Page 72 of Blackbeard
“You heard me, princess,” Blackbeard said. Softly. But there was an undeniable edge to it.
I was pinned. Trapped. With the exquisite throb of his cock inside me, and his hands holding me in place. I couldn’t look away from him. Couldn’t escape the skin-to-skin contact.
This arranged marriage had been built on a foundation of lies in order to rope the Blackjacks into it from the very beginning. And lying during sex never made me flinch, let alone hesitate this long before.
But I found myself choking on the truth now.
I couldn’t allow myself toloveBlackbeard.
It had happened anyway though. I could feel the root of it, aching, in my chest. Spooling around my heart like the first green vine after a gray, barren winter that seemed eternal.
My throat grew tight and my skin felt prickly. I fought to take in a wheezing breath.
“Say it,” Blackbeard whispered, his mouth an inch away from touching mine. He wrapped his hand around my throat, smoothing his thumb over my pulse. The metal of his silver rings were cool, but his palm was warm, fingers resting beneath my jawline. “Go on.”
A heartbeat of silence filled the room.
I can’t,I thought.
If I said it, if I dared to let those words leave my lips, I knew they wouldn’t be a lie.
“Diego, we haven’t even been married two months yet—”
“So what?” he protested.
I floundered, fighting to think up a way out of this. The truth came spilling out before I could stop it.
“I don’t—I don’t know how.”
I'd been looking for love my whole life. In flings and hookups that were meaningless. Chased after my father’s approval, doing anything he asked of me in the hopes that one day he would see me—his daughter, his only child—instead of his damn club.
A sob welled up and my eyes burned with tears, but I blinked them back.
“I don’t know how,” I repeated, my voice cracking.
Blackbeard kissed me—gentle, but deep, all-consuming, until he filled my lungs with every breath. Gripping my hips, he guided my movements, slowly riding his cock, making me feel every inch.
“It’s okay, princess,” he murmured, his eyes soft and dark. “You’ll learn.”
I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies working together—his hips thrusting up to meet mine, his fingers caging my throat with enough pressure to make me giddy and light-headed. My orgasm wrapped around the base of my spine like a hot coil and tugged.
“Fucking gorgeous, mi vida,” Blackbeard growled. “Don’t stop. You’re close—”
I looped my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his, stealing a sloppy kiss. Blackbeard groaned into my mouth, cupping the back of my head.
“Right there, sweetheart, come for me,” he murmured.
I bit my lower lip and slammed down onto his cock with a slick sound. Circling and grinding my hips as sparks of pleasure radiated like bolts of lightning along every nerve.
Blackbeard locked an arm around my waist, crushing me against his chest. Thrusting up into me hard enough to make my thighs tremble and my body shudder.
I buried my face in his neck, teeth sinking into his skin with a moan as I tipped over the edge. I couldn’t get close enough, wishing I could interlock my rib cage with his, so we would never have to part.
Pleasure coursed through me in one wave after another with every thrust Blackbeard shoved into me. His cock twitched as he came, growling through gritted teeth. I could feel the strain in his body, the clench and release of his orgasm mirroring my own.
It felt endless. Muscles cramping—gasping for air—
Then it was over.
