Page 46 of The Vicious Defender

I shake my head and stare at him. His finger absent-mindedly stroke my cheek and he pulls me close again, the bars digging into my skin.

"We'll find a way out. Together," I promise him.

"I won't risk our future children," he murmurs.

"Enough of this, please," I manage brokenly. "I just want you back. Kiss me. Fuck me. Love me."

"You want me to make you cum right here?"

"Yes," I whisper. "That's all I want."

He smirks and then his lips are back on mine, his tongue probing into my mouth, and I moan into his kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. I need him to ground me. To keep me from floating away. To stop the pain.

"Take my cock out, angel," he growls, his teeth grazing my neck.

My shaky hands reach out through the bars of his prison. I feel his erection straining against his jeans and moan.

"Fuck," I mutter, desperate for more.

"You've been a bad little girl," he hisses, his eyes narrowing on mine. "Running away from me. Letting your parents treat me like shit."

"I'm sorry," I gasp. "Please forgive me."

"You will pay the price," he promises. "First, I'll fuck your pussy. Then your ass. Finally, I'll cum all over your pretty little face."

"Please," I whisper.

"Unzip my pants, Tallulah," he orders. "Now."

I unzip his jeans, freeing his thick, veiny cock. It's so hard, and pre-cum is dripping out the tip.

"Touch me," he hisses, and I wrap my hands around his cock.

I'm so needy I can't think straight. Can't even acknowledge we're in a nasty hallway. All I want is my husband, right here, right now. Not even the bars of his cage will keep us apart - not now, not ever.

"Tell me how much you love it," he orders.

"So much," I gasp, licking my lips.

"Tell me what a whore you are for my cock," he hisses, and the dogs start barking.

"Stop," I manage.

"No. Keep stroking it. Keep talking."

"I'm your whore, Xavier," I tell him.

"And?"

"I want you to cum on my face. Make me yours."

He grunts his approval, his hands pulling up my dress and ripping off my panties through the bars. He pushes two fingers inside my pussy, and I moan, feeling his thumb rubbing circles around my clit.

"I'm going to fuck you, Tallulah. Right now. Right here."

"Please," I moan, and the dogs pipe up again.

"Shut the fuck up, mutts," he growls, his eyes locked on mine. "Look at me, Tallulah. Look only at me."

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