Page 59 of Deviant

My lie.

Both had contributed to the beginning of us. But that had been before we’d gone through hell and back to get to this night.

Now he wanted to fucking ruin it.

I blinked a few times, holding back the bitter drops that wanted to fall off my lashes. I didn’t want to give him my tears. Not with this utter sense of betrayal coiling around my heart.

Rafe brushed his thumb back and forth underneath my eye as if picking up phantom tears of pain. “I won’t punish you on our wedding night, but tomorrow is another day.” His light touch along my cheekbone demanded I obey his rule. A single blink released the salty drops he craved, and he kissed each one from my cheeks.

“What is this, then?”

“A fantasy of mine. Will you trust me enough to give it to me?”

The gravity of his stare grounded me, and all of my fear evaporated. All the hurt and doubt. “I love you. I’ll trust you with anything.”

That seemed to be all the assurance he needed. He loosened his tie and yanked it from around his neck before pushing my wrists to my back. He imprisoned my body in the cage of his embrace as he bound my hands together. Satisfied that I couldn’t break free of my impromptu bonds, he stepped back a few inches and pulled something from his pocket. An O-ring gag dangled in front of my face.

“Open up.”

This wasn’t a punishment.

I had to remind myself of that as I parted my lips. He shoved the gag in, stretching my mouth wide, then fastened the strap around my head. His gaze shifted over my shoulder, most likely exchanging some sort of silent communication with Jax.

They relayed information like that, without words, much like Rafe and I did. Part of me hated it, was even jealous of the connection they had, because I was greedy and wanted Rafe all to myself.

“I needed an extra pair of hands for this, and there’s no one I trust more.” He locked eyes with me again. “He’s got my back, baby. Tonight, he has yours.” Rafe grabbed me by the chin. “He won’t do more than what I’ve given him permission to do.”

I tried shaking my head, despising how he’d left me incapable of speaking. In response, he tightened his hold on my jaw.

“On your knees, my beautiful wife.”

I hesitated a few seconds, silently pleading as drool escaped my gaping mouth. The fervor in his gaze catapulted me into surrender…into the blanketing comfort of his will. His voice might have been strong and commanding, his hold inescapable, but his eyes spit fervent flames.

He needed me as much as I needed him.

He neededthis.

This twisted fantasy he wanted to share with me. I dropped to my knees, and my pulse tapped a rapid beat at my collarbone. I watched Rafe settle onto the leather couch, his knees spread, feet planted on the floor shoulder-width apart. He unbuttoned his slacks and lowered the zipper.

“Come to me on your knees.”

I went to him on shaky limbs, and my knees caught on the front of my dress, causing me to face-plant in his lap. He gripped me by the head and shoved his cock into my mouth.

That’s when I realized he wanted me off-balance.

“Damn.” A groan escaped his tight mouth. “Even gagged, you blow me out of my fucking mind.” Holding me immobile, he tilted his hips and thrust between my spread lips.

I sensed Jax shifting behind me, and I jerked as his foot tried nudging my legs apart. Instinct took over, and I fought to keep my thighs closed.

With Rafe’s cock heavy on my tongue, he stalled his thrusts, hands a cradle of love around my face. “Spread them, babe.”

I blinked.

“It’s okay,” he said, thumb sweeping across my cheek. “He’s not going to touch you.”

Maybe not with his hands, but that paddle taunted from the back of my mind. I spread my knees, the position leaving me too vulnerable, too exposed to another man’s gaze.

But if I knew Jax at all, his attention wasn’t on me. It was no secret the man had some sort of attachment to my husband.

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