Page 40 of Ruthless Reign

At first, he smirked like he had decided to take that as a compliment. But then he grabbed my upper arm and hauled me into his room forcibly, kicking the door closed behind him. His grip pinched, but that added to the experience, and when he tossed me on the bed, I bit my lip to keep from smiling. That would only make it worse. I landed on my hands and rolled overto look at him. He stared down at me like some kind of menacing villain, and I shivered thinking about what he might do to me.

“Take off your clothes,” he said. “I won’t say it again.”

Maintaining eye contact with him, I climbed off the bed to unzip my dress, shoving it down to my ankles so I could step out of it. The bra went next, and when I stood naked in front of him, he grabbed his cock through his jeans and eyed me up and down with a pleased tilt to his mouth.

“Lie back and spread your legs. Show me that beautiful wet cunt.” He walked around to the end of the bed so he could have the best vantage point, and I did as he asked.

My body seemed to comply before my mind could fully catch up, and I simply…let go. I enjoyed giving him control over the situation. It made the constant chatter in my brain die down, and I knew that if he wanted this, he’d take care of me. I had no reason to think he wouldn’t.

The duvet was soft under my shaking body and I laid my head on the pillows, bending my knees as I opened them for him. I’d certainly shown myself to lovers before, and Roman himself had even gotten up close and personal, but to be so blatantly on display sent a self-conscious heat through my veins. Cool air rushed in between my thighs, and I gasped, my pussy suddenly so needy and throbbing for him. I reached down to cover myself, but he was suddenly there, swatting me away.

“Don’t you dare hide,” he said. “Not from me.”

I swallowed and nodded, clenching my hands into fists at my sides, refusing to back down from him. He yanked his shirt off and shoved his jeans to the floor before doing the same to his boxers. Now, we were both exposed to each other and for the first time since I’d seen him in the mirror, I got a glimpse at his gorgeous body. His broad chest gave way to abs that spoke of his physically demanding job, his arms just as veiny and defined. His adonis belt framed a thin line of dusty brown hairtrailing down to his magnificent cock, jutting out straight, pink, and hard, ready for more attention. He had big thighs and thick calves, so much power in one body that I wondered if anything in this world could stop him from taking whatever he wanted.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, kneeling on the mattress. He moved between my legs and rested his hands on my knees, maybe to keep me there or maybe to ground himself in our shared reality.

The compliment was so sudden and unprovoked I nearly gasped, my heart fluttering as my belly dropped.

“So are you,” I murmured.

He hummed and smiled softly, scooting closer so that his cock touched my cunt. I rocked into the connect, especially when he grabbed it to spear the head between my skin, taunting my clit before sliding downward. He teased my entrance, making me arch toward him in anticipation before he moved back up again…toying with me like I was his plaything.

By the third pass, I couldn’t stand the way my body yearned for his. I huffed and tilted my hips so that he went farther in than he meant to, and he hissed in a startled breath.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he tutted, shaking his head as he raised an eyebrow. “That was very naughty.”

He pulled away and slapped my cunt, rattling my clit so hard I cried out and tried to twist away. But he held me there with his massive body, my knees tucked under his shoulders, keeping me in one spot.

“Only good wives get my cock,” he said, leaning over me to bring his face above mine. “Are you going to be good?”

I squared my jaw and glared up at him, debating whether I would oblige this game or tell him to fuck off. But Ididwant him. I was so worked up and ready that I thought I might physically combust if he didn’t do it. I could get myself off in my room, but I wanted him to do it.

For the first time in weeks, I could admit that to myself.

Iwantedmy husband, and I wanted him to want me.

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “Yes, I’ll be good.”

“We’ll see about that.” He grabbed my arms and moved them above my head, crossing them at the wrists. “You stay just like this. Can you do that?”

I nodded.

“Use your words, little wife,” he said, nudging my nose with his.

“Yes,” I replied. “I’ll stay like this.”

His grin lit up his entire face, and I realized how expressive his chestnut eyes actually were. In them, I could see how much he also wanted this, and he rose again to sit back on his feet, dropping his gaze to the space between my legs. He ran his fingers over my sensitive wet flesh, spreading my labia so he could explore. The touch frustrated me only because I wanted him to fuck me already, but lord, it was so erotic. I’d never had anyone take their time getting to know my body like this, like he was trying to map the entirety of me and memorize every piece. When he pinched my clit and pulled, I made a noise somewhere between a yowl and a moan, and I curled off the bed, trying again to close my legs around him.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he said, holding me open for him. “And it’s all mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, tensing my arms to keep them above my head. I didn’t want him to stop, not now. I wanted to be good for him, only him, so good.

“Tell me it’s mine,” he commanded, that mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“It’s yours,” I complied, far too eager for my liking. “It’s all yours.”

“That’s right.” He leaned over me again, lining himself up at my entrance before surging home all in one thrust, all the way to the hilt.

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