Page 13 of Coerced Wife

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, willing myself not to ask more, but he said himself this was my only opportunity to get a better understanding of the man I’m stuck with.

Lifting my gaze to his, I ask in a small voice, “Did you spank her?”

A beat follows in which he says nothing and everything. Rachele is too precious. He put her on a pedestal. He revered her too much to degrade her like that. She was the adored wife. I’m the convenient plaything.

The truth is like a sucker punch. I don’t know why I’m comparing myself with her. I’m nothing like Rachele. She was loved. Saverio gave her his everything. Whoever comes after will only get crumbs.

Damn, but it hurts. What the hell is wrong with me? This isn’t even about me. This is about Saverio.

I nod, pushing down the turmoil that threatens to spill over into tears. “I see.”

“Don’t do that,” Saverio says.

Blinking away the buildup of moisture that burns at the back of my eyes, I adopt a neutral tone. “Do what?”

“Don’t demean our chemistry by thinking what we share is wrong or dirty.”

“Isn’t it?” I ask, my voice wobbly.

He strikes out, grabbing my biceps and pulling me so roughly against him that the air leaves my lungs.

“We happen to like the same things,” he says, his eyes gleaming with a darkness he reserves only for me. “There’s nothing wrong with our brand of kink,tesoro, and I’ll prove it to you too.”

He crushes his mouth on mine before I can get a word in, parting my lips violently with uncontrollable passion. My body answers immediately, the flame that licks in my core the blazing proof of the point he’s trying to make. Our chemistry is undeniable, but the fire that scorches my skin where he trails his fingers over my arms doesn’t incinerate the ache that throbs with dull beats under my breastbone.

He takes my bag from my hand and leaves it somewhere on the dresser behind me. My wrap falls frommy shoulders, a piece of silk that sifts to the floor like a feather ripped from a wing. A broken thing. Slain. It lies at my feet with my conquered willpower, a red puddle of forgotten fabric as Saverio sweeps his tongue through the depths of my mouth and nips my bottom lip with his teeth.

I cling to his arms as he destroys me, creating need and wreaking havoc in his wake. He bunches the fabric of my dress into his fists and yanks the skirt up over my hips while walking me backward. Bowls and cosmetics rattle as I bump into the dresser. Bottles fall over. He sweeps a hand between my legs, groping for my center. Fresh arousal coats the remnants of his seed that have long since dried on my thighs. A perverse part of me revels in carrying that part of him on my skin. And inside me. It cheats me into believing I own a piece of him.

He doubles the onslaught on my lips while preparing me with his fingers, sliding two inside me and scissoring them. I moan into his mouth when he pumps before pulling out and smearing the slickness over my clit.

“Sav,” I say with a gasp, breaking the kiss to drag air into my lungs.

“Damn right,tesoro.” His voice is hoarse and his features are strained with the same need that steals my reason. “This…” He pushes inside me, stretching me so wide he must be using three fingers. “Is never wrong.” He fucks me harder with his hand, stressing every word with a punch that sends me closer to the edge. “This is beautiful. Rare.”

I burrow my face in his jacket to muffle the sounds that escape my mouth, but he twists my hair around his fist and pulls my head back to look at me.

He keeps his fingers inside me, curling them to hit a spot that makes my toes curl while rubbing his thumb in acircle over my clit. He brutally shoves me over the abyss while staring into my eyes, not allowing me to escape or hide as he gives me the ultimate truth. “And this ismine.”

I come so hard on his fingers that white spots dance in my vision. Aftershocks ripple through my core, tightening my lower body with pleasure. He drinks in my expression like a vampire feasts on blood, blue flames leaping in his eyes as he releases my hair and closes his fingers around the naked globe of my ass. The fire that lights beneath my flesh is instantaneous. I suck air through my teeth as he ignites the burn of earlier where the hairbrush tanned my skin. The pain is blunt, a lingering echo of glowing embers that amplifies the pleasure convulsing my inner muscles.

“That’s our truth,” he says, victory shining with possession in his feverish gaze as he keeps his hand between my legs and makes me ride out the storm.

When he goes down on his knees, I think about the destruction that will follow in the wake of that storm. Holding my gaze, he licks my slit from the bottom to the top. He pins my hips between his large hands and eats me as if he hasn’t just made me see stars. My body sags against the dresser, the edge biting into my back as he nips and sucks my swollen clit before working it between his teeth.

I need to hold on to something.

“I can’t,” I cry out, finding purchase for my fingers in his hair.

“Give me another one, treasure.” He spears his tongue into my opening, making me yelp and go on tiptoes. “Show me how right this is.”

He laps up my arousal, flicking his tongue over my sensitive flesh and alternating between nips and licks until my need climbs again.

Voices come from the hallway.

“I don’t care,” a woman says. “I hated the make-up. I looked like a fucking clown.”

“Sav,” I whisper, pulling on the thick, soft strands of his hair.

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