Page 16 of Cruel Heir

Andre’s expression hardens the moment I say those last words, and I know I’ve gone a step too far. “Oh, I absolutely will,” he says, his voice deceptively mild, and then he pushes his seat back a little. “I’ve changed my mind, Lucia.” He pats his thigh, his gaze holding mine. “Come sit on my lap while we eat.”

I swallow hard, shaking my head. “I’d rather not,” I manage, trying to sound as imperious as I possibly can. “You can’t treat me like this. I’m the daughter of—”

Andre sucks in a breath, snatching his napkin out of his lap and tossing it down onto the table. “I knowexactlywhose daughter you are,” he growls, standing up abruptly. “And you know that. You knowdamn well it’s the reason I brought you here. Now, are you going to makeeverymoment of this a misery, or are you going to come over here, and—”

Against my better judgment, I turn on my heel and try to flee back the way I came. I should know better—he caught me last night easily—and even if I got away, there’s nowhere in this house that he wouldn’t find me eventually. But I can’t help myself. Every instinct in me tells me to get away from this man, that he’s a danger, that he’ll only ever hurt me. He terrifies me, and I bolt out of the open door without thinking, nearly slipping on the waxed wooden floor as I do.

I make it maybe a dozen steps before I feel his hand grasp my upper arm, dragging me back against him. His other arm goes around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest, and I feel his lips against my ear, his hips pressing against my ass. He’s hard, the thick ridge of his cock grinding into me, and I hate the way it makes me shiver, the arousal that flickers in the pit of my stomach as I remember how he made me come last night.

“You’re ruining my breakfast,principessa,” Andre murmurs into my ear, sliding his lips over the shell of it. “And I can’t have you not eating. You’re so thin already. So few curves.” His hand slides up, squeezing my small breast through the thin silk of the dress. “And if you’re going to have my child, you need to be healthy. I told my staff to ensure you had to come downstairs if you wanted to eat, so I can only assume that by running, you decided you’d rather starve than sit in my presence?” His fingers tweak my nipple, rolling it between them, and I close my eyes as I hope that no one walks past and sees me like this. Andre might not care, but I do. “Nod if you don’t want to speak,principessa.”

I couldn’t speak even if I did want to. I nod slowly, knowing that he’ll demand an answer, and his fingers pinch my nipple hard. “That’s very bad of you,” he murmurs. “I’ve told you that I intend for you to give me an heir, Lucia. You know as well as I do that you can’t conceive if you’re starving, no matter how many times I fill you up with my cum. So, it seems I’ll have to make certain that you eat.”

He sweeps me up into his arms bridal style before I can protest,cradling me against his chest in another gentle mockery of something a doting husband might do. I turn my head away, pushing ineffectually at his chest, but Andre just laughs, carrying me back to the seat at the head of the table where he was before.

“Now then,” he murmurs as he sets me down. “Let’s see what we can do about making sure we both enjoy our breakfast.”

I stare at him as he sits, sliding his chair forward as he holds my wrist with one hand, keeping me standing next to him. For a moment, I don’t understand what it is that he intends to do, until I see him reach for his zipper, and I feel my eyes widen in horror.

The door is open. Someone from his staff could walk in at any moment, but Andre wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me in front of him as he drags his zipper down. I hear the rustle of fabric, and twist my head around just in time to see him free his thick, rigid cock as he drags the skirt of my silk dress up to my hips with his other hand. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, he slides two fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his saliva before he reaches down, dragging them between my folds.

“Oh,” he murmurs with a chuckle, his fingertips briefly dipping inside of me. “I see that little chase turned you on as well,dolcezza. Or, at the very least, it won’t be as hard to get inside of you as it was last night. But I find that I care less about that this morning, too. You need to get used to taking my cock,wife.”

I let out a whimper as he pushes his fingers inside of me, the wet sound of it making my face heat. That one memory of how hard he made me come last night was enough to make me at least a little damp. The thrust of his fingers into my still-sore pussy sends a wave of mingled pain and pleasure through me that only adds to it.

I hear Andre laugh again, his fingers slipping out as he grabs my hip, yanking me back onto his lap. He angles his cock between my thighs, and I feel the swollen head of it press against my folds, rubbing back and forth through the gathered wetness there for just a moment before he pulls me down onto his lap, pushing himself inside of me to the hilt.

My teeth sink into my lip to keep from crying out as his thicklength slides over the raw nerves inside of me. I haven’t recovered enough from last night for this, but I know he doesn’t care. If anything, taking me again so soon turns him on.

“Oh,fuck,” Andre groans, smoothing my hair back with one hand as he leans forward and presses his lips against my throat. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” His cock throbs inside of me as he says it, and he uses one hand to turn me slightly, so that my back is to the door and my legs are hanging over one side of the chair. He carefully arranges my skirt around us so that I’m mostly covered, and nudges his chair in, reaching for his fork as nonchalantly as if his cock weren’t currently buried inside of me.

