Page 70 of Devil Mine

Mywife.

I can’t imagine I’ll ever grow tired of calling her that. Every time I think it, I feel myself getting more and more territorial over her. Wanting to find a way to permanently mark her.

“How can you say this isn’t a punishment, you sadist?”

My eyes darken in response. I press down on her lower back, pushing her against my hard cock, and shove her legs open. When she immediately tries to close them, I slap the inside of her thighs until she’s lewdly spread.

“Because of this.” Lightly, I slap the tips of my fingers against her pussy. The car echoes with the sounds of her dripping wet pussy. “Listen to how soaked you are,amor. Does that sound like pain or pleasure to you?”

Her legs fly shut, trapping my hand between her thighs. It’s a strategic mistake that I’ll make her pay for. Curling my fingers, I find her opening and thrust two in to the hilt.

“Oh, god,” she cries, spine arching and hands wringing together at the small of her back.

“Just as tight as I remember,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “You didn’t let anyone touch you here?”

She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t need to. My ring is still on her left hand, my fingers still getting squeezed by her tight heat. I can tell she hasn’t spread her legs for anyone since she ran. Her dreams must have kept her busy.

I thrust into her, wishing I had a third hand so I could also collar her neck and squeeze the breath from her throat.

“Every time you pretend you hate it when I touch you, I’ll prove to you what a liar you are. You won’t be able to run from the truth like you ran from me, I promise you that.”

“Mhmm,” she mumbles, face pushed into the seat. She bites the expensive leather to keep from moaning and it enrages me.

“Ask me to fuck you.” I repeat the order once more, voice so deepened by lust it’s no longer recognizable. Her resistance makes me crazy. She told me she’d come willingly and I intend for her to mean that in every single fucking way.

“Never,” she pants.

I laugh, a dark, humorless sound, and pull my fingers from her tight heat. She whines softly at the loss. It turns into a sharp exhale when I fist her hair and use it to yank her backwards. Her back is arched unnaturally as I press my mouth against her ear.

“Then you’ll beg,” I promise sinisterly. “Only then will I fuck you. I can outlast you,amor. I’ve waited long enough to have you. But I’ll need you on your knees begging me to take that sweet pussy before I do.”

I shove her back down into the seat without waiting for an answer and rip her thong clean off. She gasps again. It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds.

“Punishment it is,” I grunt, reaching for the buckle of my belt.

The metal clanks in the silence, pulling her attention down to my waist. When I yank on one end and the entire length of the belt whooshes through the loops with an ominous snap, her eyes widen in fear. Maybe she was right to call me a sadist because I feel my cock harden even further at her obvious anticipation.

“Changing your mind?”

She shakes her head stubbornly, but the alarm in her gaze remains.

“Good,” I say, folding the expensive leather so it forms a loop in my hand. “Because nothing’s going to stop me from marking this ass now.”

“You really are the devil,” she bites.

I caress her ass with my belt and she flinches at the contact of the cool leather.

“And you’re an angel,amor. My angel,” I purr. “But I won’t stop until I’ve dragged you down into the depths of hell for eternity with me.”

With that, I lift the belt and bring it swiftly back down. It whistles excitingly through the air before it strikes her ass. She screams, an open-throated sound that sends a pleasing tingle down my spine.

Her hands are white-knuckled fists by the time the second thwack comes down on her cheek. A bright red welt lifts on her skin, matching the first. Seeing them appear soothes something that’s been dangerously untamed since she left.

“Only five today,amor. But if you run from me again, I won’t stop until you bleed.”

When she doesn’t answer, I whip her again. Her answering scream is ragged, her throat worked raw from the pain. Thankfully the car is soundproofed, otherwise I’d have to shoot Arturo and Marco for listening to sounds that belong to me.

“Answer me.”

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