Page 27 of Wicked Angel

“It seems you don’t mind a little punishment, Angel…” Gaven’s rough voice penetrated my ears a split second before I felt him drag a single knuckle up the center of my pussy and right through the soaking wetness that was revealed to him.

I shook my head back and forth, my thighs tightening instinctively. Try as I might, though, there was no closing them. Tingles raced through my trapped limbs.

“No?” I reopened my eyes and met Gaven’s gaze as he withdrew his hand and then licked his knuckle free of my juices. Gleaming eyes touched mine.

His hands fell to the buttons of his shirt and with each one he undid, a broad, muscular chest smattered with light hair was revealed. The small scar I’d noticed always peeking out of his collar was much larger and longer as it curved down over his collarbone in a wicked angle that still looked painful even though it had long healed.

Gaven was big—bigger than I thought beneath his clothes. He was also marked by scars, some more extensive and frightening-looking than others. Some were thin lines crisscrossing in random areas, and then there were the puncture holes that I knew only bullets could have left behind. As if being bound before him, at his mercy, didn’t make me realize seeing those scars of his reminded me that he was no regular man.

His scars were the markings of a man who’d carved through hell itself. I wasn’t numb to that. The knowledge that this man had felt pain and inflicted it made my insides tighten and convulse. My brain knew that he was dangerous and warned me away, but my body was an entirely different being—a hungry, needy thing that was helpless to the physical sensations of attraction seeing him like this elicited.

“A wife is supposed to obey her husband, Angel,” he said, unbuttoning his cuffs before stripping away the shirt and sending it the way of the floor. “Even if we’re not yet married, the fact is … you attempted to run from me, and as your future husband, it’s my duty to make sure you understand your mistake.”

Forgetting that there was a ball of fabric in my mouth soaking up my saliva, I tried to speak, only for the sound to come out in a garbled noise. I blinked and then shoved the underwear to the front of my mouth with my tongue. Before I could spit it out, though, Gaven jerked forward, bending over me as his hand gripped my face hard. He hovered over me, dark eyes glaring into mine.

“Remember what I said, Angel,” he hissed. “You spit that out and you will regret it.”

I narrowed my eyes on him.Fuck him. Rage and irritation slammed through me, and I shoved my tongue under the underwear spitting it out right in his face.

“Fuck you!”

The thong fell between us, right between my bared breasts, but a bit of my spittle landed on Gaven’s cheek. With his free hand, he reached up and swiped it away with his thumb before tucking that same thumb into his mouth and sucking my saliva free. I waited. My chest pumped up and down as I gasped for breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

He smiled. He fucking smiled and I realized how wrong I’d been. There were worse things than being fucked by Gaven Belmonte. And he was about to show me just what they were.

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GAVEN

She was trembling beneath me, and all it did was make me want to take this further. I wanted to scare her. I wanted to make sure she understood the consequences of her actions. Not only had she run from me, but she’d run from safety. What would have happened if one of those fuckers who resented the very idea of me marrying her to take over the Price Family had gotten ahold of her? They would’ve ruined her. Driven her to the brink of insanity and then slaughtered her.

I knew it all too well. I’d seen it time and time again. She had no clue. She wanted normalcy? She was born in this world of darkness and blood. She needed to accept that there was no leaving, not unless she was willing to get her own hands dirty.

My cock throbbed within the confines of the pants that I’d yet to undo. I knew what she was thinking—I could see it in the nervousness of her gaze. She thought I was going to fuck her here and now, and I wanted to. She was ripe and ready for the taking; her legs forced open and bound for my pleasure as much as her humiliation. The stain of her blush quickly moved over her features as she shivered under my gaze and shifted from side to side as if she was trying to figure out how to regain control of the situation. There was no regaining control for her, though. I was the master here.

Turning away from her, I strode around the bed and then opened the top drawer of the hotel nightstand. She was so innocent, she didn’t even realize the type of place she’d rented for the night. I knew it well enough, however. This was no ordinary hotel. It was why instead of a solid flat wooden headboard, the metal twists and turns had been so easy to use to restrain her.

I reached inside and pulled out everything I needed. A vibrator still in its packaging, a bottle of fresh lube, and …yes, I’ll definitely be using these,a pair of metal clamps. They were cheap and certainly not what I would have preferred, but my own toys were miles away and I’d yet to go shopping to select the perfect ones for my wife.

“G-Gaven, what are those?” Angel’s voice squeaked as she stumbled over my name.

“Hush,” I commanded as I tossed my supplies toward the end of the bed. She craned to try to look at them, but every time she pulled against the necktie wrapped around her throat, it cut into her. I could have felt sympathy, but the easiest solution for her would have been to stop moving.

Ripping open the packaging on the clamps, I pinched one on the end of my finger as I adjusted the tightness of it. Once I was sure it wouldn’t do any lasting damage, I moved to the upper part of the mattress.

“Gaven, please, let’s just talk about this.”

I arched a brow down at the doe-eyed woman under me with her limbs bound and her cheeks flushed. “Sure,” I said. “We can talk after you’ve had your punishment.”

“No—I—” She cut herself off with a gasp as I bent down and took one pebbled, rosy pink nipple into my mouth. Curling my tongue around the hardened nub to entice it to tighten even more, a rumble of a groan reverberated out of her throat. Lifting my head, I turned the same attention to the second nipple. When both were hard and wet, and she shuddered each time I plucked at them with my thumb and forefinger, I set the clamps to her pretty nipples.

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