the keys to Heaven.
“No?” He nips my clit, driving me higher still. “We’ll see about that when I do this.”
Abruptly he pulls away, and it takes me a full second to realize he’s left the bed entirely, moving far away toward the bathroom. He grips the wall, to stop him from returning to my side.
His copper eyes glow in the dark, a predator watching his prey.
My legs are still splayed, heart pounding in my chest and unbelievable pain grips me. Another denied orgasm. Another edging that has tears leaking from my eyes, hands slapping against the sheets like I’m a five-year-old in the midst of a tantrum.
“You son of a bitch!” I cry out, passion turned into burning rage. “You stupid, fucking bastard! How fucking dare you. You said—”
His hand wretches my chin back, forcing me to meet his harsh eyes. Wrath potent enough to harm swirls in those amber orbs.
“You look so pretty when you cry, wife.” He seethes, a nasty smile drifting over his full lips. I have the urge to bite them again, to draw blood for the utter bullshit he’s left me in. “Tears ruining this beautiful mascara, lips smeared. A beautiful fucking mess. Just for me.”
“You said I could cum.” I hate how pitiful I sound. I’m begging him, my husband, for an orgasm.
Where’s the Sloane that used to pour sugar into a man’s gas tank because he dared to leave me? She’d be ashamed at this weakness, this convulsing bullshit.
“I did.” He nods slowly, rubbing his thumb across my chin. He’s smearing the lipstick further, painting me like he did with his cum earlier. “I also said you’d only think of me. And remember who you belonged to. You didn’t do that.”
“I listened. I didn’t shower—”
“Do you want to come, amore?” His eyes flash, scanning my body. Pent up rage and fury make my limbs shake. The insatiable need to find my release ratchets up the anger until it’s all I can focus on, burning me whole. I’m going to claw his eyes out. “How badly do you need it?”
I clamp my mouth shut because fuck him.
He wretches me closer, thumb hooking into my mouth to pull me up. His tongue licks my lip, darting in to taste against my tongue. He’s kissing me, holding my mouth wide so I can’t deny him or kiss him back. I taste myself on his tongue, and it infuriates me further.
He’s holding me like this so I can’t bite him. Because he knows once he gave me a chance, I’d snap. He knows me.
“Admit that you’re mine, that this is your home now, and I’ll give you as many orgasms as this perfect body can take.”
“I’d rather fuck your cousin,” I mutter over his thumb.
He shoves me away, winking once. “Fine. This is on you now, Sloane. You get nothing from me. Go shower and go to sleep.” He steps away, grabbing that infuriating jacket again.
“You’re not coming to bed?” He made me move my meager possessions into this large suite, the least he could do is stay here with me. That was the point of this, wasn’t it?
That smile grows, edged with victory. “No, menace. I have work to do. And frankly, I don’t trust myself with you tonight.”
A curl of pleasure unfurls inside my belly, and I rub my legs together absently.
“Don’t,” he warns, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare think about touching that pussy without me here. You’ll come when you’re ready to admit what I want. Not a moment sooner.”
I cross my arms, daring him to say more, but he doesn’t. Just leaves. Leaving me in this giant room alone, body hurting from his denial.
“Fuck this.” I seethe, then slide off toward the bathroom. A hot shower and some self-care are exactly what I need.
