Page 32 of Wedlocked

Then all three of them stepped into the elevator. It wasn’t until the door had closed behind them and they left to check each floor of the building, including the foyers of the private apartments, that I once again turned my attention back to my wife.

“Let’s shower together, then we can enjoy what’s left of our wedding night at the casino.”

She clapped her hands together. “I’d love that!”

My chest jolted at seeing her genuine excitement. I’d pay big money to see her eyes light up like that all the time. “The shower or the gambling?” I asked.

“I meant the gambling,” she said, a little more subdued. “I’ve always had a lucky streak.” She grimaced as she looked down at herself. “But I could really do with that shower first and getting out of my dress.”

“Seems a shame to wash away my scent on your skin,” I murmured huskily, my dick thickening right on cue. For fuck’s sake, my appendage had a mind all of its own at the best of times, but when it came to my beautiful, feisty wife, I was aroused twenty-four-seven.

She bit her bottom lip. “I’m sure this won’t be the last time you fuck me and fill me with your seed.”

My dick almost poked a hole through my pants. I kind of loved that she looked like an angel but spoke like a sailor. “I know it won’t be,” I growled, stalking closer to her.

She could have ran and made me chase her down, instead she stood her ground, letting me imagine I didn’t frighten her. I smirked. She didn’t fool me. Every woman I’d fucked had been intimidated by me. I had no doubt my precious wife would have heard the rumors. What she didn’t know was that they were mostly rumors. Oh, I had my…preferences, but unlike my father, I didn’t use women like a punching bag, I had a gym for that.

“The shower can wait,” I said as I caught her upper arms and drew her close. “First I want to chain you up on my bed. Then I’m going to go down on you while you’re at my mercy and completely helpless.” I drew her even closer. “And then I’ll devour your sweet pussy and savor the flavors inside you that we made together.”

Her breath hissed out, her chest rising and falling sharply. She was as turned on as I was. Fuck! She really was my perfect match…my perfect wife in every way.

Chapter Nineteen

Sabrina

I was still chained up, my pussy burning and throbbing after Ethan had extracted three orgasms from me, then covered my body with his own and fucked me so hard I wondered how I hadn’t torn apart.

Except…I’d loved every second of it. I’d been so overcome by the pleasure-pain he’d inflicted on me, I’d convulsed with orgasm while my scream of pleasure had caught somewhere deep in my throat.

Ethan was still slumped over me as he pressed kisses to the side of my neck, his breath warm on my skin. Then he kissed my mouth and I opened to him, desperately wanting to taste our mingled flavors.

The chains rattled as I tried to touch him and he laughed with husky appreciation before he deepened the kiss and I lay powerless and vulnerable beneath him, our unique salty-tartness and honey-sweetness assaulting my taste buds.

He finally pulled back and said throatily, “I’m going to have so much fun with you, angel. I’m never going to want to let you go.”

That was my plan. Our sexual tension was off the charts. He made me so aroused I didn’t even recognize the woman I was becoming. With his agile tongue, his long fingers and even longer cock, I was his slave, his sex puppet to do with what he wanted.

“I have so many toys I want to use on you,” he mused, before he disconnected from me with a groan that sounded almost pained. I stirred restlessly, not wanting to be apart from him, either. He retrieved a key from the bedside table, then unlocked the cuffs from my wrists and my ankles, my circulation returning in a rush of pins and needles.

He sat on the edge of the bed as I rubbed my sore flesh, then he took both my hands in his and kissed the red marks on my wrists where the cuffs had secured me. “It will be a momentary irritation.”

I resisted moaning at the touch of his soft lips on my inflamed skin. What the fuck was he doing to me? Did he get enjoyment out of playing with my head and my heart before he—

I shuddered. I couldn’t think about my future like that, not anymore. I’d take one day at a time and enjoy every minute of it, even if it killed me! A hysterical giggle burst from my lips at my unintentional pun, but I sobered as he frowned.

Could he read my damn thoughts?

“Let’s go take that shower and get dressed,” he said gruffly. “I know just what gown I want you to wear.”

I didn’t argue. I quite liked the idea of being dressed in something that aroused him even more. Not that I needed to guess his choice. The designer who’d done my beautiful wedding gown had also created some amazing evening gowns.

One in particular was over-the-top sexy.

A maroon spaghetti-strapped evening dress with a tight bodice, belted waist and long, floaty lengths of the same colored diaphanous fabric that fell from my hips in long ribbons. The designer had even sent a thong of the exact same color.

Half-an-hour later, my body warm and tingling after Ethan had soaped me all over and then washed and conditioned my hair, we stepped out of the shower together. While he dried off I chose to stand naked in front of the mirror while I brushed and blow-dried my long, silver tresses.

He stepped close behind me, his erection pressing into my lower back, his eyes ensnaring mine in the mirror. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are right now? It’s taking everything I have not to fuck you again.”

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