Page 16 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

"You have no idea," I whispered, pulling my top off and throwing it aside.

Vince stood, unbuttoning his shirt as he watched me. "Lay back," he ordered.

I obeyed, thrilled by submission. He walked around the room, his gaze never leaving mine. "You want to be a dirty little whore, don’t you?"

"Yes," I breathed, my pussy throbbing.

He grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, his eyes glinting with wicked intent. "Spread your legs."

I did as he commanded, the anticipation nearly killing me. He ran the bottle along my inner thigh, the cold glass almost making me jump.

“Your pussy’s so wet. I bet I could slip this inside of you easily.”

My breath hitched as he pressed the bottle against my entrance, teasing me.

"Do you like this, Psycho?" he whispered, his voice dark and seductive.

"Yes," I moaned, the sensation driving me wild.

He began to push the bottle inside me, slow and deliberate, the pressure building with each inch. I gasped as the neck of the bottle came to an end, but Vince shoved on. His eyes burned into mine as he continued fucking me with the wine bottle, his movements calculated and controlled.

"You're my bride," he growled. "Say it."

"I'm your bride," I gasped, as the hard glass raked against my walls and the wine slushed into me.

His gaze falling to his hands, he increased the pace, moving the bottle in and out of me with a rhythm that was so insanely fast, it was almost mechanical. It felt so fucking good, but part of that was the look on Vince’s face, the way his lip hung down as he admired his work. At the moment I was about to come, the door swung open. Margo stood there, her face a mask of shock, her eyes locked at the bottle and my pussy.

"Mr. Mancini, I—"

"Get out," Vince commanded, not missing a beat.

Margo's eyes widened, but she backed out of the room, closing the door behind her. The interruption only heightened my arousal, but the bottle slipped out of me. Vince's eyes darkened with a dangerous glint. Sinking to his knees, he lapped up the merlot dripping out of my pussy. When he was done, he grabbed the bottle and, with a swift motion, smashed it against the table edge, the shards glinting menacingly.

"You think you can take the lead?" he growled, pointing the jagged edge at me. "I am in charge. You won't be crawling on tables at my parents’ estate and tempting me like this. If I want you, you'll know it."

I stared at him, not knowing what to make of this. But Vince wasn't playing around. With a sudden move, he yanked me off the table and hoisted me into his arms, carrying me through the mansion, bridal style, my bare skin pressing against his suit. "I always get what I want," he proclaimed as we moved through the house.

We passed through luxurious hallways, the opulence of the mansion blurring in my peripheral vision. He threw open a set of double doors, revealing an extravagant pool area. The pool itself was massive, with crystal-clear water lit up in the night. Marble statues and lush greenery surrounded the space, giving it an almost ethereal quality.

Without warning, Vince tossed me into the pool, the cold water shocking my senses. I surfaced, gasping for breath, and saw him stripping off his clothes. He dove in, his powerful strokes sending ripples across the water. He was like a shark, and I was his prey.

He reached me in an instant, grabbing me and pulling me close. His fingers explored every inch of my figure under the water. "My bride," he snarled, his mouth crashing against mine in a bruising kiss.

Vince's hands found my breasts, squeezing them roughly as his mouth moved to my neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that would surely bruise. I arched against him, the mixture of pleasure and pain driving me wild.

In an abrupt move, Vince took my shoulders and forced me underwater, holding me there. I’d held my breath just in time. Panic flared for a moment, but then the thrill of danger took over. I held my breath, feeling his hands gripping me tight so I couldn’t come up. My pussy pulsed with arousal, every second underwater heightening the sensation.

Vince wrenched me back up, my gasp for air turning into a moan as he immediately continued his assault on my senses. Going under himself, he bit at my nipples like a hungry piranha. His hands moved lower, parting my legs and finding my most sensitive spot. He rubbed me furiously, the water amplifying every touch.

"You're a dirty little whore," he hissed in my ear. "And I expect you to play that part well."

Unable to form words, I nodded, my body mesmerized by his passion. Vince lifted me, pinning me against the side of the pool. He steered my legs around him and plunged his dick inside me, not taking this time. I cried out, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night.

"Take it," he demanded, his voice rough. "Take it all."

I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rode the waves of pleasure he sent crashing through me. He wasn't done with me yet. Vince slipped his dick out, swung me around, pressing my chest against the cool tiles of the pool edge. With each forceful thrust from behind, he drove me to closer to climax.

The water sloshed around us, the cool liquid heating up around our friction. I felt like I was on fire, every nerve ending smoldering. Vince held my hips, using the leverage deliciously. My head bobbed, and I held my breath when I needed to. But Icould barely hold on, my body shaking. When he steered my hips back and dunked my head under while he moved, damn.

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