Page 30 of Ruthless Reign

“Uh-huh,” he said. “Such a good little wife, pretending for me.”

The praise knocked over a tumbler in my restraint, the rest of my reasons for resisting finally falling away. I bit my lip and ground down on him, swiveling my hips to make that pleasure echo through my entire body.

“There ya go,” he said. “Are you going to make yourself come? Huh? Are you such a good pretender that you can convince me you like this?”

I don’t. I don’t like it.

But it felt so tantalizing, and no one had ever handled me like this. The volcano building in my body inched closer to erupting with every heartbeat.

“Nothing to say?” He let out a sick, twisted laugh and bit my earlobe, the heat from his breath cascading over my bare skin and down to my breasts, which were tender from his ministrations. “Wow, who knew all I had to do to get you to shut up was ruck up your skirt?”

Frustrated, I snaked a hand into his hair and yanked, glaring down at him while I rode him, searching for my climax, desperate for release. He winced at first, his lips curling into a smirk as he let out a dark, sinful chuckle.

“Oh, so we do like it rough?” He dug his fingers into my hips to guide me, rocking me harder and faster. “Get yourself off, littlewife,and then I’m going to bend you over this table, smash your face into that appalling excuse for dinner, and fuck you so hard you can’t stand tomorrow.”

That image sent me over the edge. It shouldn’t. I didn’t want him to fuck me. I didn’t want his body to do the things it was doing to me, but when my orgasm broke through my hesitation, I moaned and threw my head back and every muscle in my body tensed with the rush. My toes curled, my nails dug into his scalp, and I bit down on my bottom lip so hard I tasted blood.

For that one heart-shattering moment, the world ceased to exist. It was just me and him and the smell of wine on ourbreath. My overheated skin cooled, and when I looked at him, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, his eyes shimmering with desire and wanton possession.

But in the aftermath, reality set in. This was supposed to be pretend. This was supposed to be practice for us to convince his club the next time we were paraded in front of them. I had taken it too far. He’dletme take it too far. And I didn’t know if blaming him made me feel better or worse.

Suddenly coming to my senses, I jumped off him, backing away so fast I nearly tripped over my feet and had to steady myself with one hand on the table.

He sat there and stared at me, adjusting his hips as he grabbed his cock to seemingly relieve his own tension. The V of his legs enticed me, making me want to kneel in between them and finish him off with my mouth. But no.

No!

This was wrong…so terribly wrong. He was a Rose. He was evil and vile and wretched, and everything about him repulsed me.

“What’s wrong, wife?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side. “Too ashamed to admit you liked how hard you got off on my lap?”

I swallowed against a dry throat and took another step back, trying to reason with myself about the wickedness of my situation.He’d forced me into it. He goaded me. Lied to me. He told me it was pretend, but it wasn’t…and I liked it. I liked it so much.

“You disgust me.” I wanted to run away. I wanted to hide and act like this whole thing had never happened.

Roman shoved to his feet and stormed toward me, towering over me, making me seem small and insignificant in comparison. “Do I? I think you like that, too.”

I shoved at his shoulders, but he grabbed my wrists and twisted me around, ramming my hip bones into the table as he slammed me against it. He overpowered me, forcing me to bend over it, rattling the wineglasses and plates, spilling pinot on the tablecloth. The candle flames flickered, and my stomach twisted, churning with anticipation and longing and…something darker. Part of me was scared of him. He’d done so many awful things, only some of which I knew about. He was a powerful man, and he could so easily force me to do whatever he wanted. But the other part…the wretched little slut I kept deep down inside, she liked everything about it, and she wanted more.

The heat of his legs brushed against the back of my thighs, the thick ridge in his pants pushing against the curve of my ass as he leaned over me, holding my wrists at the base of my spine. His lips brushed against my ear when he whispered, “Tell me to stop,wife.Tell me to stop and go away and I will.”

I said nothing, just gasped for air to fill my lungs.

I wanted it to stop…didn’t I? This was pretend, only pretend, and I should have ended it before it even began. But wasn’t this what I set out to do by making him this meal? Wasn’t this what we were supposed to practice? This was how a husband and wife lived, and weweremarried. If I allowed anyone to treat me like this, if I allowed anyone inside my body, it should be him.

Just then, Iachedto be filled…especially by him.

I opened my mouth, prepared to tell him to get off me, but that wasn’t what came out. Instead, I hissed, “Is this how the Roses treat their women? You depraved fiend. Somehusband.”

I arched into the feel of his cock on my backside, despite the harsh words pouring over my lips.

At that, he laughed again and wrapped one giant hand around my wrists, using the other to wrench up my dress. His heavy palm slid up the side of my leg to the holster where I kept my knife, and he yanked it free, leaning over me to stab it intothe table next to my face. I jumped at the loudthunkbut didn’t move to grab it. Then he shoved my panties down to my ankles, nearly ripping them off my legs as I lifted one foot, then the other, to step out of them.

Quivering against the cool air on my wet vulva, I took a deep breath to prepare myself for what was coming, but that did not stop me from sinking into the table when the tip of his cock brushed through my soaked skin.

“Last chance,” he whispered. “Say the word, and this ends.”

“Oh, c’mon, you Rose bastard,” I snarled. “Surely, you’re not this much of a coward.”

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