Page 42 of The Marriage Contract

“Keep. Going.”

All over this city, I inspire fear in men. People talk about me in low whispers of pure dread, but I have no power here. It’s all Elena.

“I’ll show you how bad you really want it,” I growl, pulling down her shorts and her underwear.

Falling to my knees beside the bed, I stare in awe at her feminine core. She’s glistening with her wetness. Her lips are swollen with pure need. I reach under the bed and grab her ass, caressing her supple mounds as I bring my mouth to her slit.

“Do you think this is a game?” I snarl.

“I’m not playing any game.”

“Sure you’re not. Beg me to lick your pussy. Beg me to make you come.”

I stare up at her. Genuine desire dances in her eyes. She bites her lip. I can see how tortured she is. I can see how confusing this situation is—for both of us.

“Do it,” she says after a pause. “Lick my virgin pussy, Dario. You own my clit.”

“I don’townyou.”

“Yes, you do.” She reaches down, dragging her fingernails through my hair. “You own me—all of me. Lick me. Make me come. Make me creamy for your big, hard dick.”

“Elena …”

“What are you waiting for?”

Fuck. As I hold onto the tempting roundness of her ass, my rigid heat drenches my underwear with precome. My head is a mess of adrenaline and lust as I push my face forward and start licking her clit. She might be trying to make a point, but she can’t fake the response her body is giving me.

She tenses, then her hips shift in time with my tongue strokes. I indulgently squeeze her thick ass when she moans. There’s no damn way she’s faking this. I feel her legs tight with lust when I bring my finger to her hole, sliding it in as I lick her clit at the same time.

Grinding her pussy against me, her moans get even more intense, even more urgent. Whatever else is true, I know she was being honest when she said she wanted to forget.

Faster and faster, I lick her clit, feeling her orgasm approach with the thrumming of her virgin walls around my finger. When she gasps and her hole gets wetter and tighter, I know the orgasm is hitting her. I suck her clit, groaning greedily, probably leaving red marks on her ass from how hard I squeeze her heavenly softness.

“Oh my …” she gasps. “Oh, oh,oh.”

Finally, she stops trembling. I stand up and tear down my pants. My demanding shaft springs free. She bites her lip, nodding, lying back with her soaked thighs spread wide.

“Do it, Dario,” she moans. “Get what you paid for.”

“Don’t say that,” I snap. “I’m not paying you forthis.”

“Take my virginity,” she says, stroking her hand over her sopping perfection. “Pound your dick into me. Make me scream.”

“Fuck.”

I lean down, my engorged flesh so sensitive. I feel my seed ready to burst as I grab my dick to guide to her entrance. When I bring my tip to her slit, the voice in my head grows even louder, roaring at me,Not like this. She’s traumatized. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. This is almost like a challenge. She wants me to prove that this is just a transaction.

Yet I still can’t move away. I caress her entrance with my tip. Whatever else is true, her body wants me, even if her mind is a mess.

“Not like this,” I say, giving voice to the doubt twisting through me.

“You want it,” she moans.

“So do you,” I snap, “but this isn’t the right time. You think I’m just an animal, a killer who’s going to fuck you and then throw cash at you? No, Elena.”

She reaches down, grabbing my relentless desire and stroking slickly up and down. “No?” she whines. “No? You don’t like this?”

“Fuck, when you rub me like that, your tits shake.”

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