Page 48 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

“I've got no energy left in me to whip your lying ass.”

I smiled and put my head on the pillow, only to wonder what the rest of our honeymoon would be like.

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It was torture. Pure unmitigated torture.

“How are you doing over there, Angel?” Cyrus asked as he took the pot off the stove.

“Wonderful,” I spat out through clenched teeth.

I think he was still salty from my vibrator rating because he had me handcuffed and kneeling on the floor with the damn vibrator inside me. He knew how to hold a grudge because that was eight days ago.

He’d booked us a private island for our honeymoon, and I’d been naked since we got here. There had been no point in packing any clothes for the trip. His bare feet appeared before me.

“Dinner is ready, but I think you need a starter,” he mused as I lifted my head up to see my sadistic husband.

He pulled the tiny key out of his shorts and moved behind me to take the handcuffs off. I groaned and rotated my shoulders, but his hands began to massage me. I glanced at the clock, but it had only been twenty minutes since he had cuffed me. It felt like forever. He helped me onto my feet and led me towards the couch.

“Keep the vibrator in and get on your back with your feet up on the wall.”

I knew where this was going but I did as he asked and climbed on the couch until my head dangled on the edge of the couch and my feet rested on the wall. He adjusted my legs so they were spread open wider.

I watched him slide his shorts down and kick them away before he stood naked over my face. When I opened my mouth up, he didn't hesitate to push the tip of his semi-hard dick into my mouth. I tried to gasp when he began to fuck me with the vibrator, but his cock knocked it out of me.

I wrapped my hands around his cock and began to suck his cock while I twisted and rubbed his cock the way he enjoyed it. The good thing about the honeymoon was we learned a lot about our preferences. I heard him breathing harder over the hum of the vibrator. It didn't take long for his cock to lengthen in my mouth, and I felt the base of his cock harden.

“Fuck, Angel, you have magical hands and such a fuckable mouth,” he grunted before he spread his legs wider, which let him thrust deeper and with more vigour into my mouth.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his thighs as he drove deep into my neck, and the inevitable smack of his balls landed on my face. My head began to bounce off the edge of the sofa, aiding him with his hard strokes. I kept my throat relaxed as he plundered it unchecked. I could feel his muscles ripple beneath my hands as he moved.

He increased the speed on both parts of the vibrator, and I would have wept in relief as the vibrator began to thrum loudly, sending strong vibrations against my clit. If the battery ran out at that moment, I would’ve shoved the damn thing up his ass. I closed my eyes as I felt myself cum, but my cry was stifled by Cyrus ramming his dick inside my neck.

“Yes, you fucking swallow my cum, Angel,” he shouted before he pulled out of my mouth, and I felt his thick cum spurt into my mouth before it hit my lips, chin, and nose.

I kept my eyes closed and gasped for much-needed air, only to choke on the cum that slid down the back of my throat. I felt him lift my head up, and when I cracked one eye open because his cum had dripped all over my face, he had a soft smile on his face.

“You look fucking perfect, my dirty Angel,” he crooned, and I couldn't help but smile back at him.

“Great, now get that damn thing out of me,” I rasped out from my battered throat. I was done being edged by the vibrator.

“But I thought you loved it, baby,” he drawled lazily.

I fucking knew he held a grudge against me.

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I sighed again and began to tussle with my pillow. We had to leave the idyllic island and go home tomorrow. The reality of going back to work in Washington loomed before me.

“Do you need me to fuck your ass again to get you to settle down?” Cyrus said as he yanked my waist until I lay against him.

I wiggled my ass against him until his hand clamped over my hip.

“I’m going to miss you when I go back to work,” I mumbled.

When he began to chuckle, my head snapped back to glare at him.

“I’m going to join you in Washington. I have a little—business to take care of.”

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