Page 74 of Of Desire And Deception

“Don’t cry for me, goldilocks.” His tongue traced a salty drop trailing down my cheek. “I stopped shedding tears long ago. Started absorbing the pain, embracing it until it twisted my mind. By the time my father locked me away with the traitors, I was prepared. And that, my precious wife, is why I’m like this.”

“I’m sorry.” I stilled, a thought entering my mind. He was vulnerable. “Don’t you see why you can’t keep me here? You don’t want to be like your father. Please, just let me go.”

Cosimo stiffened, and his weight lifted from my body. His voice was a deadly growl, but he looked almost remorseful as he gripped my jaw painfully. “Wrong move, my beautiful little liar. You know that will never happen.”

Then he hoisted me to my feet and dragged me to the center of the room. He ignored my pleas, let me kick and scratch until he’d cuffed my wrists and lifted me so my feet barely touched the ground. Panic constricted my lungs as I hung where he’d murdered a man.

Standing before me, Cosimo slowly removed his black t-shirt, jeans, and other attire until he stood naked. His cock was already hard, no doubt because he got off on fucking with me. I closed my eyes as he approached and bit my lip as he stroked his fingers over my body. My nipples tightened when he sucked them. My clit throbbed as he pressed his thumb against it and slid his fingers inside me, teasing the spot that would draw a surrender I didn’t want to give.

“Mm, that’s it,” he crooned, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?”

I clenched my jaw until my teeth ached, trying to resist his sensual onslaught.

“That won’t do.” Cosimo’s tongue clicked disapprovingly. He bit my neck hard enough that I screamed from the pain. “Much better. Don’t hide your voice from me. Every sound that passes your lips is mine.”

He knelt, burying his face between my thighs and devouring my pussy, his tongue thrusting inside so he could lap up my arousal. I was a mess, my face heating as I held my breath as long as possible before squeaking from the sensations. Cosimo was careful to avoid my clit, to deny me a release from his torment.

Sweat beaded on my face, neck, and chest when he stood and fisted his cock, dragging it through the wetness between my thighs.

“This isn't consent,” I forced out, but my moan betrayed me as one of his barbells rubbed over my clit.

“This feels a hell of a lot more like consent than denial.” Cosimo lifted my left leg and slid his cock through my slick folds. “As much as you no doubt hate yourself for it, you want me. Your body craves my touch.”

“No.” Fuck him for being right.

“We're twisted, you and I.” He leaned close and bit my bottom lip until I yelped, tasting my blood and biting him back until his iron flavor joined mine. “The dark beckons and you want to taste what I can offer. I might hate you now, but I can still make you wet, make you beg for me.”

His cock teased my opening, and he laughed triumphantly when I shifted my hips, moving against him, needing to be filled.

“I'm going to break your mind and take your body.” With a vicious thrust, he was inside me, and I was lost, crying out his name. “By the time I'm done with you, none of that good girl will remain. You'll never want another, and there will be no question that you're mine.”

He fucked me savagely, nothing left of his earlier gentle touches. His fingers bruised, his teeth left marks, his cock made me scream. And I begged. Fuck, did I beg, forgetting all of my resolve as my every breath was dedicated to moaning my captor’s name.

He swiped the fingers from his left hand through the slickness around his cock, and my heel dug into his ass as he thrust a finger into my tight, untried back hole.

“Fuck!” My pussy clenched when he thrust his cock deep and added another finger, pressing against that thin wall of separation. “Cosimo!”

I came. Hard.

Cosimo snapped his hips into mine until he followed, burying himself to the hilt and releasing spurts of hot come into my pussy. Claiming me just as he’d said.

I sagged against my chains as he lowered me, crumpling to my knees, since my wobbly legs refused to support my weight. He was there instantly, scooping me into his arms and carrying me back to the bed. I collapsed against my pillows, still panting from what we’d just done. Cosimo stopped by the bathroom, then rummaged around his collection on the opposite side of the room, returning with a length of chain, vibrator, and lubricant.

“Please,” I begged, my shoulders aching. “Don’t suspend me again. I don’t think I can take it.”

He smiled mischievously and kissed me on the forehead before attaching the wall chain to my wrists and ankles, putting me in his preferred position. “Don’t worry. It’s time for a different game.”

I watched as he popped open the bottle of lube, pouring it over my already soaked pussy, and thrusting it inside with his fingers. Then he carefully lubed each metal link. Confusion gave way to clarity as Cosimo took the end of the chain and moved it toward my center.

“Cosimo?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Shh. Don’t look so scared. It’s brand new. Cleaned and sterilized,” he soothed, flicking my clit with a link. I squirmed. “Don’t move now, goldilocks. I’d hate to pinch your delicate little folds.”

I held my breath as he pressed the first link of the chain into my opening. It was cold, foreign. Wrong. So wrong.

The second link glided in just as effortlessly.

“See how beautifully you take what I give you?” Cosimo admired where he was inserting the chain, link after link. I closed my eyes at the strange feeling. “Eyes open, Remi. Watch as I fill you.”

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