Page 37 of The Marriage Debt

I let her start it.

She kisses me with intent. No nerves. No performance.

But the second her mouth parts, she stops being in control.

My hand slides into her hair and holds her steady as I deepen the kiss. Harder. Slower. Not tender. Not kind. Just deliberate. Possessive. She shifts closer, her breath catching, and I feel her give in to it, that edge of anger folding into something else entirely.

She moves like she’s surrendering.

I don’t ask her to.

I just take what’s mine.

She moans against my mouth, fingers clutching my shirt, and the sound is a drug in my veins. When I break the kiss, her breathing is ragged, her eyes darker than midnight.

“You’re a whore for my cock, aren’t you, Lila?”

In response, she arches her head back, baring the sharp curve of her neck as invitation and trust. My restraint snaps, and I grip her by the hips, pulling her onto my lap, grinding our hips together. Lila whimpers, undone by the idea of me in control, by the way it makes her feel. Of how much she’s wanted to submit to me this whole time. I clench my jaw and force myself to go slow. To tease every fucking inch of her until she’s squirming with need against me, half-begging for release.

My teeth find her pulse point and bite down before I suck. She splays her palms on my chest and I feel the heat of her skin through the thin material of my shirt. Her skirt bunches around her waist, panties creating a barrier I have to navigate. Soft whimpers escape her lips as I bite and suck her neck.

“You like it when I dominate you, don’t you ?” I growl into her ear as my fingers slip inside her drenched panties, finding her clit. She cries out at the invasion and arches her back further.

“Y–Yes, please…” she moans, her voice now little more than a whimper as I circle her clit. Her nails dig into my shoulders.

“Say you’re my little cum slut,” I demand, my other hand sliding up to grip her throat, my fingers just shy of constricting.

“I–I…” Lila pants, growing indignant but aroused nonetheless by the power play. “I–I…” she stutters again, her voice nothing more than a pleading whine. “I… I’m your cum slut.”

I thrust two fingers inside her, stealing her concentration. “Say it again. Louder.”

“I’m…” A moan escapes her lips as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot. “I’m your cum slut,” she whimpers, her voice dripping with lust and submission.

An uncontrollable growl rumbles through me and I stand up abruptly, almost slamming her against the cold railing behind us. Her beautiful slickness soaks my pants as she slides off my lap. Lila yelps, her fingernails digging into my arm as I turn her around and forcefully bend her over the table. She gasps when I flip her skirt up over her back.

“You like being fucked like a whore, don’t you?” I press my hand along the back of her neck, pinning her down as with my other hand I undo my pants and pull my swollen dick out.

Lila struggles against my grip, her body trembling with desire and anticipation. "Oh, God," she pants, her voice raw with need. Her chest heaves under the weight of my hand pushing her down. I use a single finger to curl around the crotch of her panties and tear them open, exposing her moisture to my touch.

"You want me to fuck you so hard you'll be sore for days?" I growl into her ear, teasing the tip of myself against her wet opening.

"God, yes," she moans, arching her back to meet my unspoken demand. I can feel her quivering against my palm, desperate for release. Sliding my dick up and down her soggy slit, I let my fingers curl around her neck harder, finding her pulse point and pressing it.

“You hate me so much, then why are you shaking under me?”

“I… I don’t—” her words are broken by a moan as she presses back against my grip. “I don’t know! Just… just fuck me already, you bastard.”

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I position myself at her entrance. “I can feel it—right here. That twist you get when you hate needing me.” My tip pushes in, feeling her clench, not in resistance but in pleasure.

“Shut up,” she hisses, hands splayed on the table on either side of her body. I hold my cock to her entrance as I slowly dip in, then smack her ass hard. She yelps and jerks, but she takes it willingly.

I plunge myself inside her tight heat, driving her into the cold stone tabletop with a force that knocks the air out of her. Lila arches back with a high-pitched keen, her nails clawing against the stone.

“Diomio,” she pants, her hips already starting to rock back into mine. I bite her neck again, harder this time, eliciting a stifled shriek from her as she contracts around me. I set a punishing pace, thrusting into her so hard it rocks the table.

“Every time you whimper, you get tighter. Don’t bother hiding how badly you need this.” I set a punishing pace, watch her hand squeeze between her hips and the table so she can touch herself. “You're not scared of me. You're scared of how much you want this.”

“Shit… oh, God,” she moans, her hips rocking up to meet my every thrust. “Mateo…” Her panting is so hot I might lose it.

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