Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I tensed, and the chains rattled against the metal bedposts. I didn’t want to play any part in demeaning my husband. It was bad enough when Dante forced him to watch helplessly while he toyed with me.
“Don’t,” I begged on Luca’s behalf.
Dante stroked my hair back from my cheek and shushed me again, as though he was soothing a defiant pet. The mattress dipped between my legs, and Luca’s body heat kissed my thighs. His big hands sank into my hips, pinning me down as his warm breath teased over my clit.
His harsh, dominant hold reminded me of how he’d completely possessed me on our wedding night, how he’d been unyielding in preparing me to accept him. He’d been intent on wringing pleasure from my body.
It seemed tonight would be no different.
I tried to close my legs again, to save him from the humiliating act of servicing me at Dante’s command. His fingers sank into my thighs, shoving them wider in a silent order to remain open for him. He growled against my sex in warning, and the vibration of the savage sound shuddered into my core. My clit pulsed in response, and arousal wet my lower lips.
He was obeying Dante, but he was taking back some small sense of control by dominating me. It’d always been this way between us when he claimed me: he took charge of me, body and mind. He gave me so much pleasure that I melted in his hands.
Behind the darkness of the blindfold, it was easier to envision that we were together in the bed we’d shared for that brief time before Dante kidnapped me. The first flick of his tongue over my clit made my back arch, my hips lifting to seek more stimulation.
His hand splayed on my stomach, forcing me to stillness as he began to taste me. He groaned at the arousal he found at my core, a sound of relief and desire. He hadn’t been allowed to touch me for long, awful days; he’d been forced to watch Dante touching me as though he had every right. Now that Luca held me at his mercy once again, he feasted on me like he’d been starving for me.
For a few blissful minutes, I was able to lock Dante out of my mind and pretend I was alone with my husband. I lost myself in the decadent sensations of his mouth on me and his strong hands subjugating me. I remembered how he’d possessed me with savage, primal intensity in my dance studio, after he’d saved my life. He’d declared that I was his, and I felt his ownership with every demanding lash of his tongue against my clit.
I moaned and writhed in his grip, allowing myself to be swept away. Pleasure spiraled, and my core contracted. I was on the brink of release…
I cried out at a flare of pain when something pinched my nipples hard. My orgasm receded, and I tried to squirm away from the pinch. More stinging pain bloomed on my breasts when they were slapped in rebuke for my struggles. The pinch didn’t abate.
Dante.
The monster was still here with us. We were still trapped in his awful dungeon; we’d never been back home in our own bed.
I whimpered at the loss of the sense of safety. It’d been cruelly fleeting.
The pinch on my nipples increased, and a strangled shout tore from my chest. Luca’s tongue penetrated me, as though he was trying to give me pleasure to mitigate the pain. The two opposing sensations tormented me, my body shaking from the intensity.
“You look so pretty with your nipples clamped,” Dante rumbled.
What? I didn’t understand what he’d done to me, but the pinch abated slightly. Uncomfortable pressure remained, and my abused buds throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat.
A featherlight touch on the tight peaks contrasted with the pain, and my back arched on a sharp cry. Luca sucked on my clit.
Ecstasy crested. I was so close…
“Don’t let her come yet,” Dante commanded.
Luca gave me one lingering lick along the line of my slit before brushing an apologetic kiss over my sex.
I whined and undulated my hips, wanting the comfort of his touch. His hands clamped my thighs, holding me in place as his hot, panting breaths teased over me.
“You see?” Dante crooned in my ear, rubbing my nipples again and sending zings of pleasure sparking down to my needy clit. “Luca is nothing. He’s not a man. He’s not your husband. He’s mine to use however I want. His mouth is on you, but I’m the one giving you this pleasure. I’m the one who controls your orgasms. You’re mine.”
Luca snarled against my sex.
“Make her come,” Dante commanded, voice ice cold as he addressed Luca.
My husband lashed me with his tongue, holding my bucking body down as he stimulated me mercilessly. Despite Dante’s twisted declaration, Luca was possessing me with his mouth, reminding me of how he was the one who’d mastered my body from the very beginning. He’d been the one to taste me like this on our wedding night; my first experience with a man.