Page 38 of Ruthless Lord
Fuck him. Fuck him straight in his pretty mouth. He’s not wrong, and that pisses me off even more. “I didn’t realize assaulting my character was a part of our deal.”
He chuckles and pulls his fingers away. I lie on the table gasping for air, body flushed and thrumming, right on the line of breaking entirely.
I watch as he licks his ring finger, tongue licking me from his skin.
“You have no idea what our deal is, wife.”
He spanks me again. I was so lost in anger and pleasure that I didn’t expect it. I arch, gasping as the pain tips over and crosseswires, feeling good just as much as it feels like hell. He does it again and again, and I’m lost to him, entirely in his too-strong hands. Hating myself for submitting like this. Hating myself for being so powerless to stop him.
Hating myself for wanting him to spank meharder.
Instead, his fingers find my pussy again and stroke in deep as he bends over to whisper in my ear.
“I’ll spoil you, Charlie. Just like you’re used to. Only I won’t be gentle about it. I won’t be kind. I’ll make you mine, over and over again. I’ll break you if you let me. I’ll ruin you. And the worst part is, you’ll love every fucking second of it.”
I push back against his hand and look into his eyes. He keeps his grip on my left arm, holding me down. I lift up one leg, putting my knee on the table, giving him a better angle for his fingers as my mouth falls open, pressure building and building.
“If anyone’s going to break…” I bite back a moan as his fingers glide in deeper. I hold his gaze, struggling to fight as the pressure reaches my breaking point. “It’s going to be you.Husband.”
The excitement in his eyes finally tips me over the edge. I shatter all over his hand as promised, body shaking and trembling with the force of the orgasm, all the pain of his spanking and all the hatred filling my core exploding out in a pool of absolute heaven and sin. I never should have let this happen, never should have touched Stefano to begin with, but I can’t regret a single second of it. I’m too filled with light and ecstasy to care about anything but his fingers plunging in and out of my slick pussy.
I finish for my husband, and when I’m done, he releases me, but he doesn’t let me go.
“So fucking pretty when you come,” he whispers, pulling me against him, holding me in his arms. “Look at you, all flushed and defiant. Like you think this is some kind of game.”
“You’re telling me it’s not?”
“It’s our marriage.” He’s so warm and big. I like his smell as it mingles with the scent of my sex.
We stay like that for a few beats. I didn’t know he could be so gentle. It’s like the second I was done orgasming, a switch flipped, and now he’s being all gentle and kind.
I almost like this. Almost, maybe, not quite. He’s still Stefano. Still an arrogant prick.
But he gives good hugs.
And apparently can spank and finger like a maniac.
“Can I ask you something?” I look up into my husband’s face, struck again at how insanely attractive he is. “Do you really think this marriage thing is serious? I mean, it’s an arrangement between our families, right? It can’t be?—”
There’s a banging on the door. The chair rattles but doesn’t fall. I yelp and rip myself away from Stefano. He releases me, looking concerned as I pull my dress on, heart racing.
“Help me with this,” I hiss at him.
He hesitates as the door bangs again. This time, someone calls out, “Stefano, are you fucking in there? I’ve been looking all over.”
My husband sighs as he helps me into the dress. “Luca,” he says grimly.
“That’s your friend, right?”
“Friend and boss. Complicated relationship.”
“Your specialty.”
He smirks as he zips me up. “What’s the fun in simple?”
“You should try it sometime.”
“Too bad I’m stuck with you instead.” He hesitates, hands still lingering on my hips. Then he leans in quickly and kisses me on the corner of the mouth. “You’re beautiful in that dress, Charlie.”
