In Their Hearts – Their Captive Bride Read Online Julia Sykes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
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Luca’s hands bracketed my hips, guiding me away from his stiffening cock. My arms were still bound behind his neck, and I had no choice but to lean on him for balance as he positioned me where Dante wanted me.

Cool air rushed over my bottom when he fisted the soft material of my yoga pants and yanked them down my legs, exposing me. I stepped out of them and spread my legs in wanton invitation, letting him see how aroused I was for him already.

Dante swatted my thigh in a stinging rebuke. “You don’t get to come until we’re both inside you. You’ll beg for our cocks before we finally give you what you want. You’ll scream for me until you’re hoarse, and then I’ll let Luca fuck your throat so you can show him how badly you want him. You’ll take him any way he wants to use you because all you want is to please him. Isn’t that right, pet?”

His fist sank into my hair, tugging my head back so that I was forced to stare up into Luca’s glinting ochre eyes.

“Tell him,” Dante growled. “Tell him that you’ll do anything for him, anything he wants.”

“I’m yours,” I panted. “I’ll give you anything, Luca. I’ll give you everything, all of myself.”

His jaw sharpened with hunger. “Such a sweet kitten,” he purred. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, clit pulsing with need. His filthy words of praise had become an erotic trigger, and desire washed through me even though neither man was touching me sexually.

“Yes, Sir,” Dante corrected me, his voice a deep rebuke. “Address Luca with the respect he deserves.”

“What?” My mind reeled at this new turn of events. For so long, Dante had degraded Luca and told me that he wasn’t worthy of being my husband. Now he was demanding respect for the man who had once been his most hated enemy.

A line of fire lashed my thighs before I registered the sound of the cane smacking my delicate skin. I screamed at the shock of pain, then gasped for breath, struggling to understand what was happening.

Another fiery brand across my thighs, closer to my bottom this time. Luca’s jaw ticked as he studied the way I sang Dante’s perverse song.

“Does it hurt, kitten?” he murmured, sounding almost concerned.

“Yes,” I squeaked, shifting my body toward his as though I could evade the next hit.

His merciless fingers sank into my hips, and he forced me to stand exactly where Dante wanted me. His eyes flicked past me, finding my tormentor.

“Again.”

The cane branded me, and a harsh cry ripped from my chest.

“I gave you an order.” Dante’s voice drifted through the haze of pain that clouded my thoughts. “And Luca asked you a question.”

“I don’t… I can’t…” I babbled, scrambling to recall what they’d said. Everything was fuzzy, my mind floating while my body burned.

Luca leaned in close, so that his heated question threaded through the fog. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes, I…” There was something else, something I wasn’t—

Another strike, another brand seared into my sensitive flesh.

“Yes, Sir!” I shouted, Dante’s order clicking into place without conscious thought.

I couldn’t think; I couldn’t breathe.

I pressed my face into Luca’s chest and gasped for air. The intoxicating, comforting scent that was uniquely Luca surrounded me, enfolding me. My tears wet his shirt, and he released my hips to stroke my hair, a decadent caress after the cruel, unfeeling rebuke of the cane.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he rumbled, drawing a sob from deep inside me, a sound of visceral release.

The tie on my wrists loosened, but I had only a moment to cling to my husband before Dante drew my hands behind my back and bound them once again. I tugged against the restraint.

“Please,” I begged, voice ragged from screaming. “I want to touch you. Both of you.”

Dante gripped my hair and forced me down onto my knees. “You haven’t earned that yet, pet. Worship Luca with your mouth, and I might show some mercy.”

Dante’s cruel, cold demands were a shocking contrast to Luca’s words of praise. I craved them both. Dante’s iron control forced me to yield, setting me free, but Luca’s particular brand of tender possessiveness made my heart sing.

My husband’s cock strained toward my mouth, and I parted my lips in welcome. As he slid along my swirling tongue, Dante sank to his knees beside me. For a moment, I thought it was a position of supplication, but then I realized the truth: he wanted better access to continue tormenting me.

“Fuck her face,” Dante ordered. “It feels so good when she gags on your cock.” His fingers tested the slick arousal that coated my inner thighs, and he hummed his approval. “You’ll take everything he gives you, won’t you, little bird?”

I moaned in wordless reply, unable to respond even if I’d been capable of speaking. Luca filled my mouth, stroking in deep. I tried to focus on taking all of him, but Dante distracted me by rubbing around my clit. It pulsed madly, but he didn’t touch me directly where I craved it most. He coaxed me to the edge of orgasm and held me there, giving me just enough pleasure to drive me into a state of desperate, mindless lust. But he refused to allow me to reach the peak, denying my release until I sobbed around Luca’s cock. I twisted against the binding that restrained me, aching to touch myself and find sweet relief.


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