Page 60 of Dangerous Deceit

“Imagine how many people are going to see you from this view,” he murmurs. “A whore in the window. Getting off on being whipped with a belt.”

The leather smacks against my ass, and I moan.I moan.His thick, curved cock hangs down by his thigh, bouncing each time he lashes me. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I’m not supposed to like this, but I’m so turned on right now I can’t think straight.

“Do you think they’ll want a taste?” he whispers. “Or will they be disgusted by what a slut you are?”

He spins me, making me face him. I open my mouth to retort, but my brain can’t function when Kenzo degrades me like this.

“Spread your legs,” he instructs, and I do as I’m told, barely keeping my feet shoulder length apart. The leather belt smacks against my pussy. Heat courses through me, and I yelp. His dick twitches. Then my eyes are glued to his thick, curved cock, and I salivate. Need drips down my legs, but my body is so electric that I don’t care anymore. I just need Kenzo to fuck me.

“Please,” I whine. I can’t even say a full sentence. A smile graces Kenzo’s lips, and I melt, hoping it means he’ll touch me soon.

“You want my dick, baby?” he asks. I nod like a bobble-head. “You want my dick so deep inside of you that you can’t breathe?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“What a filthy slut.”

Kenzo doesn’t move. My stomach stiffens as he stares; his eyes are a spotlight casting down on me like we’re on a stage in a full house, and it’s up to me. Heat mounts between mylegs, a tenderness spreading across my pussy lips. Desperation dominates me, and I grab myself, humping my hand. I’m slippery; my slit slides back and forth on my palm.

“You’re so pathetic,” he says. “You need to get off so badly you’re fucking your own hand. What a greedy little cunt.”

He steps closer, then leans down until his mouth is against my ear.

“I bet it’s a conditioned response,” he whispers coarsely. “Any time I walk past, you smell my dick, and you get wet for me, don’t you? Gushing like a fucking geyser. My hungry little slut has an empty brain when it comes to getting fucked by me.”

Kenzo licks his lips, and he’s right. My head is empty. All I want is him.

“Hands by your sides,” he commands. “Spread your legs.”

I widen my stance, my hands clutching my upper thighs. I brace myself for the belt and close my eyes. But nothing happens. I open one eye cautiously. He licks his smooth lips.

“Look at me when I beat your pussy,” he says.

I whimper. It’s so dirty to know he wants me towatchas he defiles me. I open both eyes and grit my teeth. The leather immediately smacks my slit, the impact rolling through my body in a blinding pain, and I cry. Instantly, he yanks me to the couch and pulls me into his lap, positioning my entrance over his cock. But any time I try to bring my hips down, he digs his nails deeper into my skin.

He won’t let me fuck him.

“Please,” I whisper, pleading with my eyes.

“Make me a promise,” he says. “Never fuck another man again.”

I blink at him. Those words hang between us like a bomb ready to go off. Droplets of sweat trail down his tattooed neck. His body heat is overwhelming, consuming me, and we’re barelyeven touching. He’s physically close, but his mind is far away, and the anger in his eyes tells me he means every word.

“Promise me you’ll never fuck another man again,” he repeats. “In this life. In the next. I want you all to myself.” His teeth grind. A breath catches in my throat, and he curls his fingers deeper into my flesh. “I don’t care if we divorce. If you run away. If you take on a new identity toescapeme. Promise me you will never fuck another man.”

“What are you talking about?” I whisper.

Flames flicker in his eyes, and he impales me with his cock. His thick length spreads my pussy lips, his curve scratching the itch buzzing inside of me, edging me closer to the abyss all over again. I cry out, and his jaw ticks. I’m so close. I’ve never had multiple orgasms before, but Kenzomakesme do it,forceseach tendril of pleasure out of me like he owns it. And I hate how much I love it, but I do. I swear I do.

“Goddamn it,” he murmurs. His cock digs inside of me. “If anyone touches you again—if anyone hurts you, I—” he stops. His nostrils flare; he’s barely keeping balance. “If I find out that someone touched you? That they gotthisclose to potentially hurting you? I won’t stop when I kill them. I don’t knowwhenI’ll stop.” His fingers flex, and pain shoots to my ribs. “I’m always in control. Always aware of my actions. But with you? It’s like I’ve lost that purpose, and youdon’twant that to happen with someone like me, Vi. I’m a bad, bad fucking man.”

Before this, he told me if I ran, he wouldn’t follow me, butthisis different. This changes everything. This is about my lifebeyondhim, and he won’t give anyone else a chance with me.

“The longer you stay, the harder it is for me to think. And I swear to god, if another man touches you and I’m not there to stop it, I won’t eat. I won’t sleep. I won’t stop until I have his head on a spike. And if I have to, I will strangle your uncle until he tells me the name of every man who has ever laid a hand onyou, and I will gut them all like pigs, just to make sure you’re safe.”

My jaw hangs open, and he licks my lips, then puts a hand around my throat. I don’t want to gush all over him again but god, it feels so good, and I can’t help it with a cock molded like that. He shoves me down until I’m splitting apart, then he rubs my clit with his thumb, his other hand wrapped around my throat. He squeezes just enough to make my breathing hitch. Pain throbs in my ears.

“You can’t—” I stammer, “You can’t just kill everyone. It’s?—”

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