Page 110 of A Debt of Darkness

She whimpers a yes, and I almost come.

Ivy’s fueling every one of my desires and my arousal’s running wild.

“Please, Master.”

I freeze and blink, staring at my beautiful, fragile girl who’s as ferocious as I am, listening as her plea for more is a roar that stuns me to silence.

My head tilts and asks if she means it.

Hers mirrors mine and replies she fucking does.

Gods, she’s going to break me.

I crash my mouth onto hers and there’s nothing soft about my kiss. There’s nothing restrained about my need to fuck and claim her, and Ivy responds, matching my arousal with a need of her own.

Ivy moans as my teeth grate over her lip and I’m dangerously close to biting her. I’m quick enough to stop myself from making a fucking foolish mistake amid myarousal, only threatening Ivy with something I’ll make happen soon—and she doesn’t flinch.

She’s grown bold. More confident now her trust has increased. I broke it before we even started, but now I have it and my mate really is mine. Mine to worship and demean. Mine to pleasure and provoke. Mine to adore and fuck as I torture her with agony and ecstasy.

I break our kiss, tightening my hold as Ivy stares at me, drunk on lust. Her emerald eyes shine and her lips are swollen, pleading for more kisses. For more attention.

Ivy whines as I step back and those pink lips of hers fall apart, pouting as her need for me overwhelms her.

“Please, Master.”

I’m tempted to fuck her now, but something tells me I’d do better to wait. For a few seconds. My breathing turns ragged as I watch Ivy, trying to figure out what it is my instincts know is happening.

“Please, Master,” she says, whimpering. “I need you to fuck me. Please. Please fuck me.”

My cock aches as she starts begging.

“It’s fucking agony, Henry. Please.” Ivy’s eyes are full of need and her chest heaves as she surrenders to the lust washing over her. “I’ll do whatever you want. Any-fucking-thing. Please just fuck me before it kills me.”

My eyebrow arches, and she tries to lean forward. My arm holds her and Ivy whines, tightening her grip on my desk as she clings on, stopping herself from touching what she knows she mustn’t.

On other days, I’d turn her ass a pretty shade of red for being so fucking rude. Or bold. Or not bold enough. Or because it gave me pleasure to give her pain instead of the ecstasy she’s begging for.

But not today.

Today, my wife surrendered and accepted her place. She’s deepened her submission. She’s stopped fighting and let me control her. Ivy’s given herself to me, and I’m not going to turn her down.

I grab her leg, flipping her over before she knows what the fuck is happening. Ivy shrieks and pushes off the desk, and my body boxes her in. Her ass collides with my front and she groans, stiffening as my erection presses into her.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

My voice is laced with threat and Ivy shudders as her heart accelerates, pounding hard enough for me to feel it beating in my chest. Her heat spreads into me and my girl’s on fire, consumed with arousal dripping from every fucking pore.

“I won’t, pet.”

She whines.

“Not until you ask me.” I bring my lips to her ear. “Ask nicely, lea, and I’ll decide if you deserve my cock.”

Ivy sucks a stuttered breath in and almost collapses onto the desk. My arm wraps around her and pulls her against me, enjoying every fucking shiver of excitement rolling through her.

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

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