Page 23 of Cruel Heir

“One of my men is looking into whether or not they were your father’s men right now.” I smile coldly at her. “But regardless, they’re all dead. Your father must not have sent enough. Maybe he’s not as concerned with getting his darling girl back as you think he is. Maybe he knows you’re worthless to him now.”

Lucia’s mouth opens on a silent protest, her eyes welling with tears. I stalk towards her, my jaw tight with fury as I stop in front of the chair. Even like this, she looks stunningly beautiful, fragile, and breakable as a porcelain doll, as if I could crush her with one clench of my fist. I feel myself harden, the rush of power flowing through me as I loom over her.

“This wasn’t me,” Lucia whispers, trembling as she looks up at me. “I swear! I had nothing to do with it, if it was him—” Tears hang on the edge of her lashes, and I smirk, reaching down to brush my thumb over her cheekbone.

“I think you’re lying,” I tell her, my voice deceptively gentle. “So perhaps there’s something else you can do with your mouth besides making me listen to my own wife lie to me. Down on your knees, Lucia. Show me how sorry you are—or prove to me how loyal you are, depending on how truthful youreallyare being.”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “Please,” she whispers, flinching away from me. “Please, just let me go to bed. This was terrifying. I just want—”

Quick as a flash, I wind my fingers into her hair, fisting my hand in the soft strands so that she’s forced to look directly up at me. “I don’t care what you want right now,principessa,” I murmur. “What I want is to see my wife obey me. And Iorderedyou down onto your knees.”

“You said you wanted to get me pregnant.” She’s frozen in place, shaking down to her lips. “This won’t help you... Please, just one night—after what happened—”

“See, I still don’t believe that what happened wasn’tyourfault.” I tighten my hand in her hair, jerking her head back a little more. “And now, I want either your apology, or your obedience. Will you get down on your knees, Lucia, or am I going to put you there?”

Her eyes are full of tears, but she shakes her head stubbornly, tugging back against my grasp. “Andre,please—”

“God, if you only knew how hard it makes me when you beg.” I smile at her, my hand going to my belt as I flick it open easily. “Fortunately, I can show you, right now.”

With one swift tug, I pull her out of the chair and down onto her knees in front of me on the soft rug, my knuckles pressing into the back of her neck as I free my cock. I’m achingly hard, pre-cum already pearling from the tip, and I give myself a long, languorous stroke as I guide myself toward her lips. She keeps them stubbornly closed, glaring up at me, and I rub the swollen head over her lower lip, feeling myself throb pleasantly as I see my pre-cum glaze over her skin.

“Lick it off,” I order her, and she grits her teeth, her gaze furious.

“Haven’t you humiliated me enou—”

Before she can finish speaking, I push my cock between her lips, muffling anything further she might have said. She rears back, but my grip on her hair keeps her still, and I thrust forward, filling her mouth with my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I feel my cockhead slide over her tongue, the wet heat of her mouth surrounding me, and I groan with pleasure as I push her down toward the base.

“Swallow it all,principessa,” I murmur, my voice thick withpleasure. “Soon enough, you’ll be pregnant, and I can enjoyallof your holes whenever I please, without concern over where I come. But tonight, for the sake of teaching you the purpose of your mouth, I think I can afford to waste one orgasm. And feeling you choke on my cock and swallow my cum will be every bit as pleasurable.”

Ifeelher choke as I push my cock into her throat, groaning as I feel her lips tightening around the base. It feels so fucking good, and I hold her there for a moment, her throat tightening and convulsing around my shaft. Her eyes are full of tears as she chokes, dripping down her cheeks, and I thrust once more before I pull her off of my length, giving her a moment to breathe.

“I can’t—” she gasps as she eyes my twitching length in front of her face, glistening with her saliva and dripping arousal. “I can’t do it again—”

“You can, and you will.” I reach for her with my free hand, stroking the pad of my thumb over her now-puffy lips. “Your mouth feels good,principessa. You look so beautiful like this, down on your knees for your husband.”

Lucia looks up at me, her eyes wide and pleading, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a more erotic sight. I’ve been with dozens of women, had more lips around my cock than I can count, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than Lucia on her knees for me while I push my cock between her lips again.

“Suck it for me,principessa,” I murmur, my fingers running through her hair as I loosen my grip a little. “Please me, and maybe I won’t be so angry with you.” I stroke my fingers over her jaw, sliding my cockhead over her tongue. I feel her slide it around the tip, just a little, as she laps up a bit of my pre-cum, and I groan.

“That’s it. Good girl. I know you’ve never had a cock in your mouth before. I’ll teach you. Just swirl it around, just like that—”

Lucia stiffens, her lips tightening as she tries to pull back again, but my hand fists in her hair before she can. “No,principessa. You’re not getting out of it that easily. You can please me yourself, or I’ll take what I want.” I tighten my hand in her hair, pushing her down on mylength again as my hips snap forward, and she lets out a broken moan as I push my cock into her throat.

God,the way she feels when she chokes on it is so fucking good. I groan, thrusting into her throat as I fuck her face, quickening my pace as she struggles to breathe. I feel the same rush that I did in the garden, when I had my hand around her throat, only this feels a thousand times better. My cock throbs in her mouth, veins swollen, and my cockhead dripping over her tongue, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.

“I’m going to come down your throat,principessa,” I pant, thrusting over her tongue, feeling the wet heat of her mouth surround me. “And you’re going to swallow it all like a good girl. Every drop that you waste, I’ll make certain that you pay for.”

Lucia whimpers, trying to pull back, and I allow her one more moment to slide off of my length, letting her gasp a breath before I thrust myself between her lips again. “Take it all,” I growl as I push myself into her throat, feeling my balls tighten as I hover at the edge. “Take my fucking cum,principessa—”

The feeling of spurting hot cum down her throat is the sweetest ecstasy. Every orgasm I have with her feels as if I’m coming unraveled, my entire body tensing as pleasure bursts through me, my hips thrusting into her wet mouth as she chokes and sputters. My hand tightens in her hair, holding her flush to my skin, feeling her lips press against me as I push as deeply as I can. Her damp, pleading gaze meets mine as I throb in her mouth, every pulse of my cock sending more of my cum down her throat, and I don’t want it to stop. It feels so fucking good.

I’m never letting her go.

“Good girl,” I croon as I feel the last of my orgasm drip onto her tongue. I stroke the side of her face, brushing away the tears that I can feel clinging to her cheek. “My good princess.” I slide my thumb over her lower lip, feeling the softness of it, my cock twitching slightly as I slide it out of her mouth. “You swallowed your first load so well. I can’t wait to give you more.”

Lucia looks up at me, her gaze full of accusation, and I laughdarkly. “Don’t pretend that you aren’t wet,dolcezza,” I murmur, still stroking her lower lip. “Or else I’ll have to check, and that would embarrass you even more, wouldn’t it?”

She tries to turn away as best as she can, with my hand still in her hair, and that’s all the answer I need. I reach down, tucking myself away as I pull her to her feet with my other hand, grasping my arm so she can’t go anywhere.

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