Page 8 of Wicked Union

I’m ashamed of myself for letting him get me so worked up. I told myself coming into this that I would eventually relent and have sex with him. He is, after all, my husband. I just had no idea he was going to demand it within minutes of my walking across that threshold. I’m more irritated that I’ve backed off my own principles and I’m doing what he wants. I’m supposed to be stronger than this.

“That’s it, like that.” I can’t even look at him, mostly because the way his eyes devour me makes my body feel things. I like feeling them, too. I just don’t want to admit to him that I feel them. I’m not supposed to like this arrangement, at least not in my own mind. I’m supposed to be enraged and take him down, which I will. I will find dirt on Tito Ramiro and take him down from the inside. I just can’t seem to find the thread of hatred I have toward life right now, not when he’s stroking himself and ordering me to pose in provocative positions for him.

“Bend over the bed farther, baby.” The baby part is what gets me going, makes my heart beat oddly, and I hate myself for it. I do it anyway because I need to uphold my end of the contract in orderto protect my family. His voice makes me wet, how he purrs it out in my ear. Gripping the edge of the bed, I stick my ass out, arching it just enough, accentuating my curves. “Yes, that’s it.” Hearing him moan is an ego boost, and I can’t help but feel a bit smug. I’m doing something to him too, not just the other way around. I have a certain power over him, perhaps one I can use.

I close my eyes and think of anything but the way he’s touching me, how his fingers brush across my thighs and up my spine. His body is hard pressed against mine, and I can feel his erection against my ass cheeks. I grit my teeth together as his hand tangles in my hair and pulls my head back. His hot skin across the backs of my thighs makes me clench. When did he undress?

“Look at me, Aria.” His voice is dark and dangerous, making my insides quiver with anticipation. I am a sucker for danger and he reeks of it. “Open those pretty eyes and look at me.” My breath hitches in my throat as our eyes lock when I comply with his demand, the intensity in his gaze stirring something I knew was dormant deep inside me. “I own you.” His hand trails up my back, then back down. He slides two fingers into my pussy and grips it hard. “I own this.” Then he pushes a thumb right into my ass and clenches his fist again. “And this,” he growls, his hips now grinding his hard dick into the back of my thigh.

“Do you understand me?” he asks, and I look away, quivering with expectation.

“You own nothing,” I say sternly, goading him. I want to test this theory I have, that my rebellion against him is what he’s anticipating. He wants me to fight him because he thinks it makes him powerful. But if I give him what he wants, then I’m the one with power. And when I withhold from him, he’ll feel it. It will bring him to his knees.

Tito pushes me hard, and I face plant onto the mattress. Before I can react, he flips me over and he’s on top of me, pinning me down. It sends a surge of adrenaline through my body, but I’m not afraid. His lips crash into mine hard, kissing and nipping at my lips. I kiss him back too, now clawing at his sides and back. I can feel the corded muscles beneath his skin tightening and flexing as he forces my knees apart so he has access to my core.

“I own you, and I’m gonna own every inch of this pretty little pussy,” he growls into my ear and slides two fingers into me, curling them inside me. I moan as he thrusts them in and out, stretching me to prepare for his dick. “Gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk without thinking about me.”

“Fuck you,” I grunt, though my hands now scratch the comforter, cobbling together a little bit of my sanity that remains as he sucks the moans of pleasure from my mouth.

“Oh, I will.” His hand works harder, thrusting fingers into me, the heel of his palm rubbing my clit. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll want to stay,” he growls before removing his fingers and licking them clean.

Somehow, I want him. All the reservations I’ve had, all the anger over my lot in life, saving my family, doing the “right thing”, and I still fucking want him. I want his dick in me. I want his mouth to devour me. I want him to keep his word and fuck me so hard I can’t walk without thinking of the amazing things he makes me feel.

“Fuck you!” I spit again, but he grips my throat hard, so hard I can’t breathe. I look into his eyes, not knowing how to react. I’ve never had a man be violent with me, not like this, and I don’t have a death wish.

“No, Aria. I’m fucking you. And you’re going to remember this…” His hand squeezes harder on my throat, and I grip his wrist with both hands, uttering a gurgled response. I can’t even exhale. “Hold still,” he tells me as his other hand continues to work my pussy to a frenzy. “You see, it just takes a little effort here.” His fingers flex and curl into me, the heel of his hand still stimulating my clit, and I feel lightheaded. “And here,” he says, squeezing my neck ever so slightly more, “and suddenly, you’re putty in my hands.”

