Page 38 of Ruthless Reign

“Yeah?” I leaned into the blade, bringing my forehead to touch hers, our lips inches apart. “Go ahead.”

She panted and her hand shook. Was it nervousness or arousal that had her quivering? Maybe she was afraid of me. Maybe that turned her on. To test this theory, I brought the palm between her legs higher, inching up her dress until I touched lace.

And fucking hell, she was soaking wet.

“Well, well, well,” I said with a smirk. “Such a liar, aren’t you?” I dove in between those thighs and rubbed at her drenched panties, pushing in between her sensitive skin until I found her clit. It was hard and swollen and nearly throbbing with her heartbeat, but oh, how that urged me on. “But that’s just like a Caputi, isn’t it? You were born with lies on your tongue.”

She moaned, and I pushed the delicate fabric to the side, spearing toward her entrance. I teased it, circled around it, rubbed anywhere but where she wanted.

“Better a liar than a monster,” she snarled, rocking her pelvis on my fingers, pressing down on me as if to persuade me to stuff my way inside her. “Not even married two months and you’re already seeking out other women.”

“Oh, my sweet little wife,” I said, dragging my free hand up to her throat so I could circle it like a collar…claiming her…marking her as mine. “I signed a contract saying the only cunt I’ll fuck is yours. And I’m a man of my word.”

I rubbed my thumb over the love bite from last night, and when she leaned her head to the side to give me more room, I had to take a deep breath to keep myself from dropping my pants and fucking her into this wall like a savage.

She whimpered and rubbed herself harder against me, and I obliged her frenzy, pushing one finger inside her, searching for that sweet spot that would drive her wild. When she threw her head back and lessened her grip on the knife, I massaged that area, pushing another finger inside to give me more leverage. I gripped her neck tighter, holding her in place so I could do my worst, and when she made another mewling sound, I knew she was getting close.

“That’s it,” I whispered, leaning in to bite her earlobe. “You love having my filthy Rose fingers inside you, don’t you? You like coming on my hand like a good girl. Tell me how much.” I nudged her face with my nose, urging her on. “Go on. Tell me.”

She resisted at first, sighing and groaning as she fucked my fingers with fury, one palm still wrapped around the blade, the other gripping my shirt like she might fall if she let go. Silly girl. I’d never let that happen. But I wanted to hear her consent. I wanted to know she liked this, and I wasn’t forcing it on her…even if she was the one who was armed and could stop me anytime she wanted.

Just when she was about to reach her climax, I stopped and pulled my fingers out of her, leaning back so I could see her face.She whined and grabbed my wrist, urging it back between her legs.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I said, shaking my head. “Use your words, wife. Tell me you like it. Tell me you want it. Only good girls who ask for what they want get it.”

“You’re evil,” she whispered.

“Hmm.” I brought my fingers up to her mouth and shoved them in between her lips, and despite her name-calling, she moaned and sucked on them. “You taste that?” I laughed. “That’s how much you like me when I’m evil.”

“Please,” she mumbled around my fingers.

I pulled them back with a softpopand raised my eyebrows. “What was that?”

She growled and huffed, and even her exasperation made my cock jerk behind my jeans. “Please.”

“Please…what?”

“Please…make me come,” she murmured. “Please finish what you started.”

“That’s more like it.” I grabbed the knife from her feeble grasp and kneeled in front of her, slipping the blade under the elastic of her panties to slice them clean off her body. She gasped and jumped, but the desire in her eyes told me she’d liked it.

“Those were more expensive than your death machine motorcycle.”

I snorted. “Bill me.”

She opened her mouth to say something else that would piss me off, but I pushed her feet farther apart and slid in between her legs so I could taste her for myself. That shut her up.

I licked at her before latching my mouth around her delicate skin, sucking and flicking my tongue against that pulsing ache. She moaned and clenched her fingers into my hair, and that made me feel like a God, so I kept going. My wife rode my facelike no one had ever done this to her before, and I lapped her up, pleased to serve her any way she needed.

I shoved my fingers inside her and fucked her like my soul was on fire, and when she came, I laughed and laughed and laughed as I gobbled her up.

Fuck,but it felt good to know I could make her shake. If the rest of my life would be like this…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

11

JULIA

Itold myself I wouldn’t do this again, not after last night. I didn’t care what was in our marriage contract. Even if I found Romanincrediblymoderately attractive, I shouldn’t find such pleasure in this masochistic thing between us. It should have been repulsive, but lord forgive me, I wanted more.

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