Page 6 of Brutal Serpent

Catherine shook her head slightly, bending down to her needlework again and refusing to acknowledge what I said. This little defiance caused a surprising white-hot spark of anger, and I drove it down, my cock twitching as I moved one arm to the back of the sofa.

“Didn’t the Lord say to go forth and multiply,” I asked, my voice silky and smooth. I moved my thigh again, pressing it tightly against hers. She was trapped against the side of the couch, with nowhere else to go. I could tell she wanted to jump up and run away from me, but she was too bound by proper social decorum to do so.

Unluckily for her, I wasn’t bound by anything at all.

Except my thirst for revenge.

“He did,” she replied in a low voice, and then, almost inaudibly. “With agodlyman.”

Irritation sizzled across my skin.

When she was my wife, prudish little Catherine Wendover wouldn’t find it so amusing to talk back to her husband.

“Where’s Adam and Eve?” I said, indicating her needlework. “Didn’t they glory in their nakedness?”

Her face flushed even more, an interesting rose-pink that brightened her cheeks. “I beg of you to not speak vulgarly to me,” she said in a stilted voice.

“I’ll speak how I want to my future wife,” I said sharply, grabbing her hand and yanking her body toward mine, so tight that her full breasts were smashed against my arm. “Thisis what the serpent was telling Eve about.”

Catherine gave a little squeak and tried to pull away from me, but it was easy to overpower her, my cock hardening as the motion shook her thick head of red hair in my face. With my other hand I pulled my cock out of my pants. It was thick and hard. Apparently I would have no trouble wanting to breed my wife. She turned to me with big, frightened eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and I saw her little heartbeat pounding in her creamy throat. I jerked her closer and placed her resisting hand on my cock.

“This is a cock,” I said. “Yourjob is to pleasure it.”

I forced Catherine’s hand to surround my shaft as she tried to pull away. I wasn’t expecting my cock to be so painfully hard or what hearing her little distressed noises would do to me. I pried each finger apart and then wrapped my much bigger hand around her small one, forcing her fingers to go around my cock.

She squeaked in distress, shooting little alarmed glances at me, trying to use her other hand to pry herself out of my grip.

“Stop!” she hissed at me. “Let me go!”

But I had her tight, my big hand over hers, forcing her to pump up and down on my shaft.

“Like this,” I growled. “This is what you’re to do as my wife. This is your duty, Catherine.”

Her breathing was coming in quick little pants, and I could see the outline of her creamy chest through her simple dress, even the swell of each breast. My fingers itched to rip into her gown and rub my harsh fingers over her nipples, feel each perfectly-shaped breast in my hand.

Catherine’s attempts to pull away made her small hand close almost convulsively on my cock and I had to suppress a groan.

Fuck.

I hadn’t been planning on actually coming in the middle of her parents’ drawing room. But I didn’t think I could stop myself.

Her breasts were pressed against me, and she began kicking my shins, trying to get me to release her. I could feel the taut tip of her nipple against my forearm, my release coiling at the base of my spine.

Just a few more seconds. Then I’d pull away, let her go. The Wendovers were desperate, but seeing their daughter’s suitor forcing her to stroke his cock might be the one thing that could prevent the marriage and my revenge.

But I couldn’t make myself stop. I couldn’t make myself pull away from her.

Suddenly Catherine’s hand darted toward to her embroidery, her clever fingers closing over the sharp needle.

She turned with it clutched in her fingers to stab me. But I was faster, and with my other hand I reached over and grabbed the needle from her fingers, twisting her hand and throwing the needle in the corner.

“Foolish girl,” I snarled, tightening my grip and making her yelp. “Don’t make me angry.”

She glared resentfully at me, biting her bottom lip. Her lips were full and pink, and the little bite marks on her full lip made me clench my other hand into a fist to keep myself from ripping up her skirt and taking her right here on the couch in the middle of London visiting hours.

My released pressed urgently at me, precum beading the tip of my cock, and I grabbed her skirts with my free hand, cupping my cock, and then I released into the silky-soft fabric. My release was hot and hard, and I had to grip the side of the chair with my fist as hard as I could to suppress my deep groan. My cum filled her dress, spurting in ropes all down the front, soaking through so I could feel the skin of her thigh underneath.

She looked frozen in shock, both pink lips open.

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