Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
I shrugged out of my costume jacket and shirt but left the leather devil’s mask on.
Time for a little role-playing.
Her gaze traveled over my naked chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
My hands lowered to the top button of my costume's black breeches. “I’m pulling out my cock so you can suck it.”
“I’m not putting your thing in my mouth!”
Leaving my black riding boots on, I widened my stance. “Care to make a bet?”
“You’re disgusting.”
I winked. “You haven’t even tasted me yet.”
She lunged past me for the door.
With ease, I captured her long hair and twisted my fist into her locks, pulling her back against my chest. “Does this look familiar, baby?”
I gripped the torn edges of the neckline of her blouse and finished tearing the thin fabric down the front, then covered her breast over the lace corset with my free hand. “You couldn’t take your eyes off that woman.”
“That’s not true.”
With a swift spin, I took hold of her neck and guided her backward until she met the wall. “Liar. I could feel your pulse as you watched those men fuck her.”
Just like it did then, her pulse rose, a rapid flutter against the center of my palm.
With the sleeves of her torn blouse loose around her forearms, she grasped my wrist and tried to pull me away.
I reached down and shoved her skirt off her hips, ignoring her cry of protest.
I then twisted the thin strap of her simple white silk panties where it arched over the soft rise of her hips. Her attention to detail in wearing something so sweetly innocent should be admired. If nothing else, she played the innocent maiden act to the limit. I had to give her that.
“Did you enjoy watching her lower herself onto his cock? Could you feel the pressure between your legs and imagine what it would feel like to have your pussy stretched?”
I twisted harder.
She rose onto her toes as her panties tightened over her cunt.
With my lips a breath from hers, I said, “No. That wasn’t the part that really turned you on, was it, baby?”
Her panties snapped in my hand. I tossed the silk aside and replaced it with my hand, cupping her cunt. “It was when the second man flipped up her skirt, spread her ass cheeks …”
She closed her eyes and tried to turn her head.
I flicked my fingers against her pussy, giving her a sharp spank. “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”
Her eyes flew open as she whimpered.
“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and tell me how it made you feel to watch that stranger’s cock slowly disappear inside of that woman’s ass.”
“Please—”
“There will be time for begging later. Right now, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say it made this pretty pussy wet.”
My finger pushed inside of her again. Proving my point, she was already warm and wet.
Tears filled her dark eyes, her lashes wet from her attempt to blink them away. Although her mascara was slightly smudged and her hair was a mess of damp curls, she was strikingly beautiful.
Way more beautiful than she looked a month ago on Dante’s yacht.
There, she was all brittle artifice under a thick layer of makeup.
Here, her face was clean and fresh, only a black watery smear under her eyes to indicate that she had worn makeup earlier.
“Did your cute little asshole pucker when you imagined how it would feel to be violated by a big, thick cock?”
She shook her head as much as my hand around her throat would allow. Her fingernails dug into the skin of my forearm where it held her. “No. No!”
Chuckling, I leaned in and flicked the tip of my tongue against the corner of her mouth. “That’s right. I almost forgot. You don’t have to imagine it, do you, baby? You’ve let other men bend you over and fuck your ass before, haven’t you, you dirty girl?”
She blinked, all of her micro expressions registering pure shock and horror at the idea. “No! Never! I would never!”
Well, fuck me. Perhaps my bride did have at least one virgin hole left.
“There’s only one way to find out if you’re telling the truth.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Did I say you could ask questions?”
She shook her head.
I released her throat and moved to a silvery gray pine chest at the foot of the bed. I had purchased a few toys in Rome before leaving for Sicily, anticipating just this moment.
After raising the lid, I selected the riding crop with the bulbous ridged handle and turned back to her.
I slapped the leather tongue of the crop against my palm. “Get over here and kneel on the chest with your hands on the footboard.”
Her gaze followed the length of the crop, but she remained in place.
“Now,” I barked.