Page 70 of The Heir

I've seen the most well run houses crumble and fall because a staff got too cocky, or a family member too oblivious, and I won't have it.

What they all,and that's Isobel included,are going to have to learn about me, is that I had better be given some goddamn respect in my home. If I ask you to not put your body underanycircumstances on top of my wife while putting her in a restraint, then you had better fucking listen or your ass is getting sent to the hospital. It's literally in their contract.

I want to feel guilty but I don't, because this served as a clear warning about what I'll tolerate. That's to including inappropriate behavior from staff, as well as harming her during implementing a restraint.

My heart beats wildly, almost out of control at the sight of Isobel's fingers slipping inside her beautiful body to spread herself open like I commanded. But it's not enough for me."Further,"I murmur, watching her carefully spread her beautiful pussy even more.

I pump my erection a couple times and tap her sensitive clit harshly with it, keeping her with me and not in her head. I ate her viciously through three orgasms back to back, hoping it would soften her enough to tolerate the way I'm getting ready to fuck her.

Even with all her begging, I'm not sure three was enough.

I guess we're about to find out.

A wince passes my face as I notch the tip of my dick into her opening. I'm not going to just thrust into her this time. No, that first scream she gave me when we fucked while she was drunk for the first time in the limo was concerning, but this time we're sober, and drunk sex and sober sex are two different things. I'm not out to hurt her on purpose, though I suppose there'll be time enough for pain.

Right now isn't one of them. But I just know, deep down in my soul, that that time will probably be coming sooner rather than later.

I flex my hand on her throat and feel her pussy clench around me. "Fuuuccck, Isobel. Why are you so damnhot?"

It's the fucking demon that's inside her burning her up from the inside out, I'd be willing to bet money on it.

I feel a muscle in my jaw twitch as her warmth sears me. Literallyburnsme. My body immediately breaks out into a full sweat as my chest tightens, my brows furrow, and I'm suddenly afraid this woman's going to fucking kill me. If that's the case though, I'm going out like a man and hopefully buried balls deep in what's quickly becoming my favorite place.

Inside my mother fuckingwife.

Who apparently cannot shut up even if her life depended on it.

"If you're not happy with the merchandise then by all means, feel free to grant me an annulment and find yourself a new woman to abduct and take my place." Her eyes are defiant, even though she wasjustscreaming for me mere seconds ago.

This little. Fucking.Bitch.

"Shut up,"I snarl and snap my hips forward, hearing her cry out.

I only manage to sink in her halfway before she clenches so hardIwince in pain because she's so tight. I'm an inch away from her face, staring deep into her eyes as she arches her head back and her mouth drops open. I tighten my fingers more on her neck, keeping her eyes on me. Silence swells thickly between us as she shudders, and her face becomes shiny with sweat. Her nostrils flare as a whimper escapes through my grip. But she keeps my eye contact, as tears swim in hers.

Submission, tenderness, happiness, freedom. It all floats at the surface, and it's so beautiful. Cloaked in her special brand of wildness.

"There it is," I say, my chest heaves as my breathing sounds out loud between us. "That thing you just won't admit to yourself. It's right there, plain as day."

Her nose twitches. "You need glasses," she snarls up at me, turning her face away stubbornly.

My own eyes narrow, feeling like I'm in a hell of my own making because Iwillinglyshackled myself to this woman. Glad to be tortured by her for the rest of eternity, I groan, feeling her flutter around me.

"You had better let me in, Izzy." I thrust testily. She's clamped down so hard on me I can't breathe right.

"I'm trying," she gasps through the grip around her neck. I relax my hold a little, seeing her breasts shudder as she sucks in the biggest breath I think I've ever heard another person take.

"No you're not."

"I am!" she yells, bucking under me.

"No you're not!" I say, pressing deeper, feeling her arch her neck even harder under my hand as her throat pushes out a breathy gasp.

"I am! I am,I am."

"Well, you're not trying hard enough for me," I grit at her.

Carefully leaning my weight into my elbow against the mattress I move my free hand to herbreast.

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