Page 26 of Arranged Deception

“My boss,” she breathes.

“Your keeper.” I slowly lock my two fingers against her G-spot and rub circles.

“Keeper,” she parrots on a husky sigh.

“Husband.” I dare her to admit it. Admit that I own her in all forms.

“Husband. All of it, Nico. Please, just fuck me,” she cries.

“You’ve wanted this, haven’t you? The minute you saw me, you saw past the situation and spotted just who you were marrying. You’ve been soaked for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes, it’s the only thing about you that I found worth the arrangement. I knew you would at least fuck me like I would want it.”

“You’re about to be broken. Damaged. Ruined beyond repair. Are you sure you’re ready for what that means?”

She laughs through a moan, the sound musical.

“Get this one thing, Nico. Don’t ask me—take me. Do things to me. Degrade me. Praise me. And be the man who can do what I won’t let you outside this bedroom. Which is in control of me.”

Never has a woman made me so infuriated that I get pleasure and aroused by it. Never has a woman made me feel like I want to consume her and burn her with my words like I do with Emelia. A challenging woman with so much to offer, yet it’s been wasted by her parents. Hiding her and silencing her. What would become of Emelia if I were to give her some semblance of power in our home?

“Nico, I’m aching. Please. Don’t make me beg anymore.” She pulls me back in from the thoughts that were carrying my mind away from what’s right in front of me.

“You look enticing when you beg me, Emelia. Truly a delicacy.”

“I can beg you some other time. Until then, I need you.”

“Yes. Yes, you do.” Standing back, I undress, watching her watch me reveal inch after inch of skin. I let my eyes wander lazily up and down her body, from her temptress eyes, all the way to the pink on her toes. But the most tantalizing place I want to look is between those thick thighs.

Her thighs are marked with pink lines, and they have dents that look damn near deadly with how much I want to taste them. I want to lick and bite those marks, so hard one wouldn’t be able to tell which were already there or made by my teeth.

“Show me how you play with yourself, baby. Give that slutty clit some attention,” I order, dropping my pants and grabbing my hard shaft. The engorged head is leaking precum already.

“Fuck,” she moans, looking at my cock and eagerly reaching between her legs. The second she makes contact, it’s like an explosion. She comes with a shudder, liquid shooting from her.

I nearly come right along with her, learning I have myself a generous sharer.

I’ve been with all kinds of women, but the ones who can give you gratitude in the form of squirting? Those are women sent from the gods.

“Lick your fingers clean. Now,” I growl.

I’m warped, my mind wrapped in lust and overtaken by what her body is going to offer me tonight. Uncensored fucking. Her body will be used by me, a personal house of worship where sinners beg for penance. We will do things that would make even the saints turn away.

Bringing her fingers lazily to her lips, she licks them, making a show out of it, one that makes my cock that much harder.

“God, I taste good. You want to try some, Valiente?” Emelia quips and taunts me so well that I don’t wait a moment longer. She may think she’s able to tease me, but I don’t like being toyed with. She wants it, she gets it, but in my own way.

Grabbing her ankles, I flip her over, roughly grip her hips, and pull her up on her knees. Before her yelp completely dissipates, I dip low and lick her engorged clit, following up with such a harsh bite to her pussy lips she lurches forward. I grab her hips violently and pull her slit back to me.

“I’m not done with you. Move away again, and I won’t give you the foreplay. And trust me, you need it for what I have planned.”

Gulping loud enough I hear it, she nods, and I slap her ass so hard the skin and fat reverberate, and the sight has my cock throbbing. I love a body that gives me more than just a hole to empty into. I need depth, in body and in life. She has both, and I loathe but welcome it at the same time.

I do not love her, but slowly, I can see myself not despising her.

“Yes, sir. Please, make me come,” Emelia begs. I don’t respond as I let that plea replay in my mind while lazily licking her clit and up her center. Looking up the long line of her back, I see her trying to look back at me while I lap at her. But she fails, this position making it impossible.

“Left, princess. Look left… in the mirror, while my tongue fucks this tempting little asshole.” I point my tongue and plunge it into her backside, the puckered hole stealing my attention. I rub at her clit with the intention to make her come so hard she will be wet enough to take me all the way. I’m large and thick. There’s no way she’ll be able to take me without enough preparation.

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