Page 69 of Precious Hazard

Utter a monster’s name and you’re left in ruin. And he gets to walk away with a piece of you.

“No,” I choke out.You’ve always been and will always be a villain in my story, DeVille. There’s no way I’ll allow you to steal from me. Not my soul. And definitely not my heart.

Anger. Frustration. Torment.

Anger sweeps through me with yet another bout of her defiance. She’s being obstinate, stubborn without any logical reason to be.

Frustration grips me upon the realization that I’d do just about fucking anything to hear Tara say my name again. I nearly goddamn combusted the first time it left her lips. I want—no, need—her to speak it. I’m sick to death of this “DeVille” bullshit.

And the torment of the pure agony of viselike pressure in my dick. The poor bastard is harder than fucking steel, ready to burst because of the insatiable need to be buried inside my wife’s heat.

Fucking awesome. All three emotions are raging within me. I try to remain calm, to keep my careful composure intact. All while cursing her once more for scrambling my brain. Turning me into a stark raving lunatic. The more she denies me, the more I want whatever she’s withholding. But the truly nutty thing about this is that I fucking enjoy the yearning. Crave the longing for what I can’t have.

“I promise that you will.” Smiling, I lean closer, licking the edge of her earlobe. “You’ll scream it for me,gattina.”

I plunge my finger into her pussy on her next breath.

The sharp inhale, and then the moan that leaves her… Oh fuck, I could come just from hearing that soft, plaintive sound.My thumb finds her clit, and I start rubbing that sweet bud in slow circles, all while soaking up the sight of her.

Tara’s head is thrown back, her lids half-closed. That gorgeous hair of hers cascades down her back. Her strawberry scent completely engulfs me, driving me utterly insane.

I must possess her.

Must make her mine.

I need… I need to see her unravel.

For me. Only for me.

Her breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths, rapidly increasing in tempo as I press harder on her clit. I push my finger deeper inside her pussy, gently caressing those inner walls. She’s so damn tight. So damn beautiful in her rapture. I’m holding on by a most fragile thread.

My entire hand is already drenched in her tempting juices. I want to taste them, but I can’t. Not yet. I need to torture her a bit more, just as she’s been tormenting me. For weeks. Months, really. This woman has a talent for getting under my skin.

I move my free hand to her delicate neck, wrapping my palm around her throat. I don’t squeeze, just hold her lightly, letting her ride my finger like a woman possessed. I can feel every quick draw of her breath and her racing pulse beneath my fingers. It’s fast. So fucking fast. And her pussy is quivering.

With her eyes half-open, she’s glaring at me. A blend of fury and elation gripping her features. It’s clear as day, she detests that I’m the one who’s bringing her this pleasure, but neither can she deny wanting more of it.

“My name,” I growl, pulling my finger out, only to push it hard and deep inside her again. “Say it, Tara.”

“Satan.” The word gets muffled by her moan as I thrust my finger as far as I can.

Stubborn, willful little creature.

Too damn pigheaded to admit to whom she belongs.

“I’m going to make you come… so hard”—my hold on her neck tightens—“that everyone within a mile of us will hear your scream.” Grasping her chin, I tilt her head so she can fully look at me. “And I’ll do it using just one hand.”

“Not happening.”

There is so much annoyance in those green depths as she glares at me, our faces only inches apart.

“Watch me.” I smile, feeling the telltale tremble of her walls around my still-buried finger.

With my gaze locked on hers, I press right over the epicenter of her clit, right over where she’s the most sensitive. Simultaneously, I let my finger curve inside her pussy, finding that other special spot of hers.

A shrill mewl of pleasure explodes from her throat. The sound is almost my undoing. My cock is weeping in my pants. I’m so hard, it’s fucking painful.

I slide my thumb just a little lower, adding more pressure to her clit while her pussy continues to spasm around my finger. The satisfaction of seeing my wife fall apart in my hands because of the pleasure I gave her is only rivaled by the feel of her warm cum all over my palm. She can deny it, but the proof is indisputable. And watching her lost in rapture almost makes me blow my load. Holy shit, I’m so turned on and my dick isn’t even in her.

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