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)
He nuzzled my hair. “You’re doing so well, darling. So beautiful bearing my marks.”
I fixed my gaze on Luca, taking in every tense line of his face. Even when his features were drawn tight with pain and loathing, he was ruggedly handsome: the man I’d secretly desired for years before he’d married me.
No matter what Dante said, I didn’t belong to him. Luca was my real husband.
The monster continued to stimulate me, rubbing my clit in a demanding rhythm. The smooth sensation of the belt caressed between my legs. The scent of leather and my own arousal suffused my senses when he touched it to my lips, painting them with the shameful evidence of my lustful response to his masterful manipulations.
“You’re wet for me,” he rumbled, his voice rich with satisfaction. He licked the belt and released a low hum. “You taste so good, pet.”
I shivered at the perverse act, but bliss sang through my veins when he eased a finger inside my slick folds and crooked it against my g-spot. His thumb pressed down on my clit at the same time, and I bucked at the sudden rush of ecstasy. He stimulated me mercilessly, driving me closer to the edge, until I was so close to release.
A humiliating cry of protest slipped from me when he abruptly withdrew. It morphed into a scream as fire lit up my bottom once again. I lost track of how many times he lashed me, dizzy from the sudden shift from pleasure to pain. My screams rang through the basement, blending with Luca’s desperate, wordless shouts in a violent crescendo.
The hits stopped, but my skin was still hot with stinging pain. I hissed when Dante’s palm skimmed over my abused flesh before he touched me between my legs again. He played me like I was his favorite instrument, coaxing pleasure from my core once again, until it fizzed through my veins and flooded my mind.
Then his touch was gone, and I choked on a moan of protest. The fire lashed me again.
I wasn’t sure how long he toyed with me, driving me to the brink of release before yanking me back from the edge. Tears spilled over my heated cheeks, and Luca’s face blurred into something meaningless. All that existed were the conflicting sensations of Dante’s belt and his wickedly skillful hands. He murmured soft words of encouragement as he indulged in his cruel game, telling me how beautiful I was and how much I pleased him.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Pain.
They melded into one, until my body floated and my mind blanked.
“Come for me, little bird. Come for your master.”
He barely had to brush my clit, and my back bowed from the force of my orgasm. A primal, animal wail echoed around us, and I didn’t recognize that the sound tore from my own chest. It was smothered when Dante’s lips crashed down on mine. He stimulated my g-spot, wringing more ecstasy from me as his tongue plundered my mouth. Nothing existed in the world except for his hands on my body and his ferocious kiss. He swept away all thoughts—even thoughts of Luca.
Especially thoughts of him.
This was an act of savage domination, a display of ownership for my husband’s benefit.
My release went on and on, until my legs shook and I saw stars. Dante’s corded arms wrapped around me, holding me upright as he continued to ravage me.
He didn’t stop until I wept for mercy, so overstimulated that all I could do was babble for reprieve.
He shushed me gently and freed my wrists from the silky binding before he sank to the floor, settling me over his lap so he could cradle me close to his chest. He was breathing hard, and his cock pressed into my stinging bottom, but he made no attempt to fuck me. Instead, his kiss turned languorous, indulging in my complete submission to his will. There were no thoughts of fighting him, no glimmer of resistance as I accepted his kiss, clinging to the act of tenderness after so much suffering.
He bushed his lips over my cheeks, tasting my tears.
“I have something for you, darling,” he murmured, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small, black velvet box.
I blinked at it, clearing my watery vision even though my mind still wasn’t working. I stared numbly when he opened the box to reveal the delicate, heart-shaped padlock. An ornate D had been engraved into the rose gold.
The matching, thick gold chain slithered like a snake as he lifted it from the box. It was cold against my heated skin when he looped it around the back of my neck. He hooked the padlock between the final links at either end of the chain. The click of the lock engaging made my heart stutter.
He traced the outline of the padlock with his fingertips, and my skin tingled beneath the tender touch.