Page 46 of Dangerous Deceit

“You’re forward, aren’t you?” she quips. A flash of amusement courses through me.

“I showed you the kind of man I am the first night we met,” I say. “Is there any reason to be subtle?”

Her forehead wrinkles. I crouch down before her, our eyes meeting at the same level. Her blue eyes sparkle like raw sapphires, and my stomach drops.

I should feel betrayal, but I’m only intrigued, and I don’t know why. Why did she pretend to be a virgin? What does she want from me? And how do I get her to trust me and stop pretending to be someone else?

“If you lie to me, then there will only be pain,” I say slowly.

Her eyelids flutter. “But if I win this game by telling the truth…” She rubs her palms down her skirt. “Thenyouhave to tell me the truth too. Anything I ask.”

My temperature spikes. I like a girl who can hunt for what she’s after.

“Deal,” I say.

We shake hands, more like business partners than husband and wife, but I like it. It’s real.

I tie her ankles to the chair, and her chest rises and falls, anticipation simmering under her skin. It takes everything I have to stay focused, to not give in and fuck her on the floor, but I stay emotionally distant. I tie her wrists behind her back, then use the length of the rope under her breasts, putting them on a pedestal for me. Fuck me—with her fancy blouse, skirt, and all of that rope, she’s a damsel in distress. A helpless goddess in human flesh. Perfect blue eyes. Heavy breasts. The skin on her neck is a shameful shade of red.

I get the feeling Viwantsto be in distress.

My mind wages battle, desire and integrity fighting for dominance, but I need this. I need to know her truth before she betrays me or my family, and I’m forced to take care of her.

As the final preparation, I kneel and move the skirt to the side. Then I cut off her underwear, letting the blade tease her skin, leaving faint white lines on her pussy lips. She gasps, and I chuckle. The tattered remnants hang around her hips.

I stand back up and convince myself I don’t need to eat her pussy right now. It’s killing me to restrain myself, butthisis important. Her uncle brought her to me, and I need to know why she’s lying for him.

The Endo-kai comes before everything else. Even her.

“Have you had sex before?” I ask.

“You made sure I had last night,” she says. The smart ass smile on her face makes me burn. I want to smack the look off of her just to see what she’d do. Instead, I lick my lips, beaming down at her until she squirms—finally uncomfortable—and her smug attitude drops.

I step forward, then I spread her knees so wide her skirt is completely bunched at the sides of her hips. The tease of fabric like that kills me.

She turns away, but it’s an act. I straddle her, pressing my weight into her thighs. Finally, she peers up at me.

I make the question so precise, she can’t avoid it. “Have you had sex before me?”

Her eyes glance down, her lips parting in hunger. My cock twitches. I pull a thin white rope out of my pocket, pulling it taut between my fists. I’m crafty with torture, and my little wife obviouslylikesbeing choked. She’ll like this, no matter how hard she tries to deny it.

“You really want to test me?” I ask.

A shiver rolls through her, but she keeps her eyes on my bulge growing thick in my pants. My little slut likes being choked, and it drives me fucking mad.

“All right,” I say.

Standing up, I walk toward the corner of the room, open a drawer set covered in mirrors too, and remove a vibrator. I turn it on, letting it buzz between my fingers; it’s powerful, like a song shaking through a concert sound system. I hold it to her pussy, and she flinches, bucking backward in the chair. I pull her hips forward, making her clit rest on the toy, then I press her thighs together, keeping the vibrator there.

Her eyes follow me until I’m behind her. I point toward the mirrored wall.

“Look at yourself,” I say. “Such a pathetic, greedy little cunt.”

My dick tents my pants as I wrap the white cord around her throat. Dominance sings through me like a power ballad as I search her reflection. She’s at my mercy, and it thrills us both. I pull the rope snug around her neck; her face blooms into a deep red, blood filling her cheeks, her eyes widening with lust and fear. My dick flexes, so fucking ready for her warmth. She humps the vibrator, and it rattles along her thighs and the chair.

Her eyes are on me. Not on herself.

I let go of the cord, and she gasps, air filling her lungs. The vibrator clatters to the ground, and a tear rolls down her cheek. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s adrenaline. The need to fucking run.

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