Binding Rose: A Dark Mafia Romance(75)

He smirks.

“I didn’t.”

“What changed your mind?”

“You.”

And before I have time to process his admission, he crashes his mouth on mine.

His hand falls from my chin and onto my throat as his tongue wrestles for dominance with mine. As always, I let him own my mouth with his sinful kiss and let the wave of desire run through me. His fingers meet my wet slit and play with my sensitive nub until I’m panting into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans, his bulging cock pressed up against my ass cheeks. “Look at what you do to me.”

The accusation falls flat on the floor with the way he plunges into my hot core with his digits, determined to make me cum on his hand. If I have any effect on this man, then it pales in comparison to the one he has on me. He plays my body like a fiddle, and in turn, it shows him how greedy it always is to sing the song he alone wants to hear. His kiss is as deadly as his deft fingers, and before I know what’s happening, my body spasms on his lap as I wail out my climax for him to swallow down.

He pushes me to the floor, my euphoria breaking the fall, as I watch him unzip his pants and stroke his cock in my face.

“Put it in your mouth, acushla. Feel what you do to me just from one fucking kiss.”

I don’t hesitate and go to my knees to suck on his cock. His hand goes back to my throat, squeezing it to the point that my airway is constricted by both the force of his grip on my windpipe and his cock pounding away down it.

“Play with your pussy, wife. Show me just what a little whore I’m married to.”

I do as he says, opening my thighs wide enough so that my hand can slip in between them and play with myself. My sensitive core drips on my fingers as I continue to suck at my husband’s cock like my life depends on it. Tiernan wraps my hair around his wrist, while his other hand continues adding pressure to my throat. The stimulation coming from all sides is just too much, and being deprived of air only seems to heighten my other senses.

“Are you fucking yourself good and proper now, wife? Are you imagining that your fingers are my tongue lapping at your cunt, cleaning the cum your lovers left inside of you?”

Virgen.

“Is that what you want? To be fucked by all of us at the same time? To have all your holes filled and still beg for more?”

I can’t.

I can’t.

I can’t breathe.

I’m not sure if it’s Tiernan’s filthy imagination or his cock ramming down my throat as his hand constricts my airflow completely, but somehow, against all odds, I cum, almost blacking out as my body is ripped in two.

Tiernan follows right behind me, loosening his hold on me just enough for me to swallow his essence. And after he’s made sure there isn’t a drop left, he lets me go with brutish force. I fall back on my hands and knees, frantically trying to gasp air into my lungs and calm my rapid heartbeat.

Through my peripheral vision, I watch my husband slide his cock back into his pants, fix his cufflinks, and stand up straight, like what just happened between us was the most mundane thing he’s ever experienced. He picks up his suit jacket and puts it on, bypassing me on the floor and heading towards the door.

“As per our agreement, I’ll be home for dinner around eight.”

And without further word, he turns his back and leaves, while I’m still battling for air and some sort of composure to come to me. On shaky knees, I use the armchair he was sitting in to pull myself up. I walk over to the bathroom, hoping that a long shower will relax all my abused limbs, when I catch my reflection in the mirror.

In large red letters, the word SLUT is written on my chest.

The parting gift my husband left me after he made sure he had corrupted my soul.





I spend the rest of the day back in Tiernan’s apartment, sleeping off all the ways my body had been used and abused in the apartment just a few floors below this one. Thankfully, I wake up a couple of hours before I have to go to the kitchen and prepare a meal for the dinner date with my husband.

After all he’s done to me, I should poison him and be done with it.

But just as the murderous thought enters my head, I banish it away.

Even though he’s cold and ruthless, I couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t exist. Maybe I’m being na?ve, or just downright stupid, but Tiernan brings out something in me that I never knew was there. A flame that burns so bright, that I fear one day I’ll be consumed by it and turn to ash.

Logic tells me I shouldn’t feel this way. That even Icarus perished by trying to fly too close to the sun. But logic and sense had no hand in the deal I made with him either, so I fear I’m no longer capable of rational thought when it pertains to my husband.

After I’ve made sure the birria de chivo is up to par, I put on a sleek white sleeveless dress and put my hair up to accentuate my long neck. I know it’s not exactly proper attire to be wearing for dinner at home, but I doubt I’ll ever use it on an actual dinner date to a fancy restaurant. Tiernan is perfectly content to keep me under lock and key.

After finding some matches to set-up the candlelight dinner I’ve prepared, I stand back and admire my handiwork, fully knowing Tiernan will disapprove of the romantic setting.

Let him.

This is more for me than it is for him.

I wasn’t lying when I said I was tired of eating my meals alone. Back home, even when everyone was running around busy with their lives, we always made it a point to have at least one meal together. I miss that familial comradery more than I want to be wooed by my husband.