Page 30 of Captive Mafia Wife

"Three. Now, let’s see how wet you are for me.” My fingers fight their way between her ass cheeks, slipping into the slick arousal between her thighs. I begin to tease and torment her most sensitive spots. Her body arches, her protests turning into moans as I push the boundaries between pain and pleasure.

My fingers withdraw as I plant another hard spank on her ass. "Four," I say, “for making me want you so badly, my beautiful, feisty Freya."

"Five," I say, my voice a low growl of need as I take in the sight of her reddening ass. "For being so beautiful and tempting that even the strongest part of me can't resist the siren call of your taste."

"This is SO ridiculous! When will this be over!"

"Six," I say, my voice thick with desire. "For your language.”

"Seven," I say, spanking her again. "For making me want to keep you locked within these walls forever. To never let you leave my sight."

She moans, twisting in pain, yet the intoxicating scent of her strengthens, filling the room and driving me wild with desire. I want to throw her on the leather sofa and take her now.

But I’m a patient man, and just like whisky aging in an oak barrel, some things are worth waiting for.

“Eight.” I spank her on the right cheek. “Nine.” The left. “And ten.”

I don’t tell her the last three are for making me realize I didn’t just bring her here for her protection. There’s more here between us than me taking her and being satisfied. I’ve started to wonder if, in some act of insanity, I brought her here because I feel more for her than pure carnal desire.

I lean down to kiss her softly before pulling back and whispering in a low voice, "Are you going to behave now, my little wildcat?"

She moans with defiance before she gives in with a defeated sigh. "Yes," she says through gritted teeth.

Satisfied with her answer, I bring her up, sitting her bare, punished ass on my lap, her panties still around the tops of her thighs. The stiff fabric of her dress stays up around her waist, and I get an enticing peek of her smooth, naked pussy.

“I’ve brought you here to marry you. Not only will you be safe here away from Glasgow, but our marriage will prove to everyone that you are a King, through and through.”

“I can’t do that.” She shakes her head.

I brush her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. “Take your time.”

“It would take an eternity—” I cut her off, my lips trailing kisses down her neck, tasting her skin's salty-sweet essence as my hands continue their exploration—until she lets out a low moan.

I pull back slightly, my eyes locking onto her green ones. Her gaze is filled with anger and desire, fury and longing.

I can see the struggle within her, the push-pull of her innate desire to defy me with her overwhelming need for pleasure that only I can provide her.

“Now, I’ll have my kiss.”

Her eyes fill with shock and desire, and she looks at me, her chest heaving. I lean in, my lips teasing her own, a soft caress that tells her there will be more. Her eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a small moan as I explore her mouth with my tongue, savoring her sweetness.

She kisses me back, and I taste the complexity of emotions on her lips—overwhelmed, angry, but also undeniably hungry. She knows she is at my mercy, yet she can't resist the incredible energy ever-present between us.

She moans softly, pressing into me even more as I continue my exploration. Her skin is warm beneath my hands, flushed and alive with passion.

As I kiss her, I smooth my hand over her body. Although unsure of why she had the reaction she did the other night, I’m careful to avoid her breasts. My hand moves lower, cupping her between her legs and finding her already wet and ready for me. With a slow, torturous pace, I tease and stroke until she's panting and begging for release. My arousal is almost unbearable as I continue to pleasure her.

She writhes and moans beneath my hands, her body surrendering to my touch while her mind fights against it. I can feel my control slipping as I watch her respond to me, every part of her trembling with need.

She breaks away from our kiss, gasping a shaky, "Fredrick," as she tries to catch her breath. She grabs my shoulders, fingers digging into me as she rises into that climax.

“Good girl. Look what you get when you stop fighting me and obey.”

Freya breathes out. "I never promised that I would follow your rules."

“You will if you want to come, beautiful girl.”

“Mmm…” She gulps, her hips rocking as she chases down that wave of ecstasy.

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