Page 51 of Vicious Heir

But again, she says nothing, and this time I drag her from the wall. She stumbles after me into the living room where I yank down her pants and expose her sweet ass covered by a pair of those lacy black panties I remember unpacking. Her breath comes fast as I roughly bend her over the back of the couch and bring my hand down on her right cheek with a rough crack.

Her back arches in shock. She looks over her shoulder, mouth open in outrage. “Did you just fuckingspankme?”

I tighten my grip on her hair, making her groan. “You put yourself in danger.” Another spank, another.Crack. Crack. Her back arches and she stares in astonishment, like she can’t believe this is happening. “You risked your life to get a fucking drink. Next time, you will follow my rules.” Another spank. Another. Her ass is pink with my handprint. “You will tell my guard where you are going. You will make sure they’re protecting you if you have to leave the house. You will keep yourself safe because if you aren’t safe, then I can’t function.”

Another spank, a sick and beautifulcrackof palm on beautiful skin, but this time I cup her pussy and tease her with my fingers. I yank her panties down, exposing her dripping lips, and slide my fingers up and down. Fuck, she’s dripping wet, soaked with honey and dew.

“You can’t… function?” She’s staring at me like she can barely understand. Her eyes flutter like she’s taking her first shot of pure heroin. “I don’t get it.”

“You’re my wife,” I say, sinking my thick fingers inside her. I get them nice and wet, then I pull them out and shove them in her mouth. I make her suck them and lick her own juices. “You areminenow. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. To keep you satisfied. To make you melt over and over, until you can’t think of anything but my cock.”

Then I spank her again. She cries out, blinking rapidly. I give her half a second before I sink my fingers inside.

“Oh, fuck,” she says, spine arching. She pushes back. Greedy fucking girl. “That feels so good and bad at the same time.”

“Pleasure and pain.” I pull my fingers out, spank her, and sink them back in. “That’s right, baby. The hurt makes it sweeter. The hurt reminds you what you’re missing.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, pushing back into my hand.

“Look at you, so greedy.” I tug on her hair and lean forward. “Tell me you’re a greedy slut for me.”

“No,” she moans.

“Say it, baby. Tell me you’re a greedy fucking slut and I’ll spank you again.”

“Adriano,” she whimpers, mouth open. “Kiss me. Please kiss me.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a greedy fucking slut.”

I bury her mouth with mine. My tongue invades her lips as I sink my fingers in and fuck her pussy. I control her, dominate her, own her and use her, and fuck, my blood sings for her. She’s wine at midnight, she’s whiskey in the morning, she’s every good mistake I’ve ever made, and everything that’ll break me.

And I want her. God, I want her. I spank her again, roughly, hard, making her gasp, and this time I unbuckle myself and slip my cock free.

She’s drooling now. Dancing right on the edge. And I can’t help myself.

“Beg,” I command, stroking my cock. I hold one of her wrists behind her back. Her legs are spread. Her firm ass is bright red. There’s going to be a bruise tomorrow. I can’t wait to see it.

“Fuck me,” she groans. “I’m a needy, greedy slut. Fuck me, Adriano, fuck me, fill me and fuck me.”

I pull her hair and slide my cock into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise as I make her suck my cock. It gets nice and wet with her drool, and only after I’ve used her mouth, and gotten myself nice and soaked, do I finally sink myself into her pussy.

She immediately grinds back into me, wanting to take every inch.

We’re a rough and sweaty mess. I fuck her deep, not holding back, and she’s aching for it. I feel her pulsing around my cock. She bucks back, driving me deeper and deeper, and I lean against her finding the rhythm. She’s nightmares, she’s wet dreams. I could lose myself in her forever if I wanted, and that scares me.

I drive myself deeper, mindless with need.

“Oh my god, Adriano,” she says, moving back. I kiss her over her shoulder. Her mouth tastes like melons and tea. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Come for me, you beautiful little slut. You look so perfect. Come for me now and let it all go.”

She shivers, eyes rolling back as I drive into her over and over again, one hand slipping up her top to roughly tease her breasts, until she finally loses it. Her triggers pull as she comes on my dick, every muscle in her body contracting. There is nothing sexier than watching her orgasm, and it finally drives me over the edge too. I grip her hips and thrust deeper and deeper before I finish in hard, bliss-filled spurts, heaven rolling down my spine, the orgasm hitting me from toes to skull and back down again.

There’s a moment after we’re both finished. The house is dead quiet. I can only hear her breathing. I pull her against me and hold her tight, her back against my chest, my half-hard cock against her lower back. I wrap my arms around her and breathe in the smell of her hair, and I wonder if I could stay just like this for hours. If I could forget about all my other responsibilities, about the Marino Famiglia, about the Canadian smuggling operation and the hedge fund, about everything but her.

And it terrifies me, deep down into my core.

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