The Italian Billionaire’s Abandoned Wife Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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But tonight that would all change. Tonight, they would have much-needed answers to both questions, and following it the door to that chapter of Marcus’ life could finally be shut closed.

Anneke tried to control the trembling of her body as Marcus blindfolded her and began undressing her. The absolute darkness was unnerving, and it made her even more sensitive and responsive to her husband’s touch.

When she felt his hands shape one cheek of her butt, she couldn’t help stiffening. She knew, of course, what she had signed up for, but the knowledge only served to intensify her fears. Anneke had always been a weakling when it came to pain, but since Marcus needed to do this to get over his trauma—-

Please God. Please just don’t let me faint after the first spank or I’d seriously die of embarrassment.

“You can still back out, bambina.”

She shook her head profusely. “I can do this.” After all, if that woman could survive a beating from Marcus and actually be aroused by it, well – she could do it, too. In fact, she was determined to do things even better.

In fact, Anneke thought determinedly, she was going to be so good at this that she would be begging him to whip her over and over.

“Ready now?”

Oh, crap.

Marcus pulled her up on her fours, placing her on the edge of the bed before walking away to take his whip out of the closet. “Take deep breaths,” he commanded.

She did as ordered, but a second later she realized she was well beyond it since she was already hyperventilating.

Marcus raised his hand.

But it was all he could do, since Anneke had already started crying.

“Anneke.” His tone was half-affectionate, half-exasperated. He had a feeling this would happen, but he had let his wife convince him he was wrong. She had just been so eager to please him that he hadn’t been able to turn her down.

He ripped the blindfold off her face as he drew her on his lap. “Never push yourself like this again.”

She pulled away with a shake of her head. “I think it was just n-nerves. Maybe after a little while—-”

“No, my love. This isn’t for you—-”

She cut him off, saying bravely, “Let’s try it again, but this time without the blindfolds. I think I’ll be able to handle it better if I can see what’s happening.”

He sighed. “Anneke—-”

“Please.”

“You’re certain?”

The words had her eyes tearing up, but his wife gave him a resolute nod, saying determinedly, “Yes.”

“Alright then, but we’ll change things a bit, aside from the blindfold.” He settled Anneke on her feet and stood up as well. He took a step towards her, and she paled.

Fuck. She was just too cute, and it made him realize something. He might be done being a Dom, but perhaps his Sadist days were far from over.

“Turn around.”

Anneke’s heart thundered against her chest as she slowly turned her back to Marcus.

More commands followed.

Bend down. Place your hands against the walls.

She could feel herself growing fainter and fainter and held on to her consciousness with all her might.

Marcus’ hands settled on the side of her hips, and Anneke tensed.

“I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to beat you...”

A gasp of fear almost escaped her, but she managed to swallow it back.

“But I’ll love trying.”

Tears pricked her eyes.

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this—-

Marcus bent over her, his chest pressing against her back. “I might fuck you while I’m beating you, but I promise you’ll like it.”

“I k-know.” Not. “I b-believe you.” Not.

“You mean that?”

More tears rushed down her cheeks. “Of course.”

“Then—-”

She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing herself for the worst.

But instead of his whip striking her bottom, she felt him thrust into her without warning.

A whimper escaped her—-

And then he was pounding into her, harder and harder, and she realized why he wanted her to keep her hands against the walls, the position causing her body to automatically respond to his thrusts.

He fucked her hard and fast, he fucked her so, so beautifully well that she forgot to be afraid.

After, he carried her back to bed, and as she snuggled to her husband, she couldn’t help whispering, “You didn’t beat me.”

He tucked her head under his chin, not wanting his wife to glimpse his grin as he murmured silkily, “I still might. You did promise I’d have the entire night to punish you so if I feel the urge all of a sudden, I suppose I could wake you up with a surprise whipping—-”

“W w-what?” she stammered.

“It should make things more exciting,” he drawled indolently, “if you don’t know when I’m going to beat you.”

“No!” The word came out in a wail. Anneke sat up. “It’s not going to be exciting. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if you say it like that. C-can’t you just beat me now?”


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