Page 39 of Ruthless Reign

He hadgotten the right of it. Seeing that hang-around put her hands onmyhusband had sent something rotten through my molecules, boiling my blood until I had to interrupt them and force him to take me home.

I told myself it was because he’d fucked me last night and now had the audacity to flirt with another woman, but if I were honest with myself (and only myself because I would nevertell him this) I had started to feel possessive of him.

He wasmyhusband,myprotector,myking. And I would cut the hands off anyone who dared try to take him from me. I secretly liked this evil game we played. I secretly wanted to play more of it.

After he made me come on his face, he kissed my vulva and inner thighs until I stopped trembling and released my death grip on his hair. When he appeared from under my skirt, his lipsand chin glistened with the evidence of how much I’d ached for him, but his cocky smirk made me want to grab my knife and stab him.

“Look at how flushed you are, little wife,” he said, pushing to his feet, towering over me yet again. I tried to act like the sight of such a powerful man on his kneesfor mehad no effect on my ego, but truthfully, I nearly wilted at the sight. “I think you liked that.”

“You should be so lucky,” I said, my voice cracking despite how desperately I wanted to sound serious.

“Still lying?” He tutted me like a disapproving authority figure before wrapping his strong hands around my throat again, tilting my face up to his, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Such beautiful lips, and you use them to say such terrible things.”

“I hate you,” I said. It was a weak defense, but he’d rattled me. The way he held me spoke of adoration, and the ease with which he’d licked me to a mind-blowing orgasm had me pulsing in disbelief.

“Hmm, of course, you do.” He yanked me forward to collide his lips with mine, and the fierceness of his kiss sent sparks down my spine and the backs of my legs. He licked at me, forcing me to open my mouth so he could shove inside, invading all parts of me, tasting like me and him and the beer he’d been drinking before we left the clubhouse. We wrestled with each other, but he ultimately dominated me like I knew he would, like I wanted him to. When he pulled back, he stared down at me with that haunting mix of ruthlessness and villainy in his eyes. “I think that mouth is better suited for something else.”

I swallowed, my throat gone dry for what I anticipated would be next. My heart pounded and butterflies lined my stomach.

“I think you should get on your knees and fuck my cock with your throat.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, and I opened to let him dip inside.

Any number of insults passed through my mind, and the urge to let them all out tested my restraint. I’d been raised a mafia princess in the richest family in DC. Men got on their kneesfor me.The thought of lowering myself for him bucked against everything I’d been brought up to think about myself. But heaven help me, Roman was unlike any other man I’d ever been with. Wealth, station, last names, none of that mattered anymore. All I had in the world was his. I was his.

He’d turned my legs to jelly with his tongue, and I wondered if I could do the same. Could I have the same control, the same power, over him because of what I could do with my mouth?

I raised an eyebrow and slowly kneeled in front of him.

Surprise flickered through his expression for only a moment before he shut it down and returned to his stoic dominance. He widened his stance when I coasted my palms up his thighs to his belt, carefully undoing the metal clasp and sliding the leather through it. He removed it entirely while I worked on the button and the zipper. Then, I pulled the waist of his boxers down so I could free his cock. I hadn’t gotten a look at it last night, though I felt through his sweatpants that it was big. Up close like this, I almost backed out. I almost pushed to my feet and told him there was no way I could deep-throat him, but doing so would mean he’d win. I’d never been one to balk at a challenge, especially not with him. I wouldn’t start now.

“Well, get to it,” he said, causing me to meet his gaze as I grabbed the base and licked the entire underside of him. His velvet skin tasted clean and salty, and there was something distinctly him that made my cunt throb as another surge of arousal hit me. He groaned and leaned his head back, but that urged me on. I took the tip in my mouth, sucking and lapping over the slit, swallowing down a drop of precum that amped me up even more. I liked how he tasted, and when one of his hands dropped to my head, I liked the way his fingers curled in my hair.

He encouraged me down on him, and I complied, thankful he’d given me the cue. I wanted to learn how to do it right…for him…and any guidance worked in my favor to make him melt. When he looked down at me and guided me, I hummed in appreciation. He grinned, evidently liking that sensation, and I relaxed my throat to take him all the way.

It burned, and I gagged, choking around the thick girth of him, but when his hand clenched on the back of my head, I figured he liked that, too. I hadn’t done this in a long time, so long that I embarrassed myself by heaving on the third or fourth thrust. But I didn’t let that disrupt my goal. I wanted to win this battle of wills.

My eyes watered and slobber dripped from my chin, but that, too, turned me on. I wanted to get sloppy for him, knowing he’d made me that way. I was a princess the rest of the time, prim and put together and expensive. But here, on my knees,for my husband,I would ruin myself.

I’d let him ruin me. For surely, there was no one else I coulddo this for, no one else I wanted to do this for.

He held me by the crown with one fist and wrapped the other around my jaw, his fingers massaging my throat while I took him as deeply as I could. A few more ruts, and he paused there, letting my esophagus convulse around him while he moaned and pushed his hips forward even more.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The edges of my vision started to soften, and just when I thought I’d have to stop, he relented and pulled out, staring down at me with that confusing affection while he stuffed himself back in his jeans.

“What a good little cocksucker you are,” he said, wiping the spit off my chin before running his knuckles along the tears on my cheeks. “Do you like being my wife? My little Caputi whore?”

The degradation should have insulted me, but instead, I took a deep breath and dropped my gaze to the ground. Shame rolledin my chest at how much Ididenjoy it. No one else saw me like this, and I’d signed a contract that said no one else ever would.

“Oh, I think you do,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Now be a good girl and stand up.”

I complied, far more easily than I would have liked, rising to my feet with tears on my cheeks. I was certain my mascara had run down my face and my lipstick had smeared, but perhaps he liked that because he grinned and nodded to the door for his bedroom.

“Undress and get on my bed.” His commanding tone left little room for debate, and I swallowed against my sore throat, knowing where this would lead. He would take me hard, perhaps even harder than he had last night, and I would like it. My feelings for him would only get more complex. That wasn’t what this was supposed to be about, but how exactly did I plan to have children with him if I didn’t have sex with him?

Perhaps I hadn’t expected to like it as much as I did. Perhaps I had only thought it would remain clinical, that we wouldn’t be as compatible as we were.

“Well?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “If you want to stop, tell me to stop. You can always?—”

“No,” I cut in, afraid he would end this before it even began. I didn’t know how to tell him I enjoyed it when he was rougher, when he made the decisions so I didn’t have to. “I’m just surprised you can operate a brain and that giant cock at the same time.”

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