“Andre—” I try to twist away, but his left arm snakes around my waist, holding me securely in his lap. “Someone could walk in.Please—”

“And all they would see is a man spoiling his beautiful new wife.” Andre smirks at me, shifting his hips just enough that I can feel him thrust shallowly, making me gasp despite myself. He feels even bigger like this, with me on top, deeper than he was last night. I can feel the swollen head of his cock rubbing against places inside of me that I couldn’t have imagined ever being touched. I close my eyes, willing myself not to cry—not only because of what he’s doing to me, but because of the utter shame that it makes me feel. It feelsgood, having his cock buried inside of me. I feel my cheeks heat at the knowledge that a part of me wishes that he’d bend me over the table and fuck me right now, instead of keeping me torturously impaled like this. A part of me wants to feel what I felt last night again, no matter how much I know that I shouldn’t.

Andre cuts off a small piece of omelet, holding it to my lips. “Eat,principessa,” he murmurs. “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that it does no good to refuse. You might as well enjoy what I want to give you.”

I don’t miss the double meaning in his words. I also can’t resist the food much longer. It all smells delicious—I’m sure that his cooking staff is nearly as good as what I’m used to—and I open my mouth reluctantly, allowing him to feed me the bite.

“Good girl.” His fingers slide through my hair, and I feel his hips rock inside of me again, almost a reward. The flavors of the food burst over my tongue—herbs and sharp cheese and sweet fresh eggs, and I feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes.This could be fun, if I didn’t hate him so much.Without meaning to, I imagine this scene with someone else, a man who didn’t kidnap me against my will and force me to marry him. I imagine myself being fed breakfast while my new husband fucked me slowly on his lap, a sort of lewd tableau I would never have even thought to fantasize about—but it’s more erotic than I could have imagined.

Even now, as Andre feeds me another bite, his fingers caressing the back of my neck as he slowly rocks his hips against me, I can feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. From the way he leans in to run his lips over my ear, that dark chuckle vibrating deep in his throat, I know he feels it too.

“There, littleprincipessa,” he murmurs, his hand resting on my thigh as he brushes his lips over my earlobe. “I can feel you getting wet for my cock. You want more?” He shifts his hips again, the hand on my thigh pulling me down into his lap as he thrusts up, and I let out a helpless whimper. “I’ll give you more eventually,dolcezza.”

I feel him rock into me again, almost a promise, and then he holds a bite of breakfast sausage to my lips. I taste maple and blueberries and the rich taste of the meat, the flavors bursting over my tongue. Everything feels heightened like this, the food given to me one small bite at a time as pleasure trickles through my veins, each throb of Andre’s cock inside of me heightening that slow build a little more. It feels like exquisite torture, and I close my eyes, letting out a whimper without meaning to as he pulls me down against him again.

“See?” His lips brush against my ear again, the fingers of his other hand tracing my lower lip as he sets down his fork. “I’ll make you crave my cock,principessa. I hadn’t thought of breaking you like this, of making youwantme. But I’m beginning to warm to the idea. I like making you come, while you beg and plead for me to let you stay frigid instead. I like the idea of making you desire me, even if you hate me.”

He reaches for the fork again. “So sweet,” he murmurs, and I feel another gush of arousal as he wraps his arm around my waist, lightly bouncing me on his cock before setting me down on his lap again. “Fuck,that feels good,” he moans, rocking against me. “Now, something sweet for you.”

This time, he puts a bite of something soft and syrupy into my mouth, the sweetness flooding my tongue. I let out a small moan of pleasure at the taste, and Andre’s hand presses more tightly against my side, his cock throbbing inside of me. “That’s it,dolcezza,” he murmurs as I tighten around him helplessly, the sensations heightening bit by bit. “That feels so good.” His teeth nip at my ear as he feeds me another syrupy bite. “It feels good for you too, doesn’t it?”

I feel his fingers press into my side almost painfully as he bounces me on his cock again, and I shake my head with a whimper. He pulls me down against him, hard, his teeth biting more sharply at my ear.

“Don’t lie to me, wife,” he growls into my ear, rocking his hips against me. “I can feel you squeezing around me. You can deny it all you want, but the way your tight little pussy is gripping me tells me otherwise.” He moves again, rolling his hips a little faster as he thrusts up into me, groaning. “Squeeze me like that again,principessa.”

I shake my head, biting my lip, but I can’t seem to stop myself. The raw pain of his initial invasion has blurred into a throbbing pleasure with each shift of his cock inside of me, his thick, swollen cockhead rubbing over a spot with each movement that makes me tighten, swallowing back a moan. Andre makes another low sound of pleasure in his throat as I ripple around his cock, burying his face in my neck, nipping lightly at the soft flesh there. “You’re going to make me come,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm against me as he moves me up and down his cock ever so slightly. “Just like that—fuck, you’re so warm and tight—”

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