Page 33 of Heartless Sinner

“The last thing I wanted to do was marry you,” Marla seethed. “But I agreed to it, for the sake of my brother. I would never hurt my family. And I’m going to be loyal to you, because of that promise, so I can get justice.”

A low growl escaped me. I should be harsher with her. I should demand proof, I should question everything—but I didn’t want to. I wanted her to be telling me the truth.

That made her a weakness of mine. And that was dangerous.

“Then prove it,” I ordered. “Prove your loyalty.”

“You prove to me that you’re not responsible for my brother’s death,” Marla snapped furiously.

I shoved her against the table, using my grip on her hair to hold her in place so I could slide my tongue into her mouth again. “Oh…” I whispered, speaking each word in between another fierce kiss. “I’ll… prove it… by finding the killer… and giving you his head…” I slid my hands under her thighs and hauled her up into my arms. “…as a fucking wedding present.”

“No you fucking won’t,” Marla hissed. “You bring him to me alive and I get his confession and I get to kill him. I want proof not a dead man who can’t talk and who will hide all your secrets!”

She yelped as I carried her across the apartment and into the master bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress. She ended up on her back, her legs splayed, and I could see the shine on her panties—she was wet. Fuck.

“I’ll get him, and he’ll confess,” I said in a low, menacing tone. “And if it turns out it was one of my men, if it was my brother or anyone else, I’ll free you from our deal. No marriage.” I undid my pants and pushed them down, along with my underwear, freeing my aching cock.

Marla swallowed, flushing all over. Her gaze was trained right on my dick. “And how do I prove that I’m not just out to set you up and build my own little empire?”

“How do you think?” I replied, taking my cock in my hand and giving it a firm stroke. “Prove you can follow my orders.”

Marla sneered. “You were just making fun of my seduction attempt and now you want me to blow you?” she asked incredulously.

“No.” I took off my shirt next and prowled towards her. To her credit, she didn’t cower or try to scurry away as I approached. “I want you to sit on my cock and ride me.”

She fucking rolled her eyes at me. “Mmm, such a chore,” she said in a bored tone.

She was being a real brat, but I knew how to fix that. She’d figure out how this was going to go, and who was in charge, soon enough.

I moved onto the mattress, my hand grabbing her hair at the back of her head to keep her pressed her down onto the bed as I sucked on her rigid nipple through the fabric of her bra. Marla whimpered.

“You were such a good girl for me last night and this morning,” I told her, sliding the fingers of my free hand up the inside of her thighs. “You haven’t realized just what’s in store for you if you really misbehave. And you’re misbehaving very badly right now.”

I yanked her panties down and she gasped, arching up into me. Her soft skin and wet pussy dragged against my body and I groaned. God, yes, I was going to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t even consider disobeying me. Ever.

Marla cried out as I moved to her other nipple, scraping my teeth against her soft skin, making her lace bra wet and clinging from my tongue—and then I slid my finger inside her tight pussy and she got even louder.

“Tell me…” I growled savagely. “Tell me why I shouldn’t get someone else after you decided not to trust me. Huh? Tell me why I should still honor our deal instead of tossing you out on your ass.”

Marla kissed me viciously, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip, and I tasted a hint of blood. “Because no other woman will be as good for you as I am.”

“Then prove it.” I added a second finger to her drenched channel and curled them, stroking my thumb against her clit. Fuck, she was so insanely wet. “Prove that you’re the best.”

I rolled us over so that I was now on my back and she was spread over my lap, that sweet, wet pussy of hers dragging against my cock. Jesus Christ, I wanted to drive my dick inside of her so badly.

I pulled my fingers out of her and braced her thighs, spreading them indecently wide so that I could see everything. “Sink down onto my cock and ride me,” I ordered. “But you’re not going to come. Not until I give you permission. You’re going to speed up, or slow down, just as I tell you to. Prove that you can follow my fucking orders and do as you’re told.”

A look of surprise flashed across Marla’s face, followed by comprehension, then frustration as she realized how I was challenging her. Then a determined gleam came into her eyes and she nodded, biting her lower lip.

“Yes, sir,” she told me, and there was a sarcastic note in her voice—but I knew that was going to change once she became really desperate. Once she realized who was in control and held all the power.

I looked forward to her being genuine in her begging.

Marla lifted herself up and wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me from base to tip, and I passed her a condom from the bedside drawer. She slid it on, taking her time, teasing me, and I could tell she was trying to get a bit of her own revenge back, to show that just because she could understand my demand for loyalty didn’t mean she was going to hand it over easily.

Then she sank down onto me, and I growled low in my throat, pleasure shooting straight through me at how hot and tight she was around my shaft. I clenched my jaw, wanting to thrust into her with abandon, to make her scream with orgasm after orgasm, but this was about proving something. She’d tried to seduce me to get information out of me, and now she was going to pay the price for that bratty, rebellious behavior.

Marla took a moment to adjust to my size, breathing heavily, and I stroked up and down her thighs to soothe her. I probably should’ve taken a little more time to prep her before I had her take my entire cock, but she was pretty damn determined herself, sinking down onto me in one long glide rather than taking me inches at a time.

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