The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(72)

“No one but me has fucked this pussy,” I say, thrusting in and out while she’s on the verge of exploding.

When she finally comes, I pounce down on her and grab both her hands, pinning them above her head so she can’t hide that beautiful, orgasmic face of hers.

“And no one but me has made you come before.”

Knowing it’s true makes me feel invincible.

But saying it out loud makes me feel like a fucking god.

The face she makes sends me over the edge, and I come right along with her, busting a nut inside this filthy little pussy that’s all mine.

“Yes,” she murmurs, still riding that sweet wave of bliss. “God, yes.”

It’s the sound of approval. Of my woman completely and utterly satisfied. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring a grin to my face.

I lift her in my arms, and she squeals almost in delight, leaving behind her clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“Fucking you the way you should be fucked,” I growl. “And I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

I carry her back to my bedroom. Our playroom. Where I throw her on the bed and grab a new chain from my drawer. The mere sight makes her eyes widen. The other one is still attached to my bed, so I take it off and chuck it in the corner.

“I thought you wouldn’t—”

I crawl on the bed and press my finger onto her lips. “I told you who I am … what I do …” I tie it around her collar and lock her to the bed, just like before, but this time I don’t intend to leave. “You asked for this. Begged me to show you what it’s like … What it means when I make love.”

I grab her legs, cuffing her ankles to each corner of the bed. She eyes me with mistrust, but she doesn’t protest as I crawl on top of her, grab her hands, and pin them to the bed, where there are more hidden cuffs that I tie around her wrists.

“Are you scared of me, bunny?” I ask, the fear in her eyes making my cock bounce and glisten with pre-cum.

“I’m only scared of what happens if I say no …” she says, her voice as daring as the look in her eyes.

Because she knows damn well I’m not tying her up to keep her from running.

I’m tying her up because it brings out the beast inside me.

I slide off the bed and watch as she wriggles around in the bed, trying to hide her unease.

But nothing evades my eye.

And it definitely doesn’t elude my cock either as I fish something else out of the drawer.

Another gleaming, sharp knife.

Her eyes glimmer at the sight.

A devious smirk spreads on my lips before I crawl back on top of her again and point it at her nipples.

“Scared now?” I ask.

She shakes her head, but the goose bumps covering her skin tell me the truth.

“You won’t kill me,” she whispers.

I draw the same heart shape I made when we were young on her chest. “You’re right … I won’t …” I puncture her skin until it bleeds. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you bleed.”

I dive in and suck the blood off her chest, drawing a line all the way down to her navel with just my tongue. My blade follows the same path, slipping down to her pussy where I draw a circle around her clit, before shoving the handle of the knife inside again.

She gasps as I dive down between her legs—the blade still perched up between her pussy—and start to lick her clit until it grows again.

“Oh God …” she mewls.

“Luca is good enough,” I murmur, applying ample licks and kisses until she’s writhing around on the bed.

Her breathing is growing more and more unhinged as I suck and circle her clit with my tongue, all while thrusting the handle of the knife inside her.

“Fuck,” she moans.

Her clit throbs against my tongue, and I greedily pull out the knife and lap up her wetness. The harder I lick, the more she begins to writhe underneath me until finally she explodes and gushes against my mouth. The sounds she’s producing make it so fucking hard to stop myself from coming all over the damn sheets.

I quickly slide up and cover her mouth with mine, letting her have a taste of her own sweet juices. “See how good you taste?” I murmur.

I lean back up and thrust into her when she least expects it so I can see that same o-shaped mouth again that I love so much. And with my hands on her throat, I fuck her hard and fast, leaving no room for pause.

With her, I’m like a goddamn beast, and I wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.

All I want is to fuck her until she comes again and again and again, slathering her in my own cum over and over until I’m spent, and we’re both out of air.

Inside her, on top of her, cover her pussy, her tits, her mouth, her face.

I want her to drown in me the way I’ve drowned in her.

And if that makes me a fucking monster, then so be it.

At least this monster loves her like no one else ever fucking could.

“Do you like it when I bury myself inside you, bunny?” I groan, thrusting in to the base.

“Oh God, yes,” she mewls, high on the ride, just like me.

I grab my knife and draw a line down her navel, just like before, while her vigilant eyes watch me. Her pussy is gushing even when there’s an imminent threat of danger. I can do so many things to her with this knife, yet here she is, all sweaty and hot for my cock.