Page 38 of Blackmailed to the Altar

He smirked, closing the distance between us in a few unhurried steps. There was no rush, no hurry, he had me right where he wanted me, and he knew it.

“Oh,tesoro,” he murmured, leaning forward to reach out and brush a strand of my hair away from my face, behind my ear. “Of course you are. And you should be. Are you submitting tonight?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaky and unsure. The breath caught in my throat, my body instinctively pulling back, even as my mind screamed at me to stand my ground.

But Riccardo’s fingers lingered, trailing down my neck with a gentleness that belied the violence I knew he was capable of. It was a silent reminder of his control, of how easily he could switch between charming and cruel. And, God help me, that contradiction was intoxicating in a way I couldn’t quite understand.

He leaned in, his lips just a whisper away from my ear. “I’m in charge, do you understand that? You are mine. You could have screamed. You could’ve fought. Hell, you could’ve even begged me to leave.” His voice dropped lower, dark and teasing. “But you didn’t. You stayed. And now, here you are, giving yourself to the monster. Isn’t that what you call me?”

I nodded, feeling a bit ashamed of the way I’d treated my man.

“Words, little firecracker,” he chided me.

“Yes, sir.”

Riccardo grinned and stripped off his clothes. I had sealed my fate. Whatever happened tonight was going to change everything between us. I wished briefly that I could have Sebastian in the room with us, and the two of them were taking me at the same time… I don’t think my heart could handle that.

Since the kidnapping, these two men were all I could think about. No matter what I did, my mind wandered to them. Good and bad. Evil versus a darker evil. I was either going to get them out of my system, or fall deeper down this well.

“I owe you a punishment, little firecracker,” Riccardo rasped.

My body shivered from his closeness, and I watched him kneel on the bed, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. My slip had fallen off my shoulders, and I felt like a wanton woman.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

I felt his words in my stomach, as an invisible line pulled me to obey. I didn’t understand it, but I also didn’t want to question it. He was in charge. I took off my negligee, and watched in awe, as Riccardo lit candles in the room.

It set the mood in the room, but I doubted that was what the candles were for. When he reappeared at my side, his hands clutched a blindfold, and I stilled as he placed it over my eyes.

“Do you trust me, little firecracker?” he asked me.

My mind said no, but my mouth opened and answered differently. “I think so?” My words were breathy and laced with arousal.

“You will,” he grunted in response.

Riccardo slowly guided me backward on the bed. My remaining senses were on high alert, since I couldn’t rely on my sight. I had to trust he wouldn’t hurt me.

It was tantalizing. It was stimulating. I was wetter than I had ever been before. Warmth hit my chest from above, the familiar buzzing sting of the melted candle wax searing into my skin. It differed from the dreams. Everything was more heightened this time. I held my breath when he put something in each ear.

“Trust me,” he murmured. Soft music poured in through what I assumed were earphones. Another spot of warmth touched my chest unexpectedly, and I arched off the bed. It wasn’t painful, simply surprising.

It was also soothing. The wax was just warm enough to make me feel the heat, but not so warm that I worried about getting burned. Riccardo pressed his hand down on my chest, and I understood without him saying the words. He wanted me to keep still. I held my position, even though I wanted to rebel and rub my thighs together. Riccardo worked his way down the center of my torso.

I thought I knew where he was going next. “Yes, more,” I pleaded. Riccardo poured wax over my breasts, and I couldfeel the heat sting my nipples as it rolled downward. A sharp throbbing to my pussy told me Riccardo had smacked it.

I had moved from my position. I got back into it, and he rubbed one of his enormous hands over my head, like I was a well-behaved pet. I wanted to nuzzle him, but moving meant punishment, and I didn’t want that. I bit back a whimper of need.

I wanted Riccardo in me.

A stinging heat touched my inner thigh. I knew Riccardo was punishing me for moving. The wax was hot enough now that my skin was probably turning colors, but I held the honor bondage. I swore to myself I wouldn’t move, no matter what.

As he kept pouring the stinging wax over different, unexpected places on my body, I let go. I let go of the control I had held tight. I let go of the anxiety I’d felt from treating Riccardo how I did. I let go of everything holding me back.

My body sank into the bed, as I cut the last strings left tethering me to the person I once was.

The suspense, of where he was going to pour next, made my breath catch in my throat. I waited in needy anticipation, but there was no forthcoming warmth against my skin.

“What’s wrong?” I panted. In response, I got a sharp smack on each thigh, and one on my pussy that squelched.

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