The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(45)

“I can’t,” she mutters. “Why now? We already did this in there and—”

My grip on her throat tightens. “And it’s never fucking enough for me. I want to see you fall apart from my fingers every damn day for the rest of my life. I will never fucking have enough. Not here. Not anywhere. I want to imprint this image into my brain so I can enjoy it for the rest of my life.”

The blush on her face only grows, but I don’t care if she’s embarrassed by the idea of showing her most vulnerable parts.

I want all of her.

Not just the parts she’s willing to give.

I want every inch of her, even the parts she hates.

Even the parts she was taught to suppress.

The hunger. The defiance. The greed. The lust.

I want it all and more, so much fucking more.

So I circle my hand over hers and push down on her fingers until she touches her own clit right through her panties. The mirror fogs from her rapid breaths as I force her to play with herself, my dick getting harder and harder in my pants from the sheer sight of her unraveling right in front of me.

Still, her movements are rigid and not at all focused on the good spots, but I know she has them.

“C’mon, Jill. Show me what you can do,” I whisper in her ear, pressing my cock up against her ass. “Pleasure yourself for me.”

“I don’t think I can do it again,” she murmurs.

“Yes, you can,” I growl, still helping her. “You can come again and again and again …”

“When is it enough?” she whimpers.

“When I’ve had my fill,” I reply, and I quickly push aside her panties and shove her hand over her pussy. “Now show me what you like.”

“What I like?” she asks.

“Yeah …” I plant a soft but hungry kiss underneath her ear, only looking up to meet her gaze. “So I can do it to you when we get home. Unless you want me to do it again in front of your entire family?”

“No!” she says. “I’ll do it.”

She swallows again, her legs clenching as she starts rubbing herself.

Finally, she understands the message.

There is no denying me.

“Good. That’s it, bunny. Show me how good it feels.”

She swirls her finger around, her body erupting into goose bumps as she flicks her clit. Still, she looks like a statue, her fingers circling around with no control as she sighs out loud.

And it only makes me question her honesty more and more…

When she fake-moans, I grab her hand and stop her, looking her dead in the eyes. “Remember when I first touched you in your room?”

She nods.

“I asked you if you’d ever done this before, and you said yes.”

Her eyes widen.

“That was a lie, wasn’t it?”

She shakes her head, so I grab her ass and spank her hard.

“Don’t lie to me.”

I spank her again and again until she clenches her thighs and says, “Yes!”

I pause midair, glaring at her through the mirror. “Yes, what?”

“Yes … I lied.”

My God.

So I wasn’t just fucking dealing with a virgin.

I was playing with a girl who had never even played with herself before.

My fingers and my knife were the first to touch that beautiful pussy.

“You took my … first,” she says, blinking rapidly.

Her first … everything.

Fuck. I can’t believe it.

It’s too good to be true, but it is.

“Why did you lie?”

“I didn’t want to look weak,” she replies after a few seconds.

“You think you’re weak?” I growl, and I twist her around so we’re face-to-face, and I grab her chin. “You are not weak, Jill. You’re my wife.” I lift her chin up so she looks at me. “And I don’t marry weaklings.”

She bites her lip, defiantly … hungry, as if she’s begging me to take her. “Are you mad?”

“Mad?” A devilish smirk forms on my lips. Since when does she care about my feelings? “It can’t get any better than this.”

I lift her in my arms and set her down on the sink, ripping down her panties with ease. She squeals, but I cover her mouth with mine. I’m done waiting until she kisses me. I’m taking what’s mine now.

She doesn’t protest as I lick the seam of her lips to force my way inside and probe the roof of her mouth. My hands clutch her waist as I part her legs to move in closer and kiss her deeper, harder, faster. I can’t stop myself from ravaging her anymore, from groaning as I explore her mouth with my tongue and taste her on my lips. My dick almost bursts out of my pants just from this kiss, and I’m almost ready to pull it out and shove it straight into her.

But then I remember …

My own deepest, darkest wish.

I don’t just fucking want her.

I want her to fucking want me.

So I tear away from her lips and stare at her for a moment, at that beautiful round face, those precious eyes, and those pretty red lips begging for more. God, after waiting to have her for so long, I can barely control myself around her. Especially when she looks at me like she wants more of where that came from.