Page 56 of Until Retribution Burns (Beauty in Lies 3)

Keeping my face neutral to try to prevent Isa from shutting down, I resisted the urge to make a scene out of Hugo’s continued touch on my wife.

Only barely.

Isa turned her gaze away, shutting me out as instantly as if she’d slammed a door in my face. All the emotion she’d worn in her conversation with Hugo disappeared in a flash. Gone was the version of Isa that was open to having a reasonable conversation.

“I thought I’d made it clear she was to stay in the bedroom until I came back?” I asked, resisting the urge to wince at the gruff sound of my voice on the air and clenching my fists at my side as I approached the lounge. Isa’s attempt to shut me out wouldn’t end well for either of us.

“She spent the entire day in there yesterday waiting for you to show your face,” Hugo snapped. His nostrils flared with anger as he dared to defy me and realized I would take his attempt to shepherd us into a truce and throw it in the garbage, if Isa continued with her stubborn shit. “You made your fucking point.”

“What point was that exactly?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as I tried to shove down my anger. Spending time away from Isa was supposed to give her time for the sadness to fade and the anger to rise to the surface so we could work out our differences in the usual fashion.

With her bent over the closest surface and my cock deep inside her.

Isa spun toward me, glaring as her lips twisted into a snarl. “That you can and will do as you please. What else am I supposed to think when you lock me in a room and spend the night God knows where with fuck knows who?”

I chuckled, the dark tinge of my humor raising the hairs on even my arms as I stepped closer to the cushion. The fact that Isa could be so despondent, that she could claim to consider allowing me to send her back to the island where I wouldn’t be a part of her daily life for the foreseeable future, and still feel possessive over me was a comforting warmth on my skin.

She could claim to hate my need to own her all she wanted, but the same dark desire pulsed through her veins.

I grabbed her chin, turning her face to mine fully and shifting her body further away from Hugo’s. “Mi reinasounds jealous, and yet she is the one in the arms of another man.”

She tore her face free from my grip, giving me the back of her head as if she could ignore her husband. “Go fuck yourself, Rafael. You know damn well it isn’t like that,” she said, wincing as I wrapped my palm around the front of her throat and pulled her head back with careful, even pressure. Hugo’s arm tensed, his stare meeting mine as he restrained himself from interfering.

He was smart enough to know he treaded very thin ice as it was. Even if my wife wasn’t so aware.

“Perhaps I should go fuck another woman,” I said, bending her head back with pressure on her throat until she had no choice but to cave and peel away from the comfort of Hugo’s arms. “Maybe if I showed you exactly what your life could be, you would appreciate that I have given you more.”

“I would cut off your dick while you slept before I ever let you touch me again,” she growled, earning a chuckle from me as the demon came out to dance with her devil.

“I’ve a feeling I would wake up the moment your delicate little hand touched my cock,mi reina, and then do you know where you would end up?” I asked, pulling her back further until she had to shift her knees out from underneath her body. I laid her out on the cushion, her breasts heaving as she fought against my grip on the sensitive front of her throat. “Impaled on the cock you thought to remove, and trying to convince yourself you didn’t fucking want it.”

She swallowed, hate in her eyes as I stared down at where she was laid out on the cushion. She looked like a feast, just waiting for me to devour her in the middle of the day. Her legs pressed together in an effort to keep from showing her ass to Hugo where he’d refused to move and watched my interaction with Isa with hatred in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, she likes it when it hurts,” I said, raising my eyes to meet his steady gaze as Isa gasped, and I felt the breath travel up her throat in the palm of my hand. “You’re dismissed.”

Hugo nodded, standing from the lounge despite his likely urge to stay and protect his friend. He knew as well as anyone that there was no one on this Earth who could protect Isa from me. Joaquin moved, following his brother as the rest of the guards cleared off the terrace.

“And Hugo?” I asked, gliding a hand up Isa’s chin to touch my thumb to her lip. I dragged it to the side, staring at her teeth as I wondered how hard she would bite me if I dragged her to the edge of the bed and forced my cock between her lips. “I don’t care what you mean to her, the next time youtouchmy wife, I will remove any part of you that has come in contact with her skin.”

“Yes,El Diablo,”he muttered, walking into the house with his older brother at his heels.

“I hate you,” Isa growled, anger twisting the beautiful features of her face into a grimace that set my blood on fire. As much as I loved it when she was pleased with me and obedient, the moments like these where we pushed each other and tested the boundaries of our addiction to one another were some of my favorites.

She fed the nightmare with her fight and her fear, and I gave her the darkness that her soul craved.

“Do you think this tantrum will matter in the end?” I asked her, sliding my thumb between her lips. She bit it as I’d expected, thrilling me with the thought of her teeth gently scraping against my cock while I fucked her throat. “Do you think you’ll ever be free of me? Ibrokeyou and reshaped you.”

I grabbed her by the throat, using it to pull her to the edge of the lounge until her head hung off. She strained her neck to keep it from falling back, slapping my hand away when I reached to cup her breast where the angle made it threaten to spill out the neckline of her dress. “I own your soul. You will never be free,mi reina.”

Unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, I pulled myself free. I rubbed the hard shaft of my cock against Isa’s cheek, watching as she flinched away. “Don’t touch me with your cock after you spent the night in someone else’s bed.”

“If I wanted another woman, I wouldn’t be standing here with you. If I’d wanted other women, I would have fucked them before you were mine,” I said. She glared up at me as I tilted her head back, rubbing my cock over the lips she refused to part. “Do I smell like another woman?”

“No, you just smell like a fucking prick,” she said.

“Open your mouth like a goodPrincesa,and maybe I’ll let you come when I’m done with you,” I ordered, smacking my length against her cheek hard enough that she gasped. Stretching out one hand to flip up her dress, I slid a hand between her tightly pressed together thighs. Her pussy was as wet as I’d known it would be, ready to take me even when her brain tried to fight what her body knew.

It would be inevitable.

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