Page 75 of The Sweetest Revenge

He froze, jaw muscle ticking. "Because," he ripped his belt from his pants, "I said so." He didn't wait for me to obey him as he grabbed one of my wrists and then the other, looping his belt around them before securing it to the rod iron headboard.

I pulled against the restraints as he shifted lower on the bed. "Zaiden—" The words died in my throat when he pressed his lips to the skin above my waistband as he worked my skirt up. His mouth dropped lower, pressing his full lips to my inner thigh as he spread my legs, settling between them.

"What are you doing?" I was desperately fighting a war within myself. I shouldn't have wanted this, but I did.

"I'm getting you ready," his breath was hot against my skin, "to take my cock." Chills raced over my body despite the warmth spreading through me.

He ran his nose up my length over my panties, inhaling deeply. "Fuck." His chest rumbled with a groan. "I love the way you smell when you're turned on."

Jerking my panties to the side, his tongue swiped up me striking my clit, and my lips parted on a moan as my head tilted back and my eyes closed. "Oh my God," I purred as the heat of his breath mixed with the pressure of his tongue made my body start to tremble.

"Fuck," I groaned. I wanted to slide my hands into his hair and ride his face, but he was in control.

I was already so fucking close. His tongue flicked over and over again, finding the perfect rhythm with just the right amount of pressure. He slipped a long, thick finger inside of me, and my eyes widened at the feeling. "Oh—" was all I could manage.

"I need you to come all over my fingers, baby," he hummed against my pussy. "I need you soaking wet to slip my cock inside this tight pussy."

My back arched off the bed as his finger and tongue moved in sync, finding a rhythm that set my body on fire. He paused, adding another finger. The feeling so exquisitely foreign. He held them deep and still, letting me adjust around them for a moment, but I wanted more.

My hips lifted, grinding against his hand.

He slowly withdrew his fingers. "You want my fingers to fuck you?"

"Yes," I panted, and his finger slid back. This time, there was no pause as they pumped in and out of me. His tongue found my clit as he increased speed, and that was all it took for me to fall over the edge.

"Zaiden," I screamed out as I came all over his hand. "Holy shit," I breathed as he withdrew his fingers and shifted on the bed.

Hooking a finger in each side of my panties, he dragged them down my legs before quickly shoving down his pants and crawling up to me.

"I'm going to take what's mine now," he purred against my lips as he settled between my thighs.

The sound of foil tearing echoed through the room, and I leaned up, the silver foil of a condom wrapper reflected off the moonlight.

I swallowed hard and sucked in a harsh breath holding it as I prepared for what was to come.

He slid his cock through my slit, coating himself with the orgasm that he'd given me. "Breathe, Ariella." I exhaled. "If you stop breathing, I stop fucking you." My gaze held his as I nodded.

The tip of his head nudged my entrance, and my hands tightened around the leather belt. Fuck, I wanted this.

He moved his hips, and I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek.

He slowly worked himself deeper inside me. "Fuck," he grunted. "You're so fucking tight." He was big, and I was a virgin.

He stilled with only the head of his cock inside me, and I willed myself to relax and breathe.

"More," I ordered. I wanted to rip that band-aid off. "Get it over with."

With one powerful snap of his hips, he thrust inside, filling me, and I cried out. A burning, stinging pain enveloped me, and I forgot to breathe.

His lip curled into a teasing grin as his hand closed around my throat, and he slowly withdrew from me. His fingers tightened around my neck as his hips jutted forward, filling me again, but this time, there was no pause as he started fucking me hard and fast. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as his fingers tightened enough that I struggled for a breath.

His pace grew harder and faster. Each of my moans was a tiny gasp for air. "You're taking my cock so fucking well, baby."

I sucked in a sharp breath as white dots formed in my vision, and my entire body clenched. His grip around my throat tightened until I couldn't breathe as his hips snapped harder against mine, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm.

He released my throat, and my breaths came fast as he pulled out of me before flipping me over. The leather from the belt biting into my skin. He tugged my hips up so I was on my knees, and before I had a second to process everything, he slammed back into me. I cried out again, but this time, there was no mercy in his thrust, each one more brutal than the last.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

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