Page 74 of Isle of Seduction

I close the distance between us and sink down to one knee in front of her.

“Andrea?” Her voice comes up high and breathless.

I open the box to reveal the ring inside. It’s a band of white gold with a single radiant-cut amethyst, surrounded by zircons. When I opened it first as I got out of her father’s house, I couldn’t believe this would be the ring that she wears for the rest of our lives together. Then I remembered it belonged to her mother. It’s the most precious piece of jewellery she’ll ever wear.

“You got me my mother’s ring?”

Her eyes fall on the ring, fat tears forming at the corner. I remove it from its velvet bed to place it on her finger, aligning it with the simple gold band we share. Past, present and future adorn her hand and I swallow, my throat thickening suddenly.

“Giulia Moretti Capaldi, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Facing your father is the least of the hardships I’ll get through to get you what you deserve.”

“Hardship?”

“Your father is a cunt, sweetheart.”

Her laughs booms in the space between us and fills all corners of the room and of my heart. I gulp audibly. “I didn’t think I was built for love, sweetheart. But I’m built for you. I was made for you. Will you be my wife? For real this time?”

She looks at the ring on her hand again and drops to her knees in front of me, framing my face with her hands. Seeing the ring in the corner of my eye settles me. All I can see is her.

Her lips land on mine, softly at first. It’s all gratitude and devotion.

I lift her up from her kneeling position, gathering her into my arms and her legs band around my hips on instinct, her ass filling my hands where I hold her against me. I can feel the wetness at her core against my stomach and groan into her mouth when I take her lower lip between my teeth. She whimpers and I absorb the sound before I deposit her on her back on the bed.

“You’re going to be a good wife for me and show me how grateful you are, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Defiance flares behind the green irises, and I almost jump in excitement. I love to cherish her, but to punish Giulia is a thrill I’m addicted to.

“Are you gonna show me how grateful you are that I’m your wife?” she counters.

My smile is wicked when I prowl over her body and lower her bra down until I can take a nipple into my mouth. She throws her head back and I bite. Hard. Cries of pain melt into cries of pleasure on her tongue. I remove the bra and slap her other tit, overwhelming her with burning sensations before I gently lap at her heated skin to soothe the pain away.

“Have you forgotten you’re not in charge here, guerrieritta? I’m more than happy to remind you. Stay here and do not move.”

I go to my bedroom to retrieve the objects I’m going to need and come back leisurely, not rushing, hoping she disobeys me.

I tsk under my breath when I enter her bedroom and find my desperate slut of a wife with a hand in between her legs. Goosebumps erupt on my flesh at the prospect of tanning her skin red with my marks again, the anticipation of what I have in mind for her tonight barely contained inside me.

“Are you so fucking desperate to come, already?”

She nods, her chest flushed and legs trembling.

I set aside the objects I’ll use away from her eyes and her curious gaze follows me. I sit down in my chair. “Since you can’t keep your hands off what belongs to me, go ahead. Make yourself come.”

My voice is steel wrapped in satin, but she only hesitates a second before her hand snakes back into her yellow lace panties, blocking my favourite view.

“Panties off. Now.”

I can almost taste her obedience on my tongue, sweet and perfect just like she is. “Come give them to me. On your hands and knees.”

Giulia’s pupils dilate until black is all that’s left. Her chest heaves and she stands, then removes her panties slowly. When she drops to her knees and crawls to me with the panties in her mouth, I almost come on the spot. My cock is rock fucking hard, but I don’t intend to do shit about it. For now.

When she reaches me, she sits on her haunches and hands me the offensive fabric. Her hands glide on my thighs, but I take her chin in a possessive hold that soothes the primal part of my brain and force her gaze to meet mine. “Did I tell you to touch me?”

“No,” she whispers, her breaths shallow, and she removes her hands. Her nipples are so taunt, begging to be bitten again, but I don’t lose control. This is my scene, my play, and I’ll be damned if I let her win by letting her seduce me out of this role we love to play.

“Crawl back to the bed and fuck yourself. I won’t repeat myself.”

She crawls back to the bed, giving me a perfect view of her backside, creamy skin for days and tight asshole I want to own just like I do her pussy. The little shit even throws a wink at me behind her shoulder. She’s so fucked, and she has no idea.

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