Page 63 of Ruthless Reign

C’mon, I couldn’t leave her like that. Her thighs quaked around my hand and her cheeks flushed, an enticing pink snaking over her chest and disappearing under her dress. I found that magic spot in her body and played with it while rubbing her clit with my palm until her internal muscles clamped around me.

“Go on,” I said. “Come for me, darling.Mia cara.”She clenched her fingers harder, digging her nails into my skin as she soaked my hand, but I kept going. I wouldn’t stop until she squirmed and begged for release.

Goddamn but she was beautiful like this, even more than normal. It went to my head and made me feel powerful, like I actually was a king and I could command entire legions in her honor.

When she came back to herself, I grinned and kissed her face until she reached down for my wrist to stop my fondling.

“Too sensitive?” I whispered to check in on her.

She nodded.

Humming my approval at her honesty, I stood and ran a hand over her cheek to brush hair away from her face.

“I love this shade of lipstick on you,” I said, rubbing a thumb over her bottom lip. “You know where it would look even better?”

“Where, sir?” She looked up at me with that beguiling mix of feistiness and sexiness that had driven me wild all these months.

“My cock.” I smirked and sat on the throne, unbuttoning one of my shirt cuffs so I could roll the sleeve up. She watched with rapt attention, gulping and swiping her tongue over her mouth. I did the same to the other sleeve, and once my arms were free to move easier, I nodded down to my lap. “Go on then. I’m going to watch this show and you’re going to keep my dick warm.” She started to scoot forward on her knees, but I held up a finger and tsked through my teeth. “Crawl.”

Julia took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled with a sigh, leaning onto her hands so she could come closer. Fuck, the sight of her literally crawling on my command made me so hard, I had to adjust my hips in my seat. She was beautiful, so regal, in her submission. It electrified my blood, made me burn from the inside out.

When she got to the edge of the throne, she sat back on her haunches and looked up at me while she undid the button on my pants with her dainty hands. I ran the finger that had just been inside her beautiful cunt over my mouth, smelling and tastingher,and watched her pull down the zipper to take out my dick with a sly little grin.

“Kiss it,” I said, leaning into the lord role-play. She’d marked this as acceptable, so unless she said her safeword, I kept going. “Worship it. Worship me.”

She held my dick in one hand and kissed the length of it, pressing her tender lips from root to tip and back down again, leaving red lip marks all over me. When she nuzzled her nose against me to deepen her attention, I couldn’t help the groan that barreled out of my chest. The hot, desperate sensation shot down my legs and up the back of my torso, nearly curling my fingertips.

“That’s such a good girl,” I said, holding the base to angle it inside her mouth. “Now, do what you were made for.”

She wrapped her mouth around me and sucked.

I groaned and leaned my head on the back of the throne while she held me there, running her tongue on the underside, over the length of me. When she got to a part that felt amazing, I grabbed her head and held her still, sinking my fingers into her hair. She liked that the most—when I was rough with her, when I manhandled her like the overbearing piece of shit I was.

“There ya go,” I murmured, relishing the sight of her lipstick smearing on her chin and leaving red streaks on my dick. “My good little whore wife. You like being nothing more than a cum hole for me, don’t you?”

She moaned, the vibrations shooting right through me and into my balls. Fuck, I loved that, and I watched as she worked me. Perhaps getting too excited herself, she put her fingers between her legs and rubbed at her clit, but I couldn’t have that. I didn’t want her to come again until I told her to, until I gave her permission.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I said. “Don’t you dare touch my cunt. OnlyIget to play with that tonight. Hands where I can see them,amore.”

She froze and glanced up at me, looking too damned cute with that confused expression and my dick in her mouth. But I didn’t push the issue. Yeah, I’d called her my love. I’d done it on purpose.

On that night when those fucking traitors broke into my house to defile her, it had taken me five minutes between when she’d called Leo and when I made it to my house. It felt like a damned century because I’d thought I’d lost her. I’d thought Gabriella had gotten to her, that Stallion would kill her, that she’d been abducted and would be gone forever.

The very notion left a hole in my heart. It terrified me more than it should, more than I ever thought it would.

Tonight would be about more than dominance and submission. I wanted to show her how much her affection meantto me. This may have started as pretend, but it had become so much more to me. I suddenly couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without her, and waking up with her in my bed these last few weeks had settled in my bones permanently. I wanted her, and I would always want her, and nothing would ever change that. I’d come to accept it in a way I never thought possible.

Of course, I wasn’t sure if she felt the same. So I planned to make a show, test the waters, and see how she reacted. We were already married, so what was the worst that could happen?

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JULIA

Amore?

I kept his cock in my mouth while I put my hands on his thighs, determined to follow his directions. Sinking into this role-play had always excited me, and a thrill shot into my lower stomach. My thighs clenched, determined to relieve the friction he wouldn’t let me handle myself. My clit throbbed, angry and swollen from both his attention and now the lack of it. All the while, that word spun in my head.

Amore. Amore. Amore.

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