The Marriage Debt (Underworld Kings)

I own her now.

And she’d better make me the happiest fucking man on the planet.

Or I’ll destroy everything she loves with the snap of a finger.

She inches forward slowly on hands and knees, her eyes peering up into mine with a doe-like innocence, and I can’t wait to fuck that fake innocence right out of her. She’s pretending, always has. Always pretending to be a saint while underneath that veneer is a vixen waiting to come out and play.

I’ll coax it out of her, make her want for more than she could ever hope to desire. And I’ll deny her every last ounce of pleasure until she begs me for it.

She crawls closer and closer until her face is right in front of the tip, and the sight of her wetting her pretty little lips makes me even harder than before. Veins protrude the skin, and her eyes widen the second my dick bobs up and down. A devilish smile spreads on my lips.

“What’s wrong, Jill? Afraid I might destroy your throat?” I murmur, and I lean in to grab her chin to guide her forward. “Don’t worry, you won’t need it for anything other than pleasing me anyway.”

She throws me a damning look, but her lips still part when I push them down.

“That’s it, bunny. Show me how much you’re willing to do.”

“You’re sick,” she whispers.

I tilt my head and lean back in the chair while admiring her lips mere inches away from my pre-cum. “Tell me something I don’t know. Now lick.”

Her tongue dips out, and she tips her face up to look me in the eyes, but the second her tongue hits my length, goose bumps erupt all over my body. Fuck. Nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the feel of her tongue swiveling around my dick. I’ve waited so long for this day—dreamed of it every single night she wasn’t mine—and now I finally have her for the taking.

Fuck, I want more. It’s not enough.

“Take it into your mouth, bunny,” I say, admiring how diligently she’s lapping me up.

She takes a second to swallow and glances at my length like she’s gathering courage, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stroke my ego. I just want her to stroke something else.

“Put some effort into it,” I growl. “Satisfy me.”

She looks up at me with contempt again, only to inch closer and open her mouth fully, wrapping those sweet little lips all around the tip. I groan with delight when she lowers them a little. Every inch is taking too much time. It’s like she’s gradually easing herself into it, but I’m impatient, and I want so much more from her.

“Lower,” I growl, glaring down at her while she tries her best to suck me off. “Use your tongue like you use it to talk.”

She stops for a second to mouth, “Fuck you.”

So I lean in and grab her by the hair, forcing her head back. “Ask me nicely, and I just might do it.”

The annoyed look on her face makes the little devil inside me come out. “Now be a good little bunny and lick.”

I push her head back over my dick so far she gags. Teardrops form in her eyes, and when I let go, she immediately pulls back to suck in the air and cough.

“Jesus,” she mutters.

“Luca will do,” I respond, grinning like a fucker.

I can’t say I hated the sound of her choking on my length. I could get used to it.

When she looks at me with saliva running down her lips, I add, “What’s wrong, bunny? You look a little overwhelmed.”

She quickly gobbles up the spit and immediately lunges back in to lick me, a little too fervently if you ask me. She’s really going for it this time, sucking and licking me like there’s no tomorrow, and I love this filthy side of her. My balls start to strain at the feel of her tongue circling my length, and it makes me want nothing more than to shoot my cum right in her throat.

But something holds me back.

Something glimmering in her eyes as she looks up at me while trying not to gag.

Fear.

My eyes narrow, and I grab her head and push her down again all the way to the base, but it makes her gag so hard she pulls back and falls down onto her ass, coughing out loud.

“Hmm …”

She looks me up and down, her gaze flicking between my dick and my eyes as if she’s trying to decide whether she’s going to do this. If she can do this.

Interesting.

I lean forward while she’s on her ass breathing out loud. “It’s almost as if you’ve never done this before.”

She shudders in place. “I-I have, but I’ve never—”

“Never had such a huge one?” I raise a brow. I don’t want to hear about her previous experience. In fact, I wish I could erase them all and be the first to give her all of it. But she went missing for years, and we can’t take back those years, no matter how much I’d like to try.