Page 47 of The Mafia's Bride
“Fuck off,” she snipes, trying to slide away.
My hand closes around her throat, halting her.
“I told you not to touch yourself. That you’ll only find release with me when you admit that I’m your husband. That you’llstay.”
Her face pinches, her lips pressed into a frown. “Bite me, Alessio.”
“You already did that.”
“Then fuck off,” she retorts. “This marriage is a joke. Once I find a way out, I’m taking it.”
I laugh, but I’m not amused. “Get on your fucking knees, little menace,” I growl, pushing her down.
Her face is leveled with my hardened cock, pressing against my pants. She’s defiant but her eyes glaze over, subconsciously licking the seam of her mouth.
Her lips are bright red, painted the same shade they’ve always been.
Gone is the warmth from earlier, only fire raging in my limbs. A passion drowning me to the point where breath is hard to obtain and all logic has fled.
I need her, need her to want me the way I want her too badly to think straight.
“Take me out.”
She wrestles her head away, but my fist locks into her curls, holding her from moving. She’s feeling defiant.
“Now, Sloane. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Her nails curls into my thighs, halting me from bringing her closer. I grab her throat, angling her head back.
“I’ve already had a tough day, menace. Be the good slut I know you are, and unbutton my pants.”
She hesitates briefly, before the zipper is pulled down and my cock springs out, precum dripping from the end.
Sloane is not a wilting flower. Without prompting, her tongue licks the tip, and I have to steady myself against the wall. She’s barely touched me, but I feel like a live wire, ready to explode.
She can’t deny the connection between us, the marriage just shortening the time for it to develop.
“You’re going to open those pretty lips and I’m going to show you how your mouth should really be used.”
She swallows, a challenge lingering in her gaze.
“Make me.” She spits, leaning away, as if she can run.
This woman. She wants to be forced. Made to suck down my cock into that beautiful throat to the point of choking.
I can play this game. She’s had her adjustment time, now I need to finally own her in all ways that matter and remind her she’s mine.
But I don’t want this to be only about me.
Gripping her hair at the back of her skull, I force her face to my pelvis, giving just enough slack that she could move if she wanted.
“Open that fucking mouth, Sloane.”
She tries to fight me, pushing against my hold but I wretch her closer, my cock brushing her nose.
“Now,” I command, tightening my fist.
She gives me a hard glare but her lips part.
