Page 63 of Vicious Heir

I gasp in alarm. A thrill runs into my core. Spanking me is bad enough, but sliding his big dick into my throat? A sick part of me wants him to do it, too. I want him to grab my hair and push me down so I can hear that masculine growl of bliss as I gag and swallow him whole.

“Do you understand me,wife?” he whispers. The emphasis he puts on that last word is like heaven. It’s like desire wrapped in velvet. I want to luxuriate in that word forever.

“No, I don’t think I do.” I stare at him and lick my lips. “Maybe you’ll have to show me.”

He leans forward and crushes his mouth against mine.

Oh, fuck.

I sink into the kiss. Heaven assaults me. Hell threatens to drag me down. I’d happily burn with the other sinners if it meant living a life like this. Right here in this monster’s arms. Adriano’s a killer. He’s a thief and a criminal. He’s brutality, monstrosity, everything I should hate.

And all I can do is want him.

His tongue invades my mouth. His taste floods my senses. I cling to him, drowning for more. His growl of want is better than any drug. The second I hear it, I need even more. I want a chorus of that noise. I want to drill his pleasured moans straight into my brain. I could die listening to that sound.

I shimmy back and drop to my knees. His eyes are like fire as he unclasps his trousers with one hand and teases my mouth with his thumb. I watch him, greedy and impatient. I lick at his nail and suck his fingers. Finally, he lifts his hips, and I help him tug the pants loose, only to pull off his black boxer briefs too.

Then he’s there, thick with wanting. I take him in my hand, and god, he’s so fucking hard. His grip in my hair tightens as I open my mouth. A thin line of spit drips from my tongue and touches the tip of him, right in the little slit.

“You filthy girl,” he says, biting his lower lip. “You’re drooling for me.”

“I’m only anticipating my punishment.”

“You’re not supposed to like it.” He grips his cock at the root and moves my face down toward his tip. “But I’ll make an exception in your case.”

I open my mouth, whimpering as he slides into my lips.

Salty and sweet. I lick the precum and let him guide me down deeper. There’s that moan again: low and throaty, like a wolf in heat. I moan as my spit slides down his shaft and gets him messy. Deeper and deeper, and it finally makes me gag, but I’m determined to hear that sound again. I suck him, pulling back, going with his fist as he guides me.

It’s filthy. It’s all kinds of wrong. But none of that matters to the pure orchestral bliss of his growls, moans, and gasps. I suck faster, gagging, choking on his thick cock just like he wanted me to, stroking him with my hands as they get all messy and wet. I pull back suddenly, gasping for air, and stare into his eyes.

“I don’t feel punished yet,” I say, grinning wickedly.

His eyes flash darkly. “You want more?”

“I want you to show me how bad I’ve been.”

It’s like something finally clicks. I watch the leash slip away, and something dark takes hold. For a second, I wonder if maybe I’ve made a horrible mistake. But it’s too late. He moves so fast, like liquid grace, and suddenly he’s dragging me across the room to the couch against the far wall. He pins me face-down, one pillow jammed against my ear, his enormous weight behind me as he deftly wraps his belt around my wrists and binds them behind my back. I gasp in shock as he wrenches off my pants and rips off my panties, shoving my face tighter into the cushion as he roughly teases my pussy with his fingers.

“Look at you, filthy fucking girl,” he says, groaning with pleasure as he dips his fingers into my pussy. I gasp, arching into him, my heart racing. I’m bound and controlled, completely dominated and at his mercy. I don’t know how far he’s going to take this,and a sick part of me wants to find out exactly where the lines are.

Or if there evenareany lines at all.

“You’re dripping onto my palm like honey from a hive.” He grips my ass and dips his face down. He buries his mouth on my pussy from behind, licking me. It’s fucking filthy and incredible. “I learned something in life the hard way,” he whispers as he grips the belt at my wrists and plunges his fingers inside me again. “You can’t hate what you don’t love, at least a little bit. And right now, I want to worship you and make you fucking shatter. I want to break you, so you know how much I need you.”

“Then do it,” I moan.

He slips his fingers from my pussy and spanks my bare ass hard. It’s a loudcrack,leaving a red welt and wet marks from my own arousal. Then he buries those fingers in my mouth, making me suck them clean before lifting my hips up in the air.

His cock fills me to the brim in one hard thrust.

I gasp, arching. My brain stutters and breaks for one incredible instant. All my life hangs in the balance of that moment. All my regrets and failures melt away in the rough embrace of this monster as he fucks me like an animal, taking me from behind, slamming into me over and over as he whispers in my ears, telling me how beautiful I am and how that makes him want to ruin me even more.

I take him, pushing back along his shaft, willing myself to break. He pulls my hair and wraps one thick hand around my throat, pressing just hard enough to let me know it’s there. I feel him filling, stretching me, breaking me, his hard body like the fear of a thunderstorm. I can’t look away as he slams me down againstthe couch and fills me hard, the sweet lightness of his unhinged and unfiltered moans filling my brain like pure heroin, and that’s what finally wrecks me. It’s his pleasure and his want, how badly he needs me, how he’s slowly losing control too.

“Adriano,” I gasp, guiding my ass back against him harder. “Oh, my fucking god, Adriano.”

“Husband,” he says, grabbing my hair. “Call me your husband.”

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