The Marriage Debt (Underworld Kings)

“All that talking has me greedy for something else,” he says, his voice low and gravelly as his free hand wraps around my neck. “You.”

I embrace the feel of his fingers digging into my skin, my thighs clenching together as the throbbing begins.

“Now bend over and suck, little bunny.”

He drags my head toward his crotch, not giving me even a second to adjust with my mouth before thrusting inside. The feel of metal hitting the back of my throat makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Good little fuck bunny. You got what you wanted. Now, I get what I need,” he grunts, pushing my head down until my tongue hits the base.

When he finally pulls back again, I gasp for air, and he suddenly hits the gas.

“Are we going home?” I ask, thinking about all the ways he could use me there.

He bites his lip, and my pussy thumps in response. “Nope. It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?” My eyes widen. “Where?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he replies, the car going faster and faster while his hand still grips my head. “But I’m not letting you stop. Not until I’m done fucking your mouth and filling up your throat.” He slams inside again, slathering my tongue with pre-cum, driving me wild with lust. “Now buckle up, bunny. It’s going to be a long ride.”

Epilogue

Jill

* * *

“Keep your eyes closed,” Luca says.

“You already told me that a million times,” I say, still not knowing where the hell I am even though it’s been more than five hours already. “We’ve even been on a plane! What kind of surprise is this?”

He laughs. “Almost there. Watch your head.”

I lower my head as he helps me into a car, sliding inside before shutting the door.

This whole trip has gotten me anxious, and I hate that he’s not telling me why we’re going all the way out here, wherever here is. I didn’t have any time to prepare, nor did I bring any luggage.

Then again, knowing Luca, maybe I won’t need it at all. I gulp.

“So five hours … where does that take me?” I mutter.

“Always such a nosy bunny,” he says. His hand snakes around my thigh as he leans in to whisper, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

God, everything that comes out of his mouth sounds raunchy even when it isn’t meant like that at all.

But when he plants a deliciously sultry kiss underneath my ear, all the butterflies begin to spread again.

“I can’t wait to tear these clothes off your body,” he groans, making me all the more aware of that blindfold around my head.

“You’re not making this easier,” I reply.

“I don’t do easy,” he says, grinning against my skin as his hand dives between my legs. “And neither do you, considering you fell for me.”

“The driver might see you,” I murmur as he begins to toy with my pussy.

Luca groans. “I hired him not to care.”

He keeps going and going until I’m all hot and flustered, and my clit throbs.

After a while, the car comes to a stop, and his hand vanishes, leaving me bereft and full of wantonness. The trunk is opened, and something is hauled out. The driver gets out too and helps carry it. I don’t need to see to know that something’s going on, and it’s putting me on edge.

“Luca?” I say, hoping he might hear.

Suddenly, the door on my side opens up, and he grabs my hand and tugs me out in one go. “C’mon.”

He pulls me along, grabbing both hands to guide my way across some stones where soft sands lie between.

“Be careful where you step,” he says.

Not only that but it’s also hot and humid out here. Totally unlike the Netherlands. “Where are we?”

“Just a few more steps until you find out,” he says. “Wait here.”

I listen to the sounds. A door is opened. He walks me in. The floor is made of wood that echoes. It smells like fresh lime in here. The feeling warm and … cozy for some reason.

“Here,” he says, and he stops walking.

He circles around me, and I can feel his hand on my thighs, sliding up my body, along the curve of my breasts, up my neck, all the way to the back of my head, where he slowly unravels the blindfold.

When it falls to the floor, my jaw drops too.

In front of me, two doors are opened, showing a magical view of luscious palm trees and a sandy beach leading to a beautiful pristine ocean.

“Oh, my God …” I mutter.

“Welcome to our private little hut in the Canary Islands,” he whispers into my ear, clutching my waist from the back. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” A big smile forms on my face. “How did you plan all this?”

“You’re nosy, and I know that. But I cheated,” he explains as I take a small tour around the hut, checking out all the amazing furniture and luxurious-looking food. I even take a bite of a date filled with cheese, and it’s freaking delicious.