Page 38 of Coerced Wife

If everything between us is wrong, this is the only part that’s right. When I need to run away from my life, I lose myself in him. He lets me fall into his darkness, using it like a cloak to hide me from the ugly reality only to remind me when morning comes of what he intends to take from me. To torment me with the same questions. To remind me I’m yet to tell him when I’ll be free to look at rings. To insist that I choose a date. Because those are the only choices I get. That’s all he can give me, that and the need that builds in my lower body as he rubs his knuckle down my slit and back up again.

When a whimper finally slips from my lips, he pulls hishand from my underwear. I want to grab his wrist and push it back between my legs, but he runs his palms over the insides of my arms and lifts them into the air. I hold them up while he pulls the sweater over my head and drops it on the bed. Like a man with experience in women’s clothes, his fingers are deft in unfastening the clasp of my bra.

My nipples expand further when my swollen breasts are free from the restrictive underwear. He cups the curves from behind, caressing them in his calloused palms. The abrasiveness of his skin on my tender parts only heightens the need that builds between my legs.

He pulls on my nipples, stretching them until I utter a yelp of pain. The relief when he lets go converts to pleasure. He leaves a burning trail in the wake of his hands everywhere he touches me.

His breath tickles my ear. “Do you want this,tesoro?”

My voice is breathy. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

I know what he needs to hear. “I want you.”

He always gives me a choice where my body is concerned. It’s only when it comes to my life that the decision is in his hands.

He kisses a path down my neck and nips my shoulder. I’m burning for him, ready to go down in flames. When he locks his hands around my waist and lifts me so that I’m straddling his lap with my back against his chest and my thighs stretched over his, I don’t fight it. I relax my head, finding a soft pillow in the crook of his neck as he holds me in place with one hand clamped on my breast and the other between my legs. He traces my slit through the thin cotton of my leggings with the tip of a finger, circling my clit with a too light touch.

I can’t take it anymore. I twist around, and he lets me. Grabbing hold of the waistband of his jeans, I yank him closer. I’m on my knees, popping the button and pulling down the zipper while he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He teases the tip with his teeth as I push the jeans over his hips. He lifts his ass to make it easier for me to free his cock. He’s thick and hot in my hand, and I’m impatient to feel him inside me, but I crawl down his body and get rid of the jeans first. They fall on top of my sweater, my laptop buried somewhere underneath.

I kneel between his legs, shoving back my hair and lowering my head to taste him.

“Come here,” he says in a husky voice, dragging me closer with his hands around my waist.

He pushes the leggings over my hips, fumbling in his haste. I slap his hands away and finish undressing myself, impatient to feel his naked skin on mine. Our mouths clash in a brutal kiss when I straddle him, his cock caught between my folds and his stomach. The urge to move is too great to go slow. I tilt my hips forward and rub against him, breaking the kiss. A feral growl tears from his chest. Before I can blink, he lifts me with his hands on my middle and impales me with a single thrust.

My pussy quakes at the sudden stretch. It’s too much and not enough. Leaning forward, I burrow my face in his neck and inhale his spicy, male scent. His hands are warm on my back, holding me close while my inner muscles adjust.

When I’m ready, I move, but he’s in control tonight. He holds me in place while he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in.

Another moan tumbles from my lips right into his mouth as he kisses me so hard that our teeth clash. He sweeps his tongue over mine, stroking the depths of mymouth before he sets my lips free and anchors me with a heated blue gaze.

I grasp his shoulders for balance. Easy or gentle isn’t in the cards. He quickly finds his rhythm, bouncing me on his lap as he goes for hard and fast.

My nails cut half-moons into his skin. My back arches. Unable to keep up, I simply hold on. The pleasure builds like sparks under my skin. It coils through my insides, our timing perfect as always, but his cock thickens inside me before I can find release. His body goes taut. He clenches his jaw and holds my gaze as he comes inside me, letting me see what I do to him.

He’s still hard when he pulls out.

“You’re going to hold in every drop I spilled in your pussy.” He takes my wrist and moves my hand between my legs. “I want my cum to fill you until I tell you to let go. That’s a good girl. Now lie back for me,tesoro, and spread your legs.”

Shivering with need, I want to please him. I fold out my knees and lower my back onto the mattress before straightening my legs with my hand between them.

“Good girl,” he praises again, kneeling next to me.

He traces a nipple with a finger, making my skin contract. He continues to draw circles around the tip until he’s teased it back into a painfully hard point. Then he does the same with the other nipple.

My breathing is strained. His teasing only makes me wetter, and with his cum inside me, I somehow feel fuller, as if there’s a strange pressure deep inside.

Staring down at me, he observes me with something dark and depraved burning in those icy blue eyes. “Do you trust me?”

I still at the question.

There’s something loaded about it. It’s like anunderlying current that makes still waters dangerous. My fingers go slack on my folds. He cups my hand, applying pressure and showing me what he wants me to do.

“Do you, Anya?”

Do I trust him with my life?

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