Page 72 of Sunrise Malice

I’m going to end Henri. I’m going to send him burning into hell where the fucker will suffer for all eternity. But I have to do it the right way.

Frustrated, I grab Brianne and pull her against me. She releases a soft breath as I kiss her, slamming my hungry mouth onto hers. I love the way she tastes, the way she whimpers every time I touch her, like she can’t control the noises she makes. It’s intoxicating, how much she likes this.

“Don’t take your anger out on me,” she whispers, licking her lips and staring up at me.

“That’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

“I know you told me to stay away from them, and it’s not like I went searching them out. I just wanted a stupid glass of wine.”

“I know, my wife, I know, but things aren’t safe right now.”

“No kidding. Your grandfather is seriously terrifying.”

I grunt in agreement. Grandpère is very good at turning on intimidation when he needs to. The man is eerily prescient when it comes to finding what a person is afraid of and exploiting it for his own purposes.

I kiss her again. This time, I let it linger and build. My stomach pulses with excitement as I drag her toward the couch, a vicious smile on my lips. “You know, my wife, you did disobey me.”

“Disobey? I didn’t realize I was followingorders.”

“Now you know then.” I unbutton the top button of her jeans and slowly unzip them. “What should I do about it?”

“Nothing,” she says, breathing fast, her mouth hanging open.

I yank her jeans down. I push them as low as I can, exposing little black panties. I reach out and grip her ass hard. “I don’t know. I think I need to punish you. To make you understand the severity of what happened.”

“Punish me?”

I slap her ass gently. “Yes, baby.Punishyou.”

Her eyes go wide as she understands. She tries to twist away, but I hold her tight and sit down, dragging her onto my lap and holding her with an iron grip. She wriggles and squirms, breathing hard.

“Julien,” she groans when I spank her lightly. I yank down her panties to expose her bare bottom. Her glorious, edible fucking ass. “Don’t be mean.”

“From what I recall, this is one of your little checkboxes.” I spank her again, harder this time. “Do you like this, my beautiful wife?”

“Maybe,” she says, breathing hard, mouth hanging open.

I put the fingers of my left hand between her lips. She sucks them, whimpering, as I spank her again. This time, I hit her harder, and she gasps loudly in surprise. I grab her hair and pull, arching her back, and lean down to bury her mouth with mine.

“Bad girl,” I whisper, dominating her lips. “You bad, filthy, dirty fucking girl.”

“I’ve been good,” she complains. “You’re too hard on me.”

“I’m not hard on you at all.” I spank her again, and again, and this time I slip my hand down to tease her folds.

She’s soaking fucking wet.

Her hips wriggle and she groans as I tease her clit.

“Asshole,” she whines. “You can’t expect me to hide in here forever.”

“I can and I do.” I pull my hand from her pussy and spank her hard. “You are my wife now, baby, and you will do as you’re told.”

Another spank, another, and her pale ass is bright pink. I tease her pussy, giving her pleasure to go with the pain, my fingers in her mouth again. She sucks them, greedy and moaning, and I’m so fucking hard I feel my pulse in my balls.

I spank her three more times before I can’t take it anymore. I push her down onto the couch, ass in the air, and I lick her from behind as I unbuckle my pants. She’s moaning, gasping, as my tongue laps out along her folds from behind, her ass spread wide.

“Mine, all fucking mine,” I growl, moving back to free my cock. I’m throbbing, I’m so fucking hard right now. “And I’m going to punish this wet little pussy. Look at you, dripping wet. Baby, tell me you want this.”

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