Page 136 of Bad Little Bride

She’s bleeding.

I start to shake.

“Husband…”

I blink, eyes snapping her way. I frown at the softness in her stare, one that tells me she would be reaching for me if she could.

“Come here,” she whispers.

Slowly, I release my hold on Mino’s throat and do as she asks. I lean over, bringing myself closer to her, our lips a breath away from one another.

“I’m fine,” she swears. “Mino, keep going.”

“No,” I snap.

“Yes,” she breathes, stretching as much as she can, her tongue sneaking out and sliding along the seam of my mouth. “He won’t hurt me. He’d never hurt me…right, Mino?”

“Never, tiny dancer,” he promises. “I would never hurt you.”

His hand leaves hers, slowly stretching out until his fingers are running up and down her arm in slow, tender strokes.

My eyes move back to my wife.

Her lips are parted, breathing growing deeper but more labored. “If my hands weren’t cuffed in place, I’d?—”

“You’d what, Little Bride?” I snap out of it, grinding down into her, my dick hard and fucking thick against her, and I take no mercy, rubbing along her slit with long strokes. “Take me in your palm? Guide me home, right into that tight little cunt of yours?”

“In a fucking heartbeat.”

“You’d let Mino watch while I fucked you?”

“What better way to show him who I belong to?”

“Very slick, baby, but he needs no reminder. He knows.” I tug her lower lip between my teeth, freeing it only when it stretches to the max, and press my mouth to her ear. “Look what a good boy he’s being, touching you so softly, making sure you know he wants you to feel good and your pain isn’t pleasurable to him.”

“Stop teasing the poor girl, Enzo.” Mino’s tone is coy, and he makes no changes to what he’s doing. “I think it’s clear what she wants.”

“Hmm,” I hum, sucking on her neck until she gasps, tits pushing up into me. I can’t help but bite her then. “Should I give it to her?”

“Do you want your queen to want or have?”

“Always have. Never want.”

“Then, what is it you’re waiting for, my friend?”

“More like a brother, wouldn’t you say?” My hand goes to my belt, my button and zipper undone just as fast.

She moans softly at the sound, and my lips curve to one side.

“I definitely would,” he murmurs, and then her eyes blow wide, and I look over, just as his tongue leaves her skin, her blood now smeared along her knuckle.

Reaching between her legs, I move her panties to one side, slowly sliding inside her.

Her mouth opens and I swallow her cries with my own, pressing inside her until there’s nowhere else to go. To reach. I’m buried, drowning in her heat and going delirious with her moans.

There’s a soft clacking then her fingers are in my hair. Another, and then her other hand is digging into my neck, but that’s the last sound.

Mino leaves her legs locked in place, but her torso flies off the desk, forcing me back.

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