Page 75 of The Merciless Don's Bride

She lets out a shaky laugh, “You’re an asshole, Damien.”

My hand cracks down against her ass, sharp and fast. She gasps, more surprise than pain.

“Say you understand, Cassie,” I prompt.

“I understand.”

“Good girl.”

I take myself in hand, hard and aching, and rub against her, just enough to feel her gasp again. the way she arches, trying to press back, nearly makes me lose it. I sink into her in one deep, hard thrust. She cries tout, sharp, breathless, clutching at the sheets as I start to move.

My rhythm is slow at first, deep. I want her to feel it. Every inch, every pulse. Her body tightens around me like she was made for this for me and I swear nothing’s ever felt this good.

I watch her fall apart under me again, her voice a string of broken moans and please. But I’m not gentle. I grip her hips tighter, thrust harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. She’s close, I can feel it. But I’m not done yet.

I pull out suddenly and she lets out a desperate moan.

No,” she pants, trying to reach back.

I flip her again, grab her thighs and drag her down the bed towards me. She’s flushed, wrecked and glaring at me like she’s ready for a fight. I lean in, tongue tracing the sweat at her throat.

“Did I say you could come?”

She shakes her head, breath caught in her throat.

“Exactly,” I whisper, before sliding inside her again, slow torturous.

Her nails dig into my shoulders and her mouth finds mine. It’s all too consuming. She moans into me as I start to thrust again, hard and relentless. Every time I drive into her, her whole body tenses, then melts, like I’m pulling her apart and putting her back together one thrust at a time.

“Look at you, mi vida,” I growl, biting down just below her jaw. “You take me so well.”

She whimpers, eyes rolling back but I don’t stop. I slow my hips, grinding deeper, knowing this is exactly what she needs. Knowing it’ll push her over the edge.

“Come for me sweetheart,” I state.

Her hands grip my shoulders like a lifeline while her body clenches around me as she cries out, her release crashing through her like a wave. Her back arches, thighs trembling, mouth open in a perfect O. I don’t stop moving, driving her through every second of it, drawing it out until she’s shaking under me.

And I then I let go as well.

My rhythm falters as I lose myself inside her, hips slamming hard one last time as I come with a grunt, hooding her thigh like I might break if I don’t. It’s hot, raw, dizzying, like the world narrows down to the feel of her wrapped around me and the sound of our hearts racing in sync.

I stay there, breathing hard against her skin, my body still half-draped over hers. She shifts underneath me after a minute, and I slide off. Cassie sits up so she’s looking over me, and the smile on her face is glorious.

“So, did I keep my promises?” I ask, my heart still pounding.

“That was… amazing,” she breathes, smiling lazy and satisfied.

“Good. Because I’m not done,” I say chuckling, low and dark.

She laughs when I climb over again. I lift her hands, pinning them above her head.

“There’s no way you’re ready to go again, old man,” she says teasingly.

“Don’t underestimate me, mi vida.“

Or should I say she shouldn’t underestimate just how much power she has over me? One look at her has my cock growing hard again. I kiss her once hard, before my lips start trailing downward, sucking on her neck, the valley of her breasts, before closing over one nipple. She looks at my cock like it’s about to break her in half. Her breath stutters.

“Damien, I can’t—there’s no way I can take more.”

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