Page 102 of Jewel of the Assassin
I growl, voice low and dangerous, “Not a twitch.”
The vibrations from the toys intensify slightly, teasing her senses even as the bullets remind her of their stakes.
Another shot—grazing skin on the side of her shoulder. The warmth of blood blooming there is almost intoxicating.
“Roman!” she sobs, pain breaking through.
The spreader shocks her more, likely distracting her from the pain. Between it and the higher settings on the breast and pussy pumps, she shrieks, her thigh muscles clenching, a sweat coating her skin.
Before she can collect herself, I fire again—right between her thighs once more with burning precision.
“Fuck,” I growl, not because I missed, but because I nearly didn’t.
I step forward, savoring the delicious mix of fear and desire twisting in her trembling body. The cold chains bite, but beneath them, she arches toward me, betraying her raw hunger.
Her breath shudders, little gasps spilling out as blood trickles down the slope of her neck. “You’re an asshole,” she says, voice rough and vulnerable.
I grin—slow, wolfish—as I remove the pump and theclit sucker and trail my fingers along her slick folds, tracing heat and want.
“And you’redrenchedfor me.”
She lurches, a sharp hiss escaping her lips, utterly adorable in her defiance and surrender.
Fuck, I love the sight of her nipples in the pumps. Her arms squeeze as tightly as they can, a wince, then a moan in her throat. I’ve worked her into a frenzy. Goosebumps mingle with her sweat, and her feminine musk sends more heat, more blood surging to my cock. Just as blood has been drawn to her buds from the vacuum suckers sealed over her nipples, swelling them. I cock my head, admiring them and the blood trickling down her crown brand from where Iintentionallygrazed her.
I touch the site. She sobs from the pain. But I dip my finger in the blood, remove the suckers, and trail my finger along her engorged nipples. She hisses, taking in ragged breaths.
“So sensitive,” I murmur, rubbing her other nipple with the bloodied finger.
A flush spreads along her lithe throat and chest. Her breasts are heavy and full for me. I knead them, palms rasping against her fat nipples. She gasps before whimpering in need. I take her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and give a tender pinch.
Valentina burns her eyes against mine. “You’re a sick, twisted fuck, moy muzh.”
“Cannot argue with the evidence.” I lower my head and take a nipple, teeth scraping, then nipping.
I press a button on the spreader, and she flinches as it shocks her again. Her hands have balled into fists, white-knuckled.
“Oh, fuckinggoddamit, Roman!” My wife sobs. “Please let me move.”
With a devilish grin, I smear a drop of blood across the brand like a seal. “This is mine. You are mine,” I growl, pressing my palm to her chest. “Every beat of your heart, every drop of your blood—it all answers to me.” I lean in, close enough for her to feel theheat of my breath. “If it takes pain to remind you…I’ll draw blood every damn day.”
After she drags in desperate pants, I undo all the shackles but for the wrists. When she arches her neck, presenting her throat so beautifully, my cock throbs more. I take out my raging erection, then lift her to straddle me. She trembles.
“Roman!” she shrieks when I slam inside her, groaning at that tight, little pussy wrapped around me, sucking my cock like a goddamn vice. So hot from the pump. She clenches her inner muscles, betraying telltale pulses.
Oh, no, she doesn’t. I bite her nipple again, preventing her from coming.
“No.” Her voice cracks in protest.
I pound into her, every thrust activating the spreader shocks until she’s clenching her teeth around every gasp.
Gripping her throat, I growl the command, “Eyes on me, Moya Samotsvet. Or I’ll leave you here with the spreader shocking you the whole time.”
She locks eyes with me, those amethysts so watery, so lovely from the tears wetting her cheeks. I don’t stop fucking her. Long, slow, deep movements. God, she’s clamping around me so tight, her inner muscles squeezing, then loosening, and tightening again. Tormenting me. Fucking killing me.
Her pretty breasts bounce against my chest, so warm and supple, the inflamed rosebud nipples rasping against my muscles.
I pick up the gun. She blew across the barrel. Now, she will do more. “Suck,” I command her, placing the barrel in her mouth.
