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“That’s a good girl,” I said in an unrecognizable, breathy tone. I couldn’t take any more of her unbearable teasing. I reached out and picked her up suddenly, and she yelped a little in surprise.

I gently lowered her onto the soft mattress, pushing her back until she was sprawled out like a sensual sacrifice. Strands of hair spilled across the pillows, and I couldn’t resist running my fingers through them. As I secured the ropes around her chest and arms, I couldn’t help but notice the faint red imprints left behind on her skin. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing every single one, leaving my mark on her in return.

I gave those to her.

I pushed her legs apart aggressively. I slid my hand down her body until it reached the apex of her thighs.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” I inquired.

She moaned in response as I teased her by bullying her. “Is the little wife in heat?” I chuckled.

I inquired again, impatient almost. “Is my little wife in heat?”

“Yes,” she said softly, a quiver in her voice.

“Perfect,” I said, with a certain joy in my voice. I slid home into her slick heat, and relished her screams. This was her punishment. No foreplay, as she had to accommodate my big fucking cock.

Sniffling, she cried, “Condom.”

I ignored her and pulled out, letting the cool air kiss the tip of my cock. I took a deep breath in and slowly released it out.

In one quick movement, my cock was buried deep inside her again. She let out a sharp moan of pleasure, a moan that turned into a series of high-pitched whines, as I pummeled my dick in and out of her.

She was so slick, so wet, so ready. Her juices coated my thick, hard cock, making it easy for me to slide in and out of her. With every thrust, her core ignited, her small breasts bouncing, herhard nipples brushing against my chest, as my mouth crashed down onto hers.

My tongue invaded her mouth like my dick invaded her pussy. She was helpless to it, but reciprocated nonetheless. She kissed me deeply and hungrily, thrusting her hips up to meet mine in rhythm and timing.

I kept pounding into her. She moaned loudly and gushed on my cock, screaming my name.

“Roman!”

My orgasm raced, and I lifted her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle. Her tight cunt gripped and milked my cock. Fuck, I couldn’t help but imagine her pregnant with my child. It was a matter of time.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” I groaned into her neck.

My orgasm raced down my spine. As she squeezed me, her body convulsed, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She screeched and tensed before collapsing into the sheets.

Out cold.

I kept fucking her, chasing my orgasm without a care for her pleasure, since she’d already come. I could feel her pussy fluttering, and pulled away so I could watch, as I filled her up with my cum.

“That’s it. Take it like a good fucking girl.” I let out a shout, straining my throat in the process.

I caught myself before my sweaty body fell on top of her. I gazed at her chest, taking note of the steady rise and fall as she breathed. The sunlight danced across her features, casting a shimmering glow. My wife was so fucking pretty. I couldn’t get enough of her.

If she understood the depth of my obsession, she would flee, and hide so thoroughly that I would never be able to find her. I couldn’t let that happen. Together, we would slay her monsters. Then I would keep her. If she tried to run, I’d lock her up.

It worked for my father, Alexie, why not me?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Valentina

Bolting upright in bed, I frantically scanned the room for a familiar face, but there was only one other person in the cramped cabin – Roman. He called himself my husband, but yesterday’s events proved him to be my captor too. The thought made me shudder. Glancing at the calendar hanging on the wall, I counted down the remaining days of this voyage. I couldn’t let Roman stop me from escaping to freedom. Only a few more days left, and then I would be free from his grasp.

Once we got to Capri Island, I would lose Roman.

A banging on the room door caused Roman to stir, before I could crawl out of the bed undetected. He rolled over and rubbed his hard, naked body against mine.

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