Page 133 of My Ruthless Husband

Damian eases his hips back and then pushes inside again. Deeper this time. From that point, he picks up the pace. My mind and body are at war as he moves inside me. My mind is screaming at me to remember all the coldness, the distance, the undeniable truth of our marriage. But my body, traitorous and weak, responds to him as if it knows doing that would please its owner. Him.

I try to keep quiet, to resist from showing how much I missed this. How much I longed for this. But every thrust, every touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. It’s maddening. I’m lost in the moment, letting my body take over, betraying everything I know is true.

He has thrived on my vocal responses in the past. Always made sure to drive me mad with pleasure until my throat is sore. And right now, he is doing just that. I should fight it, shouldn’t give what he wants. But I can’t. Not now. Not when he’s making me feel like this.

Every gasp, every moan, it’s like my body is mocking me, showing me how weak I am.

Building a punishing rhythm, he continues to fuck me. I tighten around him, my moans getting louder. I’m so close to coming.

“I can feel you clenching my cock. Missed me that much, angel?” he taunts.

“Fuck you!” I snarl.

He pulls out and shock floods me. No, no, no! How could he stop now? My body screams in frustration. I was so close! So close!

“Why did y—?” before I can finish my question, he climbs onto the bed, grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him. His dark eyes sweep over me, illuminated only by the faint light spilling from the bathroom.

He drags me up and closes his mouth hungrily over my nipple. I cry out, my head falling back. At the same time, he guides himself inside me. Gripping my ass, he starts fucking me again.

When I’m about to reach my peak, he slows down. Gritting my teeth, I dig my nails in his chest and attempt to increase the pace by bouncing faster but he easily controls me with his grip on my hips.

“Not so fast, angel.” His hands tighten their hold, keeping me from moving at the pace I crave. Every time I try to thrust down, he resists, pulling me back just enough to frustrate me.

A groan escapes my lips, a mix of pleasure and desperation. My body is trembling with the need for release, but he’s not giving it to me. Instead, he lifts his hips slightly, grinding into me in slow, agonizing circles that send sparks of pleasure through my entire being.

“Damian,” My voice a breathless whisper. “I need it.”

His eyes are dark and intense as he watches me struggle. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I shake my head, defiant despite the overwhelming need coursing through me. “No,” I gasp, my nails digging deeper into his chest.

He watches the sweat coating my skin, takes in my unsteady breathing. “You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that,” he says, his grip on my hips tightening as he slows his movements even further, dragging out the torment. “But I can do this all night. How long can you hold out?”

The frustration builds, my body quivering with the need for release. Every slow thrust, every deliberate pause, drives me closer to the edge only to pull me back again. I can see the pleasure in his eyes.

“Just say it,” he urges, his voice a seductive growl. “Say you’re mine, and I’ll let you come.”

I bite my lip, refusing to give in. The tension inside me coils tighter and tighter, tears pricking my eyes.

He leans up to capture my lips in a searing kiss. “You’re so close,” he whispers against my mouth. “But you won’t get there until you admit it.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I moan in response, my body arching into his. He takes advantage of my vulnerability, one hand slipping between us to find my most sensitive spot. His fingers move in sync with his thrusts, adding another layer of pleasure to the mix.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. I’m caught in a whirlwind of sensation, every nerve ending on fire. I’m so close, but he keeps me there, denying me the sweet release.

“Say it,” he demands again, his voice rough with need. “Say you’re mine.”

“No,” I gasp, my voice breaking with need. “I won’t.”

He growls, the sound vibrating through me as he continues his ruthless pace, bringing me to the brink over and over. Mybody is a trembling, desperate mess above him, but he doesn’t relent.

But I can see it’s taking a toll on him. I am not the only one suffering. It’s in the strain in his eyes, the way his control is slipping. He’s as close as I am, barely holding on.

With a sudden surge, he flips us over, pinning me beneath him. His thrusts become harder, more frantic. And then, with one final, brutal thrust, he loses it. His release triggers mine, a wave of pleasure crashing over me so intense it leaves me sobbing.

As the last tremors of our shared climax fade, he collapses on top of me, breathing hard. His lips brush against my neck, his voice a low, serious murmur. “Next time, you’ll break.”

Not a chance. I meant it when I said I’ve changed. You won’t break me, husband. Not now, not ever. Not in this lifetime.

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