Page 62 of Brutal Legacy

His hands traveled back down my body, and he parted my cheeks again.

“So, forgive me if I don’t believe your husband neglected to give you what you so clearly like…”

He again stroked a finger down my cleft, and I shuddered. It felt too good. I was warm and empty, my panic gone, my muscles slack, and there was no escape. No escape from this man or the fate he was delivering me to.

“I warned you not to lie to me,” my mercenary was saying. “I threatened to turn your ass red, but I had no idea how poor a punishment it would be, since you’ve enjoyed it so much. I’ll have to think of something else… if you continue to lie to me.”

I flushed, heat rolling through me. I felt like a beacon on a hill, burning hard, nowhere to hide, signaling that danger was closing in…run… but it was too late.

I had no power here. I had no control. There was no escape.

There was only surrender.

“I’m not lying,” I ground out, unsure why, exactly, I cared if he believed me or not. Maybe it was the principle of it, or I just didn’t want this fucker to win again.

“Very well, in that case, you leave me no choice but to punish you for lying. Don’t forget, you brought this on yourself,” he murmured.

Heat dripped through me, lined with a sparking edge of fear.

“Try to not enjoy it too much… it is a punishment, after all.”

His softly mocking tone sent that now-familiar heat of shame through me. There was no pretending. He knew this was turning me on. He knew how my body reached for his rough touch, even as my mind rebelled.

His wet fingertip traced up from my pussy to my asshole and circled it. I clenched down hard, trying to delay the inevitable, but there was no escape when he pressed his finger inside.

I cried out, jerking against him.

“Shh, Signora Conti. Take your punishment well, and I’ll give you a treat after.”

“Fuck you,” I spit.

My nerves lit up with pleasure and pain, a mesmerizing combination, as he eased his finger deeper into my ass. My cheeks were still stinging, my pussy was wet as hell and desperate for his touch, and my ass was gripping his finger tightly.

“No. Fuck you, Georgia. Fuck you and your perfect little asshole, and your fucking gorgeous pink ass.”

His deep voice sent my eyes drifting closed, raking over my nerves, and firing a shudder through me.

“You have no control here. You have no say… I’m in charge. So, you might as well let go.”

His finger fucked gently into my ass, and the pain fell away, that tight ring of muscle stretching just enough to take him. It felt unbelievably good. Wrong and taboo and fucking weird… and so fucking good.

I felt the second my mind decided to follow his confident orders. I felt the moment when the stresses and worries of the past week — and fourteen years — fell from my shoulders and I let go.

Surrender was sweeter than I’d ever imagined. I melted into a boneless mass underneath him. There was nothing in the world but the weight of him and the feeling of his finger probing my ass, sending pleasure spiraling through me.

He pulled his finger back, only leaving the tip inside, and I found myself pushing back into him, sending his finger deeper again.

That sealed it. I had fallen into ruin, and he knew it.

His other hand gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks apart again, while his finger pumped deeply inside me.

He was watching his finger fuck my ass. I moaned, the thought somehow as hot as the act.

“Tell me the truth… did you let that man you married touch you like this?” he asked.

I shook my head, lost in the sensations.

“No. Never. Only you,” I panted out. Could I come like this? I could. I knew it in a second. I hadn’t been touched by anyone butmyself in so long, I was going to come harder than I’d ever come before. And my mercenary was going to see it. Shame threatened to surface but dissipated. There was no shame in surrender.

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