Page 67 of Of Desire And Deception

“Why would I fix something that isn’t broken?” His shrug snapped the last straw of my sanity.

I felt the hot tears trail down my cheeks. “Cosimo, you’ll break me if you do this.”

“Have you ever examined a stained glass window?” he asked thoughtfully, moving closer. “It’s art, made entirely of broken pieces of glass, forged together into something breathtaking.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not glass.”

“Yet you think you’re breakable,” he mused, lifting the dress and taking my hand. “Perhaps it’s time to test that, goldilocks. Put. The. Dress. On.”

His words held the promise of punishment should I disobey him again, and I weighed my options. Better to comply now and rebel later when I had the advantage.

The soft fabric felt like razor blades against my emotions. Cosimo watched as I slipped it over my head, shivering at how it covered my curves like a straitjacket. I climbed off the bed, standing and letting the fabric flow to the floor, swishing around my feet. It was a beautiful costume, because I was just a toy my captor had dressed up before he played his sick games.

Cosimo’s fingers trailed down my back, his neatly trimmed nails sending shivers up my spine as he took his time fastening each of the tiny pearl buttons, covering my spine. His breath skated across the nape of my neck, his lips following in a gentle whisper that would have seemed almost reverent had it not been for my current circumstances.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Everything I’d imagined.”

“You imagined seeing me in your dungeon in this farce of a display?” I turned my head, lifting my brows as I met his heated gaze. “You don’t seriously think I’m going to play along.”

He didn’t look away as he leaned in, his image blurring as he sank his teeth into my shoulder, drawing a whimper from my lips. “I don’t care if you play along. You made your choice. I’ll do what I want now.”

“You’ve already married me.” Disdain dripped from the forced words. “You’re holding me captive. I think you’ve done enough.”

“Oh, wife,” he taunted, dragging out the term. “Did you think the sensual torture would be temporary?”

My words cut off when he bit down on the opposite shoulder, his arm snaking around my chest to hold me in place as he left his mark. I could feel his lips curl into a smile against my damp skin as he ended the touch with a lingering kiss. Again with the gentleness.

“No,” Cosimo whispered angrily. “It will last a lifetime. I’ll spend the rest of our days making you cry with pleasure. I’ll never let you forget.”

His resolve was so final that a deep sense of loss filled me. I wanted to tell him we could start again, that our future shouldn’t be tainted by what we’d both done, but the thinly veiled rage in his voice had me pressing my lips together. Sentimentality wouldn’t reach him.

So I settled for sarcasm. “I doubt I’ll forget anything about you. No matter how much I might want to catch a sudden case of amnesia.”

“You seem bored, Remington.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear, and my knees went weak. He caught me, holding my back to his chest. “Be a good little wife and get on the bed. It’s time to play.”

The air thinned as Cosimo stepped away from me, crossing the room to a large chest against the opposite wall. He rummaged inside, then raised his eyebrows when he found me in the same position. I coughed and lowered myself to the mattress, scooting to the head of the bed. My jaw tightened as I spread my feet apart, the chain muffled by the skirt of the dress.

Cosimo’s smile turned triumphant when he knelt on the mattress at my feet. “Pull the dress up. I want to see how wet you are.”

“You’re so sure of yourself.” Still, I lifted the fabric, ignoring how it caught on my leg stubble. The man hadn’t let me properly shower.

He chuckled when my center was exposed. “I’m always confident when I’m right, Remington.”

“Remi.” It popped out before I could think.

“Remi.” The sound was sinful on his lips as he reached out and dragged his fingers through my damp center, licking them clean. “Touch yourself. I want to see how you make yourself come.”

“And if I use a vibrator to get off?” I smirked. Until he pulled a small pink device from his pocket and handed it to me.

“Did you think silicone and batteries would intimidate me?” He bit his lip, watching as I turned the vibrator on. Smiled as I gasped when it touched my clit. “You should know by now that I’m fond of my tools. Now come for me.”

My pussy pulsed at his command, and I dipped the vibrator into my center, pressing it to my g-spot before dragging it back to my clit. It was so wrong. And that made it all the hotter.

Cosimo’s eyes stayed on mine, widening when I moaned and began moving my hips, grinding myself against the vibrator. He had me so fucking close, and he hadn’t done anything.

“Tell me, goldilocks,” he purred, leaning closer. “Are you wishing it was my cock sliding against that swollen little clit? Thrusting inside that needy little pussy?”

“Fuck,” I panted, unable to stop the onslaught of pleasure. He shouldn’t have so much control over my mind, my body. I couldn’t fight it.

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