Page 49 of Wicked Angel

“I don’t want to be hurt.” The words were such sweet little lies on her tongue.

I grinned. “Yes, you do.” I inhaled her scent. “You want me to break you apart and shove my fingers into your tight little cunt. You want me to rip you open and find all of the dirty, filthy fantasies you keep inside and let those wicked things out to play.”

She shook her head back and forth, a silent denial.

“Yes,” I pressed. “You act innocent, but I know the truth. You can’t hide it from me,wife.” God, I loved saying that. I’d never realized how heady it was to own a woman in this way—to completely possess her, but possess her I would. “You liked it when I forced you to do those wicked things. You can stop trying to be so virtuous. With me, you can be whatever you want to be. Vile. Mischievous. Naughty. As long as you understand that the only one who will own you is me. I’m your fucking Master, Angel. Your husband. Say it.”

Her lips parted and her eyes flickered as she gazed back at me. “You’re my husband.” Her voice trembled slightly, but the acknowledgment made my cock throb. God, I wanted to fuck her throat again. Shove my dick between her plump lips and choke her on my shaft as tears poured down her cheeks and I came straight down into her, filling her with my essence.

“Have you ever heard of safe words?” I asked, lifting my head slightly to look down at her from some distance.

A little v formed between her brows as her lips puckered. “I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never…” She trailed off, but I understood what she was saying. Of course, she’d never used them. I chuckled. “You’ve heard of it before, but you didn’t know people actually did it?” I guessed.

She nodded. Inside, my emotions roiled and rioted. Who? Who the fuck had taught her about them? As her husband, it should have been my responsibility, and I found myself overcome by unfamiliar irritation. Jealousy, I realized. I was insanely jealous.

“How did you learn?” My voice was even. Surely she wouldn’t know how angry the thought of someone touching what was mine made me feel.

She turned her gaze away. “Does it really matter?” she muttered.

That biting jealousy swarmed my insides, and my grip on her tightened. “It matters,” I growled.

She shook her head. “Just forget it.”

Gripping her chin, I directed her gaze back to my face. “I will not forget it,” I warned her. “I intend to soil your mind so completely that you’ll be the most deviant little creature to ever live, Angel,” I said honestly. “ Tell me.”

My captured little bird. My pretty prey. Angel’s gaze wavered over my face. Her pink tongue came out to swipe across her lower lip.Nervous?I wondered.

“Books,” she mumbled.

“Again, darling,” I said, pinching her chin harder. “I didn’t hear you.”

Her eyes flashed with irritation and I couldn’t stop the grin that spread my lips even if I wanted to. “I read books about things like that,” she huffed. “There. Happy?”

“Not quite.” I released her chin and tipped down. My hands trailed over her soft skin. So pliant and unblemished, I wanted to see what she’d look like with the red markings of my palm on her backside. Of raised welts across her back or with the scratches of my beard on her inner thighs. Would she tremble in despair, or would she moan in the delicious agony of release if I were to tie her down and force her to come over and over? I had a feeling I already knew. She’d love every bit of it. Which is why she was perfect for me.

“Spread your legs,” I growled. “Open that pussy for me and show me what belongs to me.”

A beat passed and then, with shaky hands, she reached down. I leaned back on my knees as her legs spread beneath me and she hooked her hands under her knees. Her chest was just as flushed as her face; nipples hardened into tiny little rosy points. They were practically begging for my attention.

I trailed one finger down her body—starting at her collarbone and drifting between her breasts until I stopped at her belly button and then continued towards her mound.

“I’m pleased you didn’t learn of such things from another man,” I admitted. There was no use in hiding that. If she was to be my wife, then she’d learn what that meant. It meant she would belong to me and no one else. “I don’t mind those naughty books of yours at all. In fact, perhaps I’ll buy you an entire bookstore as a wedding present.”

“Gaven…” My name was both a curse and a plea on her tongue.

“Shush.” Her thighs trembled as I touched the tip of my finger against her clit as it poked free of its hood. “I’ll give you whatever I desire, and you’ll thank me like a good girl.”

When she moaned, it made me smile.

“We’ll get to safe words later, Angel,” I said, circling her clit as her back arched. “For now, all you need to do is tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, but I hope”—I paused my movements and looked up at her, meeting her eyes. They were practically pleading—“That you’ll trust me enough to let me show you the other ways I’ll get you to come.”

Angel’s breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths.

“Do you say yes?” I asked.

Her throat worked as she swallowed. After a beat, she finally gave me my answer. “Yes, Gaven.”

I closed my eyes as I relished in that singular word.Yes.

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