Page 99 of Bound in Debt
“I’m sorry, princess,” I murmur, breathing the words against her lips as I blindly reach to switch off the burner. “But your dinner is going to get cold.”
Lifting her by her ass, I plop her down on the edge of the countertop and step between her parted thighs. Our mouths collide on instinct, drawn to each other like magnets.
I can’t get enough of the way she melts for me, can’t get the memories and images I’ve collected of her out of my head. It wasn’t too long ago that this girl was playing the violin in my classroom and hoping for my approval, that she was complimenting me like a true fan, that she was irritating me like it was her job.
Now she’s my legal wife. My responsibility. Mine.
I want nothing more than to make it very clear to her what that means.
What it would be like if this was real.
Hooking my fingers along the edge of her shorts, I flick open the fly and yank them down her ass, dragging her panties over her legs along with the denim. Victoria doesn’t break my kiss, too far gone, and dinner becomes an afterthought as I imagine what we’ll do instead.
I’ll make it up to her.
I’ll buy her a damn pizza or eat her gnocchi cold. I really don’t care. But I need to be inside her, swallowing her moans as I take her rough and deep.
Victoria tears at my jeans as I sink two fingers inside her. She’s already soaked as shit for me. It only adds to my need. To my burning desire to own her tonight. I can’t wait to use her body any way I want.
My cock springs free and Victoria doesn’t hesitate to guide me to her center. My fingers are still deep inside her. Her increasingly haggard breaths drive me wild. I’m going to pound into her so hard that we’ll both need a break before the next round.
And there will be a next round.
“Dante,” she pleads, stroking my cock as I continue to finger-fuck her. I want her to come first, I want her sensitive and quaking, overwhelmed by pleasure when I slide deep.
“Give me just one orgasm, princess, and I’m all yours.”
“Please…”
Fuck. Me.
Denying Victoria when she’s like this is impossible. The urge to pleasure her, satisfy her, is nearly as essential to my being as my need to breathe.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I tell her. “And I’m not going to slow down. You should come before?—”
“I want to come on your cock.”
Done.
Drawing my fingers out of her wet heat, I grasp my cock at the base and slide home in one quick motion.
She squeezes me and my eyes slam closed on impact. Victoria mewls in pleasure as I crash into her over and over. Her nails bite into my skin, and I’m not sure whether it’s out of pleasure or pain as I feel her ass drag back and forth across the countertop.
“Open your eyes,” Victoria commands, and I’m helpless to refuse, obeying immediately. “I want you to remember who you’re fucking.”
How could I forget?
“And who am I fucking? The sweet little violinist who begged me to teach her or the sassy brat who thinks she can challenge me?”
“Your wife.”
The words do something to me, and I don’t want to examine the why too hard. Maybe it’s because, in a way, she’s admitting I own her. That no one can take her from me. Gabriella was never mine to claim. She belonged to someone else and I wish I had recognized it sooner.
But Victoria is independent as shit and never fell for the entitled pricks at her school. She didn’t want to attach herself to someone appropriate and turn into some sort of Stepford clone of her mother.
No, she wants to belong to herself, to live life on her own terms.
“You just love to remind me, don’t you, princess?” I gloat as I fuck her nice and hard. “Always making sure?—”
