Page 60 of Coerced Wife

I moan, wanting him to fill me.

“But you like it when I corrupt you, don’t you, treasure?” he asks, keeping the pressure between my legs while brushing a palm over my globe.

The sight of him in his formal suit with his naked cock jutting out is so hot that I can’t look away.

He catches my clit between his forefinger and thumb, pinching before rolling the sting away.

Another moan tears from my chest.

“My good girl has been very naughty.” He swats my backside playfully. “You’re only to walk around naked under your clothes when I tell you to do so.” Another swat falls on my ass. “Is that clear?”

“Yes,” I cry out when he spanks the other globe hard enough to heat my skin.

And then he’s done playing. He grips my hips, bends his legs, and enters me slowly. I dig my nails into the leather of the sofa, holding on as he starts moving. Hisrhythm is unrushed. He’s taking his time to fill me with deep, careful strokes.

“Sav,” I whisper, biting my lip.

He rolls his hips, hitting a spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Tell me what you want,tesoro.”

The truth slips easily from my lips. “You.”

He accentuates each word with a thrust. “Only me.”

Yes, only him. Just like Livy’s Harvey, Saverio ruined me for other men. Nobody compares to him. This, here, right now, with him pounding into me and my body turning boneless with unbearable pleasure, is home. It feels as if he belongs inside me. I’ll never be able to touch anyone else again, not without closing my eyes and pretending the hands on my body belong to Saverio.

When he finally picks up his pace, I shove a fist against my mouth to prevent a scream from escaping. He holds me in place with one hand on my hip and slips the other down the front of my body and between my legs to rub the heel of his palm over my clit.

I come in seconds, my vision splintering into blackness that fragments around the edges. Warmth bathes me inside, and somehow, it completes me. I’m wholly satisfied. I know without a doubt if he doesn’t come inside me, I’ll feel as if something is missing.

“All right?” he asks, rubbing a palm over my back.

Unable to speak just yet, I nod.

“Stay,” he says, fumbling behind me.

I manage enough energy to turn my face. He adjusted his clothes and is buckling his belt. Catching my gaze on him, he gives me the most beautiful, unguarded smile. It’s so unusual for him that my chest squeezes.

He goes to the wet bar and grabs a stash of paper napkins that he uses to clean me before discarding the lotin the trashcan. Then he carefully helps me to stand and turns me to face him.

The light in his shockingly blue eyes is soft and mischievous but also approving. Chuckling, he cups my face and wipes back strands of my hair that came loose from my updo. “We made a mess of you.”

“That bad, huh?”

He studies me with affection. “Worse.”

“Shit.”

After handing me my bag, he clasps my hand in his and pulls me to the door. “You can slip into the bathroom before anyone sees you.” A possessive grin stretches his lips. “You’ll want to fix your make-up. Otherwise, everyone will know what you’ve been doing with that sexy mouth of yours.”

My cheeks heat. “It’s unfair that not a single hair on your head is out of place.”

He drags me closer, making me brush up against him, and lowers his head to whisper in a wicked tone in my ear, “But my dick is still wet from your pussy, and I’ll remember how deep inside you I’ve been every time I think about it tonight.”

I shove him away. “You’re not helping. You know how hard it is for me to keep a poker face.”

“I don’t care if everyone in the club know you sucked me off before I fucked you right here in this room. In fact, it will be a good thing.”

Something pinches in my chest. “For our public image.”

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