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Her eyes widen when they land on the silver blade that I bring up between us. Fear dilates her pupils, drowning out the clear blue I’m obsessed with. Frowning, I realize she thinks I’m going to hurt her with it. Haven’t I made it clear how deep this obsession runs?

“Remember what I told you? The fantasies I have about you?”

She swallows thickly, nodding almost imperceptibly as her eyes remain trained on my knife.

“I think it’s about time we make a couple of those a reality.”

I bring the knife down to the neckline of her dress and cut it off her with one precise, lethal swipe. Her bra gets shredded next, both items falling off her chest and revealing a perfect pair of plump tits and dusky pink nipples.

Pink.

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Chapter Twenty-EIGHT

Tess

Icry out in alarm when my breasts bounce free of my bra. Immediately, I try to cover myself. Thiago just had his mouth on my pussy but being completely naked in front of him is a whole new level of vulnerable that I’m not ready for. He grabs my wrists in each hand and pins them on either side of my head.

Eyes that shine with dark intent stare heatedly at my chest, hypnotized by what they see. The intensity with which he looks at me rivals the ferocity with which he handled me when he was punishing me.

The burn in my cheeks radiates white-hot heat across my entire ass. My brain is still operating at a thousand miles per hour trying to process what just happened. He hurt me then gave me the most intense orgasm of my entire life, both in terms of skill and the way he’d stared possessively at me through it all. He enjoyed causing me pain and getting me to submit. He’d promised me months ago that he would, so I don’t know why I was surprised when he pulled me over his lap and spanked me.

I can’t believe he did it, but even more shocking, I can’t believe I let him. The spanking had hurt beyond measure, and even though I hadn’t wanted him to see any weakness, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from screaming and eventually crying.

But the more his belt came down, the more he forced me to submit to him, the stronger the heat in my core had grown. With each strike on my cheeks, an electric tingle had zapped through me. By the time he was done, my pussy was throbbing so painfully with need that when he put his mouth on me, I’d been powerless to resist him.

If he’d asked again if I wanted to fuck him after he ate me out, I don’t know if I would have found the strength to say no.

And now he looks at me with even more ownership in his gaze, raking those honeyed eyes over my breasts like he’s trying to imprint them in his memory.

I struggle against his hold, trying to free myself. That only results in his eyes darkening further when he sees the way my breasts bounce on my chest.

“Get off me, Thiago. I’m done with this,” I hiss, finding a shred of mental clarity.

Fingers close around my throat and squeeze violently. I grip them with my now free hand, trying to loosen his hold so as to let the air back in.

Thiago bends over me until his face is inches from mine. This close, he’s the perfect picture of violent beauty. The teardrop and rose tattoos have liquid lust swirling low in my belly, amplified by the dizziness from the lack of oxygen that’s starting to muddle my thoughts.

“We’re married now,” he whispers angrily through gritted teeth. “You’ll never be done with me.”

I loosen a finger and manage to squeak out one word.

“Divorce.”

I regret it almost instantly. The crazy that flashes in his eyes and stays there tells me that was the wrong thing to say.

He releases my throat and grips my hair instead, using it to yank me down horizontally along the seat bench of the car. Sharp pain spikes at the base of my head and throughout my raw ass. He’s hardly being gentle.

When I’m laying flat on the seat, he pins my hands above my head and straddles me. Using the tie he’d stuffed into his pocket earlier, he wraps my wrists and secures them tightly to the locked door handle.

He sits on my chest, his weight on me a threat in it of itself. “Utter that word one more time and I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again.”

I tug at the restraint in vain. Frustrated, I look back up at him. “You’d prefer killing me to having me divorce you?”

I never thought that my husband might be responsible for the “til death do us part” section of our vows. But then again, I also never thought I'd be mentioning divorce within thirty minutes of getting married.

Thiago runs a palm from my neck and slowly down my chest, eyes heating what feels like hundreds of degrees as he worshipfully contours the curves of my body. He doesn’t miss the way my nipples pebble into hard tips at his touch.

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