Page 45 of Cruel Master

Panting, she responded through clenched teeth. “Why don’t you let me tie you up and put my finger in your ass and see if you can hold still,” she snapped back.

With a deep chuckle, I twisted my finger into her cunt, coating it in her wetness before pulling out and drifting upward. Her body tightened as I pressed it against her dark rosebud. “Now, if you wanted it in your ass, love,” I said, grinning. “All you had to do was ask.” I shoved it in, eliciting another sharp cry from her.

Her ass muscles clamped down around my finger, squeezing impossibly tight. I could only imagine how good it would feel to slide my cock into her tight dark hole and fuck her until she screamed. She wasn’t unused to it now—not with how often I’d forced her to wear the pear of anguish this past week. Both a punishment for her and a reward for me, seeing her ass spread around the metal bulb and knowing that inside, it spread her wide open for me.

Soon,I reminded myself.I would have her in every way very fucking soon.But not tonight. I withdrew my finger from her ass and reached into my pocket with my free hand, pulling a handkerchief free to wipe myself off. Tonight, I had other plans.

After I finished wiping off my hand, I rubbed the flat of my palm over the pink skin of her asscheek. For good measure, I slapped it again, watching her flesh jiggle as her mouth above gasped. The headiness of her arousal permeated the room.

“I worried,” I admitted to her as I reached for the front of my pants once again, “when you left that you might have been leaving with my child inside of you.”

Her shoulders stiffened on the bed and her head turned, her cheek pressed to the mattress. “Gaven…” Her voice was tight, full of sorrow.

With a frown, I brought my hand down against her ass—cracking my palm against the sensitive flesh where her thigh met her cheek, causing her to arch upward as a pain-filled moan echoed into the air.

“No talking, Angel,” I snapped. “You’re not the one in charge here. I am.”

“I’m sorry—” she said, despite my words, and with an inhale, I stopped messing with the front of my pants and stepped forward.

I snatched a pillow out from beneath her and then placed my hand at the small of her back. I pressed down, forcing her to arch her ass up even more until that juicy pussy of hers was on display. Once it was, I rained a series of sharp slaps against it.

She screamed as my hand caught right on her cunt and even the little bud that was her clit. She squirmed and bucked against my hand, but I didn’t let up. I spanked her sweet little pussy hard, bringing down slap after slap just to show her that I meant what I fucking said.

“Please!” she screamed after the twentieth strike. “Gaven, stop! I’m sorry, please! I’ll be good!”

I paused and looked at her face where she panted into the mattress. Her swollen lips parted as more tears streamed down her face. “No more talking, Angel,” I repeated my earlier command.

She nodded quickly, wet lashes sticking together as she looked back at me pleadingly. My cock practically fucking throbbed. Her lips pressed together, yet the second my hands left her, and I stepped back, I watched as her whole body sagged into the mattress.In relief?Probably. I was a rough man and I didn’t hold back on her spankings. I liked watching her body bloom for me—in pleasure and in pain.

I unzipped. “Now, as I was saying…” I stepped up behind her and pressed both of my hands against her red ass, pushing outward until both of her holes were visible to me. “I want you to understand my point of view, Angel.” God, she was beautiful. I’d seen so much darkness—bathed in the blood of the shadows—but she … my sweet, deceitful little wife was Aphrodite incarnate. She was something I didn’t deserve but would take regardless simply because I wanted her. Craved her. Needed her.

“You left me.” The words were bitter on my tongue. My gaze lifted to her face. Her hazel green eyes were red-rimmed still, but sharper in focus as she glared back at me. She wanted to speak, I knew that much from the tight resistant expression on her face, but my hand on her poor little pussy was enough of a reminder not to cross the boundary.

In fact … I removed one palm from her ass and cupped her cunt. Heat poured over my fingers. Liquid fire as her arousal soaked me. Her pussy was ripe for the taking. I grinned. She might pretend not to like it, but her body certainly knew who it wanted. Me. Always and only ever me.

“You’re lucky, Angel,” I said, playing across her lower lips, spreading them and then sliding my middle finger right through the center of her heat. She arched against my hand and a small whimper echoed back to my ears. “Had you been pregnant with my child and I found out you kept them from me for five years … we would have had a very different reunion.”

Her breathing grew rougher the longer I toyed with her cunt, running my finger up and down her swollen and wet entrance. Her reddened clit poked through its hood, practically calling out to me. I gave it what it wanted—a firm pinch that had her moaning. I wasn’t a complete monster, after all, not to my wife and the future mother of my children.

Angel sobbed as I teased her cunt, pushing in a single finger before pulling it out and running it down to her clit to circle it, encouraging it to stay out of its hood. I could have played with her for hours, I realized. Just kept her tied and bound and open for me as I edged her closer and closer to release, only to pull back and listen to her cries of disbelief. She begged me with her body, shoving her hips out, swaying her ass back and forth as if that would be enough to tempt me.

Then again, it was enough. She was all that could tempt me. Perhaps it was the low-riding obsession I’d developed for her over the past five years, but whatever it was—I felt like I owned this woman. The only one who seemed to not realize it, was her, and that was confusing to me.

Ever since I’d shot my first man, taken my first life, made my first kill—I’d always gotten what I wanted. I’d risen to the top of my career and then found my way into an even more powerful position. Because of her. My key. My bride. My fucking wife.

Pulling away from her dripping pussy, I quickly shoved down my pants and took myself in hand. Her breathing caught, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room—soundproof, no doubt, with Ian’s attention to detail. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, waiting, curious.

Had she not realized yet that she was no longer protected against me? I wondered how it would feel to fuck her and fill her with my cum and wait for her to realize what I’d done. I knew very little about women’s birth control—it was never something I needed to concern myself with. But I did know that sometimes women didn’t bleed on them. Would she realize she was pregnant, or would it not be until she began to grow, ripe and swollen, with my child that she would understand her circumstances?

She likely still harbored some semblance of hope that she could escape me. That I wouldn’t understand what had happened that night. I knew that the true killer of Raffaello Price now sat in his mansion upon his throne.Jackie.She was the reason Angel had run, and soon she would get her just rewards, but for now, it was time to do what I should’ve done five years ago.

It was time to fuck my wife and ensure she didn’t leave this room without a solid reminder of me growing in her womb.

I settled the head of my cock into place, and with one solid push, I thrust into her cunt. Angel cried out as I fucked into her, her back bowing and her head popping up as she strained against the cuffs holding her in place. Tight muscles wound around my shaft, pulling me in even further.

A low groan spread through my chest and moved up my throat. “So fucking tight, Angel,” I said through gritted teeth. “Your cunt is choking my cock.”

Angel’s body squirmed beneath me. She panted, she gasped, she tightened and released her insides, driving me that much closer to the brink. Every single movement she made rippled along my cock. Her juices dripped around me.

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