The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(24)

“Up,” he says, his voice dark, heady, like he’s both angered and lusty at the same time, and I recognize the feeling all too well.

As I stand again, he stares me down, only to move to his drawer. He pulls out a rope, which makes me swallow. My eyes search the cabinet, hoping to find anything I can use to defend myself if I need to. A letter opener. And I can’t stop looking at it, hovering closer, and closer, and closer, my body trembling with every inch as I reach for it and— BANG!

I tense up and stop all motion as the bullet grazes the cabinet, flicking the letter opener off, leaving smoke and a burnt edge of wood in its wake. When my eyes find Luca’s again, they are filled with amusement.

“You want me to be rough?” he growls. “You got it.” He tucks the gun back into his pocket and waltzes toward me like it was no big deal he shot a gun mere inches away from me.

He pulls a long bar with straps from the drawer and comes closer, bending over right in front of me.

“Spread.”

He tugs my legs apart and secures the straps around my ankles while I’m frozen in place. Next, he throws a bunch of ropes around my waist and wrists. It doesn’t process with me what he’s doing until it’s too late. Until he’s tied up my wrists and my belly and attached it to a pulley from the ceiling hooks.

“What are you doing?” I mutter.

Without warning, he tugs the rope, and I shriek when it lifts me into the air. He ties the rope around two hooks, securing my body so my wrists are above my head, my waist is locked in place, and my legs are spread far apart while I hang parallel from the ceiling.



Luca



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I look up at her dangling from the ceiling, her legs spread wide, exactly how I like it.

It’s not the first time I’ve tied a girl up. I’ve always enjoyed trying out the extremes, see how far I can go and how far they can bend …

But none of those times were with Jill, and I have to admit it’s beyond thrilling to see her like this.

Tied up and slowly spinning while every orifice is open to me and ready for the taking.

I circle around her to take a look from every angle, taking in the view to memorize it fully for my spank bank. I’ve never seen a more appetizing sight than this one, not even in all the fantasies I had about her, and I’ve had plenty.

So many, in fact, that I lost count of the number of girls I fucked and pretended were her.

But now she’s here, in the flesh, completely naked and left for me to enjoy like the spoils of a long-drawn-out war.

And I will enjoy her body thoroughly.

My hand slides across her belly, and she twitches in place.

“What is this? I didn’t agree to this,” she murmurs as my hand slides farther up her body until they meet her tits, and she sucks in a breath when I grab one of them.

“This? This is my filthy, dirty fantasy come to life, Jill,” I reply, squeezing her tit until she gasps. “And you did agree. Remember what you said? Everything and anything I want. And I’ll enjoy every single second of that promise as if it was my last.”

“You’re insane,” she hisses.

I grab both her nipples and pinch them until she squeals, the sound like music to my ears.

“No, just obsessed,” I reply.

“With what? Revenge?” she quips. “Because I get it already. You hate me.”

“No …” I say, and I release her nipples only to slide slowly across her navel and down between her legs. “With you.”

Her cheeks turn red with desire as I swipe my hand along her pussy and spread her juices all over. “And I think you’re only lying to yourself when you say you’re not as equally obsessed with me,” I add. “But we’ll get there.”

When I stick a wet finger inside her, she mewls, and it makes me pause.

Of all the groans and moans I’ve heard in my life, this wasn’t one I expected to come from her mouth. So sensitive.

Too sensitive.

And for some reason, my mind instantly goes to the moment she saw my cock for the very first time. I was distracted by how delicious she looked with that collar around her neck and that mouth begging me to fuck it raw, but now that I think of it …

Her eyes widened.

And she was clearly inexperienced.

I pull my finger out of her, and her body immediately relaxes. But one single touch of her clit makes her whole body bob up and down even though I’ve touched her before.

I pause as it hits me.

Good God.

“Jill …” I clutch her leg and spin her around to face me. “Are you a virgin?”

Her pupils dilate as her lips part. “No. No, I’m not.”

My eyes narrow. “Hmm …” I don’t believe one single word. “Why don’t you prove it to me?”

“How?” she asks. “I swear, I’m not.”

I spin her around again before she can say anything else to spoil the mood. Whether it’s the truth or not, I’m taking what’s mine, and I’ll make her tell the truth.

“I’ll find out,” I say, grasping both her thighs as she looks up to see what I’m doing. “One way or another.”

And I dive between her legs and press a kiss to her sweet pussy.

“What are you doing? Oh my God, I—”