Page 42 of Reluctantly His

I pushed her backwards as I moved forward. “So what was all this? Were you just slumming it before you settled down as the dutiful bride? Was I just some wild fling, a taste of danger before you forced yourself to accept some pasty limp dick inbred aristocrat between your thighs?”

The longer I talked, the more my irrational rage took over.

Just the idea of my sweet girl opening her legs for another man nearly sent me over the edge. I wanted to tear my shirt and beat my naked chest with my fists as I yelled to the skies, she’s mine, and only mine, back the fuck off!

She pressed her palms over her ears as she stumbled backward. “Stop! Stop saying such things.”

My hands wrapped around her wrists as I wrenched her arms down. “The truth hurts.”

Her body weight tilted back, trying to break my grasp. “You pursued me! You were the one always dragging me into dark corners!”

“I was just playing the part, princess. Isn’t that what you wanted? The Neanderthal bodyguard manhandling you into submission.”

She gasped.

I pressed my advantage. “Forcing past your feeble resistance to get you to admit you like being treated like my whore.”

Her head shook violently. “No. That’s not true.”

“You’re lying. I bet your sweet pussy is wet right now just thinking about what I’m capable of doing.”

“Get out! Leave now!”

“Not a chance. Not until I earn my salary. After all, you might as well get your money’s worth.”

“I hate you.”

I reached for the buckle on my belt. “That’s the tragic part, princess. You don’t hate me. You hate yourself.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “What do you want from me?”

“Get on your knees.”

“What?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“You want to follow orders, then get on your goddamn knees.” I put my hand around the back of her neck and pressed her down. “And suck my cock.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said, gasping as she stumbled to the floor. “You’re really going to make me do this?”

I gave her a cruel smile. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, princess. But it’s your choice. However, if you don’t, I’ll tell your father what his daughter does in the dark after her recitals. Do you think your new husband would like to know how wet your pussy gets when you’re spanked?”

“Blackmail? Really?” she said, looking up at me with disbelief in her eyes. “Isn’t that beneath you?”

And if her lips hadn’t looked so soft and inviting, I might have relented, knowing I was only trying to hurt her as she had hurt me. “The only thing I want beneath me is you, but for now, having you on your knees with my cock down your throat will do.”

I reached for my belt buckle. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

She clenched her jaw as she stared up at me, hatred in her eyes.

When I took my cock out, she stared at it for a moment biting her bottom lip.

I loved the way she looked at it, a mix of admiration and more than a little fear.

My piercing had that effect. It was a surprising benefit to the metal cock ring I’d gotten on a dare, fresh off my first mission.

Sadly, I didn’t have all fucking day to just let her stare at it. I wasn’t even going to give her time to explore it.

She was just going to swallow it.

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