I’m not just putty. I’m melting, spiraling toward the abyss of darkness that wants to claim me. I can’t breathe, can’t utter a response to him, and his hand isn’t letting up. My fingernails dig into his wrist and I let my eyes flutter shut. My heart is pounding so hard I think it will explode, but he’s still driving me to the edge. My pussy is on fire, clenching and building my coil so tightly I could cry.

“You see, Aria, hypoxia is a beautiful little trick. Lack of oxygen to the brain makes the sensation of orgasm so incredible, you’ll never want to do it the normal way again.”

I’m going to pass out, going to lose myself and die, and my body is betraying me, puddling into his palm as he coaxes the orgasm out of me. It comes crashing over me, rolling in wave after wave of pleasure. I arch my hips up and meet his thrusts and wonder if this is how I die, if he’ll tell my family how he murdered me during sex, and as the pounding pleasure sucks me deeper and I succumb to the ecstasy, I don't even care. If this is how I die, then don’t resurrect me. The sensations are so glorious when he lets my neck go and I suck in that first breath that I shudder violently from head to toe. There is no stopping the convulsions.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Look at those tits shake.” Tito’s hand is still buried in my pussy, working my G-spot like a fucking godcreating life inside me, and I’m a blubbering, whimpering mess. Never in my life have I felt such pleasure.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck…” I’m lost, trembling at his touch, panting for more, and he’s got a smug grin on his face. I don’t even care. This is incredible. “Oh, my God,” I moan and lie completely vulnerable before him as he lowers his face to my groin and begins to suck and nip at my folds.

My hands go instinctively to his hair, and I realize what a dangerous game I've been playing. He has the power. All the power. I have nothing, and I want nothing more than to be ravished by him again and again. What the hell is wrong with me?

His teeth scrape across my lips and bite down hard. I wince and shudder, but I want more. “Shit, oh, fuck… Yes, eat me,” I moan, lifting my head to watch what he’s doing. His hands splay on my thighs, pushing them apart, letting me watch him work. He is a god, a master at what he’s doing, and he knows it. This is his power over me, that he can make me betray my own conscience and enjoy it at the same time.

He bites again, and again I feel myself building into another orgasm. The first one was intense, but this one is going to be earth-shattering.

I’m crying out, clawing at his shoulders, and when he sees my reaction, he comes off with aPop. “No, I’m not done,” I pant. The burning in my groin is so intense, it’s like I haven't even come yet.

“Oh, but I am.” His cock is hard, so hard I can see the veins pulsing, and I don’t care about anything else but having him inside me.

Tito pushes inside me, splitting me apart like a ripe fruit, and I gasp for air. He’s huge, and he's right, he does have the power. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, his eyes boring into mine, daring me to look away. But I won't give him the satisfaction. Instead, I grip his biceps tightly as he slams home, over and over again. He knows exactly how to angle himself to hit that spot, and I gasp and moan his name, a litany of profanities and praise mixing as we rock together.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growls. His hand finds its way back to my throat, but this time it's not a chokehold. His grip is firm, possessive as he guides my head back. "I want to see your eyes," he pants in my ear. "I want to see the moment you come apart for me."

I don't know how much more I can take. His hands are everywhere, his cock is on fire inside me, and I feel like I'm going to shatter into a million pieces. A sob escapes my lips as I arch my back, offering myself up to him fully. Tito obliges, one of his hands traveling down to where our bodies meet, rubbing my clit.

"That's it, Aria," he grunts. "Come for me. Let me see you come."

The orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I scream his name as I feel myself clenching around him. Tito's grip on my throat tightens just a little more, but the pain only heightens the pleasure. My entire body is on fire, every nerve ending in my body alight with pleasure.

Tito's hips stutter against mine as he comes, filling me with his hot seed. We both pant for air, our chests heaving in unison. He collapses on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, but I don't mind. For a brief moment, I feel safe in his arms. Never in my life have I ever felt so alive or so betrayed by my own body. A strange mixture of satisfaction and shame washes over me ashe rolls off, and I feel his sex drain from me onto the comforter I just had fisted in my hands.

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