Bad Medicine (Underworld Kings)

The “I dos” come fast but no less meaningful or special. More special, in fact. Filled with adoration, promise, and loyalty.

I finally have the life I dreamed of, with the man who stole me.

24

DeLuca

She vowed herself to me. Declared ownership over and to me when she said “I do.” I needed this. It consumed me day in and day out after everything happened with Ferro. That day solidified my need to protect and possess her for not just the rest of our lives, but for fucking eternity. Even in death, I will own her. After life, in heaven or even hell, I will own all of her. She took my damn breath away and squeezed my heart in her hands when she appeared at the other end of that sandy aisle. I wanted to lay her under me for hours, worship her for gifting me her eternal love, but punish her for being so damn irresistible.

The way back to the room is quiet. We don’t speak or touch. This is on purpose. By the time I lock our door, I want her to be clawing at my skin, burning from the touch of her clothes keeping a slight barrier between us. I want her wild and raw, unhinged, mad. Her breathing is heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Me, I don’t show her anything, keeping myself composed and as if I’m unfazed, when really I’m anything but. There is a beast under these clothes and this skin, waiting to break loose and attack. A primal hunger pumping through the dominant male in me.

The elevator to our suite I rented for just the night dings, and she gasps, jolting, her body hyperfocused on her arousal, so much so she isn’t aware of her surroundings. I gesture for her to step out ahead of me, remaining without physical contact. Thinking she will take a moment to look over the room, I’m mistaken.

“Please. Take me. Touch me. Anything,” she cries, lifting her dress and bringing it up around her waist, exposing her bare pussy to my hungry gaze. I growl, staying put.

“Beg fucking harder, piccolina,” I tell her, placing my hands in my pockets and slightly tilting my head in amusement. I give off a disconnected persona, and this makes her angry yet overly aroused.

“Please. I’m hurting. It hurts.” She actually tears up, small droplets escaping her eyes.

“What hurts?” I challenge her, not falling for her award-deserving acting abilities.

“My body, my core. My heart.” She reaches down with one hand and begins to split her folds, rubbing circles on her engorged clit. I can see it from where I stand.

“Why your heart, principessa?”

“Because you’re not giving in to me. Denying me. You look so unfazed. It breaks me, Maestro,” she purrs out master in Italian, the nickname she gave me recently, growing bored of “Keeper.” And my cock grows to its full length, straining my trousers. Fuck me, she’s so damn perfect.

“You think I’m unfazed? Do you have any idea what I’m really thinking? What I really have planned for us tonight?”

She rubs faster. Normally, I would deny her, but for the brutal lovemaking I plan to give my little one, she needs to be as ready and wet as possible.

“Please tell me, I… oh—oh, I need it,” she moans, her knees quivering.

I step up to her, less than a foot from making contact, when I take my pointer finger, middle finger, and thumb and force her to lift her head and look up at me. She slows the rubbing of her clit, and I bark, “Don’t you stop rubbing your slutty cunt, baby, or I will make you suck me off all night and leave you without getting yours until tomorrow.”

She gulps and returns to her previous speed, crying still, the hot tears calling to me. Bending, I lick them up one by one, and her chest shakes under her desperate sob.

“I love you, my captor. I love you so much. Please,” she begs desperately and so very eagerly.

Pulling back, I look her over again, and I continue, “I’m going to mark you. Leave bruises, bite marks, and my cum all over your skin. I’m going to brand you as mine.” She gulps. “Then I’m going to tie you to our bed for twenty-four hours and fuck each perfect part of you I want.”

“Yes,” she squeals, coming.

“Then, I will untie you, and you will ride my face, my cock, and suck me off until you beg for reprieve.”

“I’ll do it all. Just let me have you, Maestro. Please.”

Finally, I take her. Grabbing the center of her dress’s top, I pull and rip the entire length in half, her perky breasts bobbing as I do. I violently palm them and bite at one nipple, then the other, leaving marks in my wake. Grabbing her now naked form against me, I carry her to the bed, the handcuffs already placed on the iron rod and waiting for her delicate wrists.