Page 113 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

Anya gasped sharply, eyes wide, her whole body trembling from the bold, delicious intrusion.

She could only groan, low and needy, as his fingers slid inside her, moving in and out with exquisite slowness—each stroke driving her crazier with want. Her breaths hitched, throat tightening as a desperate moan escaped her lips, and she instinctively tried to grind her clit against the bed for a moment of relief.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His palm landed hard across the curve of her ass, sharp and stinging.

“Stay where you are!” Dante snapped, irritation flaring in his voice as she tried to find her own pleasure instead of letting him dominate every inch of her.

His hand spanked her fast and hard now, smacks echoing with every stroke, driving a mix of pain and overwhelming heat through her. Her cries broke free—tears stinging her eyes as frustration and aching mingled deep inside her.

“Only I get to pleasure your body,” he said coldly, voice dark and possessive. “You’re my wife, aren’t you? Let your husband please you. Don’t rub yourself against the bed.”

His grip on her back tightened like iron, fingers digging in as he wrapped an arm around her to pin her down, stopping every desperate wiggle and escape attempt.

He leaned close, breath hot against her ear as his teeth grazed her earlobe lightly.

“My cock is so fucking hard right now,” he murmured, voice rough, “I just want to ram you against every hard thing in this room and fuck your pussy raw.”

Anya’s mind swirled with that hungry promise, his dirty words, pain and pleasure blurring together.

He gave her no time to wonder. His hand slid back to her clit, fingers expertly teasing and stroking the delicate, swollen bud with slow, torturous patience.

“Your pussy is doing a very good job,” he muttered with satisfaction, eyes dark as he watched her juices drip down from her trembling hole, tracing the tip of her clit and soaking the sheets beneath her.

Anya whimpered, gasping and panting uncontrollably. Her ass cheeks burned fiercely from his spanking, every sting mixing with the sweet, constant pleasure of his gentle finger strokes.

“Ahhh… oh God… h-ahh… Dante…” she moaned, body trembling as the sensations crashed over her, fierce and consuming.

“Do you need to cum?” Dante growled, his voice low and beastly, filled with raw hunger that made Anya shiver.

“Y-yes,” she whimpered loudly, her breath shaky, eyes glazed with need.

“Ask me nicely,” he snapped, voice rough like a growl deep in his throat.

“P-please, Dante?” Anya begged through the thick fog of pain and pleasure swirling inside her. “Can you please make me cum now?”

Without a word, Dante lowered his head and ruthlessly bit down on the soft side of her neck, teeth sinking in just enough to send a sharp jolt through her.

“No,” he hissed, voice cold and merciless.

Anya’s body trembled uncontrollably, breath ragged and shallow. She was a wreck. Her ass burned fiercely from his relentless spanking, each smack still echoing on her skin. Her core throbbed desperately, swollen and slick, the thick fingers teasing, stroking, and curling inside her clit in an expert rhythm that made her head spin.

Every nerve screamed for release, every cell burning for permission to shatter into pleasure—but he held her tight, merciless and in control.

“Please, Dante,” she begged again, voice raw, soaked with desperation, eyes pleading for mercy.

She could feel the tension coiling higher inside her, a wild storm building. Just when the urge to convulse overwhelmed her, Dante suddenly pulled out, leaving her aching and gasping.

Without pause, he flipped her around, pressing her onto her back on the bed. Before she could catch her breath, he was on her again, his hard girth sliding deep inside her trembling heat with a powerful thrust.

At the same time, his mouth found her swollen, sensitive breasts, latching on with hungry lips and teeth that nipped and sucked fiercely.

His hand didn’t stop its cruel worship, returning to the slick red bud that was begging for attention. Fingers teased, circled, stroked—while his rod thrust relentlessly, pounding into her with a rough rhythm that stole her breath away.

Anya’s control shattered completely. Her foggy mind consumed by lust and desperate need. Her voice came out as a ragged plea, soaked with want and trembling desire.

“Suck them harder,” she begged, voice breaking in need, her body arching into his mouth, craving every rough, demanding touch.

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