The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(23)

Fuck. No. Don’t ever go there.

Suddenly, he bends me over, shoving my face down onto the glass as he lifts my ass up in the sky. “Now let me have a taste.”

A shriek is choked in the back of my throat as he rips off my panties, the last thing standing between us. Now I’m fully naked and exposed in front of the window overlooking the parking lot. But it all stops mattering the second he swipes his index finger down, circling my clit before sliding back up along my entrance again, taking with him ample amounts of wetness. Fuck.

“You’re already wet,” he murmurs, and when I look over my shoulder, he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks on it.

And oh my God, the sight of him casually licking his finger while staring at me starts a fire in me that I don’t know how to put out. The mischievous look on his face doesn’t help at all, especially since the way he looks at me hasn’t changed one bit. No wonder I had so much trouble fighting him off when he first came into my room and did … this.

A blush spreads on my cheeks, and I quickly look away before I make it any more difficult for myself.

“What’s wrong, Jill?” he asks, and a sudden jerk on the leash around my neck has me looking up right into his eyes through the reflection in the window. “Scared you might start to remember how good it felt when I touched you?”

“Never,” I respond.

He groans, grasping my thighs, and I hear a zipper going down. “Guess I’ll have to fuck your moans right out of you.”

Something hard pushes up against my entrance with a warm tip, and all my alarm bells go off.

I swiftly spin on my heels and go to my knees right before he enters me.

His muscles clench as I face his giant dick again, the rings bouncing up and down along with his length as I look up at him.

“What’s this?” he growls.

“I’ll suck,” I say. “Just like before.”

His eyes narrow, and he steps away, zipping up again. Clutching my leash, he pulls me with him. “I think the fuck not. You’re trying to avoid being fucked, aren’t you?”

I shake my head, but it doesn’t seem to faze him as he pulls me along by my leash to the middle of the bedroom.

“Please,” I mutter, hoping I can still fix this, but it only eggs him on more, judging from the insufferable smirk on his face.

“It’s still our wedding night, Jill. And your wifely duties don’t end with your mouth around my dick,” he muses as he tugs at the leash to tilt my head up. “Stand.”

I do what he says even though it’s humiliating to stand here in the nude in front of him. But when he releases the leash to step back and look at me for a moment, the blush is right back on my face. He bites his lip while taking ample time to gaze at every inch of my body like he’s trying to engrave it onto his brain.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbles under his breath.

Fuck. Why can’t I stop this blush from turning my cheeks red?

I wish I could say those words do nothing for me. But I’d be a liar.

No one has ever said the words he says to me or treated me the way he has.

And I must always remember that.

“What do you want, Luca?” I ask.

He stares at me, his eyes haunted with questions I don’t know the answers to. “You know what I want.” He taps his lips with his index finger. “Kiss. Me.”

I shudder from the thought. Not because I’m repulsed by the idea, but because it goes against every fiber of my being to show him an ounce of affection.

I know what his kisses can do.

I’ve felt it firsthand.

But kissing him back? That means love. And I don’t dish that out easily.

“No.”

His brow rises. “It’s just a kiss.”

“It’s never just a kiss,” I rebuke. “I will never want you.”

His jaw tenses, and his fingers tighten into a fist. “I don’t care if you want me,” he spits back. “All I care about is destroying your family and making the world mine.” He steps closer again, planting a single finger underneath my chin to make me look up into his eyes. “And if you don’t give me what I need, I might as well go grab someone else who might be more eager.”

His eyes flicker with greed, and I don’t have to ask to know what he’s thinking.

The one thing that escaped his grasp.

My sister.





Chapter 10





Jill



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Tears well up in my eyes. “No.”

He wouldn’t.

But the dead serious look on his face tells me differently.

I immediately sink to my knees with my hands locked in front of me like a beggar. “Please don’t take anyone else … I’ll do it.”

He tilts his head and moves his shoe closer to my body. “Do what?” he rasps.

“Everything. Anything you want.” It comes out in a single breath and stings like a knife to the heart. But what other choice do I have? “I give in.”

It’s silent for a moment as I stare at his shiny black shoe, wondering where the hell he’s been that’s made him so enraged. Because there is clearly more behind all of this than he’d ever tell me.

But maybe, if I give in, he’ll slowly show me more of his weaknesses, allowing me to take advantage.