Page 47 of Wicked Angel

“What kind…” I began breathily as cool, fresh air touched my naked back. “What kind of freedom?”

“You want to go to college?” It was the carrot dangled in front of the horse.

“You’ll let me?” I asked.

“I would give my Angel anything she desires,” Gaven replied as his hand moved further and further down my back, parting the fabric. He didn't stop—not until the dress was gaping open and the sleeves fell over my arms. Then it slid down my body and pooled on the floor, and I was left naked save for the silky and lacy white lingerie accompanying my wedding ensemble.

“Anything I desire…” That sounded far too good to be true coming from a man like him.

“You give me what I want,” Gaven replied, his eyes locked on my form, “and I will ensure you get something you want.”

A breath of air puffed over my face. I slid my gaze upward. Gaven's attention was locked on my naked breasts. On the soft skin of my stomach, and then he dragged his focus lower. To the triangle of fabric between my legs.

Why the hell was I so nervous?He'd already seen me there. He had touched me there. Licked me. Shoved his fist into my pussy. Brought me to a screaming orgasm, and it was my hope that he would do it all over again before the night was done. If I was going to get anything out of this marriage, if I was going to be forced to bear his child, then the least he could do was make the act pleasurable.

When he didn’t move, though, I found my hands drifting up to the buttons lining his chest. I undid the first one and moved to the second. I was halfway down the shirt when he seemed to realize what I was doing.

“Angel…” His voice was rough, as if he was struggling to speak.

“Like you said…” I swept my hands down the front of his shirt. “We’re married now, and you want something from me. We might as well get to it, don’t you think? Why don’t you kiss me?”

“I’m going to do so much more than kiss you, darling,” he said, his eyes turning hard as he reached up and jerked the bottom of his shirt out from where it was tucked into the top of his slacks. A flush rose against my skin—heat licking across every inch of me. Gaven dragged his suit coat off and then quickly pushed my hands aside to finish unbuttoning his shirt as well. The fabric parted, revealing his broad, muscled, and scarred chest.

My hands hovered over his skin. With an amused chuckle, Gaven pulled my palms toward him. “You can touch me, love,” he said. “You’re allowed to touch yourhusband.”

My husband.The words were foreign but no less true. This was reality. This had really happened. I was eighteen, and I was married—to a man I hardly knew. To a man eighteen years my senior. Right now, that didn’t seem to matter so much. Not even when he left my hands on his skin and reached beneath my wrists to unbutton the top of his slacks.

His eyes never left mine as he unzipped and freed himself, letting his pants fall to the floor to join my dress. “There are some things you should know, Angel,” he said as my eyes descended to his thick length, jutting out from between his legs. I’d seen it before, of course. I’d had my lips wrapped around that monstrous cock of his. Although right now, I felt a little faint knowing it was about to go somewhere other than beyond my lips. I shouldn’t have been nervous. After all, he’d already done far worse, but this felt … different. Almost like crossing the point of no return.

“What kind of things?” I asked.

“I like my sex a little … different,” he answered, capturing my wrists once more. I knew that as much. He’d already proved to me just how vile he was. This came as no shock. Gaven pushed me back onto the bed, and I gasped as I fell back onto the mattress.

“Different, how?” I demanded still, my eyes widening as he climbed over me, spreading my legs as he shoved me up the bed.

“I’m sure you’ve sensed it, darling,” he replied. “I like control. I’m going to do things to you, Angel, that no other man has ever done to you. That no other man ever will.” His lips parted as he stared at me. My nipples tightened under the heat of his gaze. “You’re my wife, Angel, and as such, you’ll be subject to my interests.”

“What if I don’t like it?” Gaven’s gaze darted back to my face, and he gently pressed my hands up as he leaned over me, caging me against the bed. “You’ll like it, love,” he said, his words a promise. “Your body was made to enjoy what I plan to do to you. I’m going to dominate you. I’m going to spread your legs and feast on your pretty pussy as I did earlier. I’m going to devour you, suck you down, force you to bend to my will, and when I’ve had my fill of you at home, I’m going to take you to some clubs.”

A haze descended over me. “Clubs?”

Gaven chuckled, and with how close he was, the sound reverberated through my body. My thighs tightened, my pussy pulsing at the low noise. I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from moaning and arching up. I wanted—no, needed—his touch. I craved it. All that had happened. I’d done this—I’d given in and married him. Didn’t I at least deserve some of that pleasure he’d shown me before?

When I finally looked up and met his eyes, I realized all of my new husband’s attention had fallen to my mouth. “Later,” he grunted. “Much … later.”

His head fell, his mouth meeting mine. And just like he’d promised, Gaven Belmonte devoured me.

I could feel his hot, hard length pressed against my stomach as he arched over me, grinding down as his hands held mine in captivity. Gaven’s tongue dove past my lips, slipping against mine, rubbing insistently. I shuddered under him, relishing the headiness of his kiss. I felt as though I were falling backward, just before my body would hit the ground, and I was … limitless—floating on the bed under him.

“Angel…” His mouth dragged away from mine, and I couldn’t help but lean into him, needing more as his hands moved south. He stripped my thong away, leaving on the heels I’d worn to the ceremony as well as the stockings. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”

I gasped when he nipped the skin of my belly and spread my thighs farther apart before dipping down and licking a path through my wet pussy. A groan rumbled out of him, and my head bowed against the pillows and comforter against my spine as he sank back and lifted my legs, each one over his shoulders, pressing his lips against me in the most intimate of ways—just like he’d done earlier.

Stars danced in front of my eyes as I gasped and moaned, but just as the crest of pleasure almost overcame me, he pulled away.

“No,” I groaned in disappointment, receiving an amused chuckle from him in return.

“Don’t worry, dear wife,” he said. “You’ll get yours soon enough, but first, we need to consummate our marriage—don’t you think?”

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