Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“Your beautiful body is mine,” he declared, the hint of a possessive growl roughening his words. “Only I can make you feel this pleasure. Only I can make you come undone. You’re my wife, and you belong to me.”
He pinched my aching nipple, and my head dropped back on a shriek. I squirmed, trying to arch my back farther to alleviate the sting. The ropes shifted, pressing deeper into my flesh and reminding me of my helplessness.
Something released inside me, and I settled with a sigh. There was nothing I could do but accept his touch, whether it was tender or cruel. My body relaxed, melting into him.
The painful pressure on my nipple eased, morphing into pleasure when he gently rolled it between his skillful fingers. He toyed with the other hard bud, and a low moan left me on a long exhale.
“Very good, little bird,” he approved. A kiss ghosted over my cheek.
His palm skimmed down my abdomen, and for a few aching seconds, he didn’t stimulate me at all. I whimpered in need, and he shushed me.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, soothing me. “I’m going to make you come.”
Yes, I wanted to come. I craved the release, and I didn’t care how it happened or who gave it to me.
The first brush of his thumb over my clit made my orgasm rip through me. His hum of approval was drowned out by my scream as pleasure surged from my core to flood my entire being. Two fingers eased inside me, finding the sensitive spot that made me come undone. I flew impossibly higher, my body twisting in his ropes.
“More,” he commanded, pressing down on my g-spot while he rubbed my clit. “Come for me, Nora.”
My name was a deeply intimate trigger, unleashing something hot and uncontrollable. My first orgasm had barely begun to abate before another exploded through me. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and tears of soul-deep release streamed down my cheeks.
He continued to murmur in my ear as he forced more ecstasy from my body, his words alternating between praise and possessive declarations. He told me how beautiful I was. How we were a perfect match. How he was my master.
The statements should’ve been alarming, but they wove their way into my lust-addled mind. I had no thoughts of my own, and his filled my consciousness.
When my screams turned to sobs, he finally relented. My entire body quivered with little lightning strikes, aftershocks from the intense orgasms.
He slowly began removing the rope that bound me, sensually dragging the slightly rough fibers over my tingling skin. I released a shuddering sigh and sank deeper into warm darkness, my body going supple as he tenderly massaged my limbs, working the stiffness from my muscles where they’d been trapped by the bindings.
He finished his work and held me close to his chest, the steady stream of praise and possessiveness alternating with slow, indulgent kisses. My mouth shaped to his, and I languished in the comfort of his nearness. I’d completely come undone, and he was the only thing holding me together.
My husband kept his word: he’d shattered me, and he was putting me back together again.
Chapter 8
Dante
Nora sat stiffly in my lap, her lips pursed. No doubt, she was holding in acerbic words.
Good.
I’d ordered her to remain silent during this meeting. I stroked my hand down her back to communicate my pleasure with her. She softened slightly, even though her expression remained pinched.
Warmth suffused my chest. After I’d bound her last night, she’d been much more receptive to my tender touch. Even over breakfast, she eaten from my hand without complaint. She’d been quiet all morning, and while I wanted to know what she was thinking, her demeanor was a vast improvement over her barbed, spiteful words.
Luca was back in his cage, where he should be. Crushing his will was delicious, and I was savoring my triumph after silently hating him all these years. I was finally avenging my brother, and Luca’s suffering was so much more satisfying than simply killing him.
I’d considered bringing him out for this meeting, but I decided he wasn’t ready for that. He’d been thoroughly under my control while I toyed with my wife—too worried for his friends to try to defy me.
But I didn’t know if that obedience would hold if I degraded him in front of his men.
Not yet, anyway.
Nora’s submission would have to be enough. She was mine, not his. I’d claimed my wife, Giuseppe’s daughter. Holding her was a clear message that I’d wrenched control away from Luca. They would all know by now that the former heir was my captive. I didn’t have to bring him out in chains to prove it.
Nora’s father was the first to take his place at the massive round table, directly across from me. He was closely followed by his nephew, Alberto, who sat at his right hand. They both gave me a nod, although Giuseppe’s was barely perceptible. The old man was still a proud bastard, even if he had agreed to cede power to me in exchange for keeping his position as my consigliere.