The Marriage Debt (Underworld Kings)

Fuck. Me.

He pulls out, leaving me bereft and wishing for more.

And that … that makes me hate myself even more.

“You felt that,” I mutter out of breath.

He slaps my ass, making me squeal out loud. “Of course I did, bunny. Best feeling there is. Making my woman come from my dick.” He grabs my wrists and pulls me up from the desk, only to position himself right between my cheeks again.

“And there’s more where that came from …” he muses, looking at me in the mirror as he thrusts back inside my ass again.

My mouth forms an o-shape as he buries deep inside me.

A dirty smile forms on his face as though he enjoys the mere sight of seeing me break. Of course he does. He’s a sadistic bastard who will do anything to see my downfall.

But as he presses a kiss down onto my neck below the collar, the heat rises in my body, and I can’t help but whisper, “Please …”

“Please what?” he whispers. “More?”

He thrusts harder and harder until I can barely even breathe, let alone say anything. With his hand wrapped around my throat, he forces me to watch him plunge into my ass, owning that too.

There is nothing this man won’t claim.

No line he wouldn’t cross to make me submit.

His eyes dart back and forth between my eyes and my tits which bounce up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.

There’s always been something special about the way he looks at me.

Like I’m the only girl alive after the entire world has been set on fire and turned to ashes.

Like he’d kill each last motherfucking enemy on his way to get to me.

And that … is nothing short of pure sexiness.

No wonder I always found it so hard to resist.

When his other hand dives down between my legs to circle my clit, my eyes actually roll into the back of my head. He knows exactly where to touch me to make me wish he never stopped. That’s how good he is at toying with me. Within seconds, he already has me on the next level, ready to explode again.

“You wanna come?” Luca groans, thrusting in slowly, deeply.

I moan in response, almost unable to form any kind of syllables.

“Tell me who owns you,” he growls into my ear. “Say it out loud.”

“Luca!” It comes out in a breathy, loud moan.

My defeat.

Handed to him on a platter.

Fuck.

I close my eyes, but he immediately grabs my collar, and says, “Look at me while I fuck this ass. My ass.”

Luca’s gravelly voice sends me over the edge, and as he plunges into me, flicking my clit, the sensations become too much, and I come all over his fingers, whimpering like the slut he told me I was.

He doesn’t stop fucking me until his balls tighten against me, and he roars out loud. Hot cum jets into me, and I can feel it fill me up to the brim with warmth. After a few more spurts, he pulls out, my pussy still throbbing, aching for more than what he just gave me.

Like a true addiction.

If I had known it would be like this … that it would feel like this …

It’s a miracle I managed to last this long without.

And I can’t even fucking imagine what it’ll be like for him to claim my pussy too.

But I swallow down that thought as Luca’s hand is still around my neck. His tongue dips out to leave a trail as he moves up to my ear, whispering, “Mine.”

Fuck.

Sometimes, he makes me forget I should hate him.

He presses a kiss on my cheek and turns my face around until I’m facing him. “And now your ass belongs to me too.”

Fuck.

I never even imagined it was possible, but he proved me wrong.

I thought I could use my virginity against him, but now I’ve handed him my ass on a platter instead.

I feel so dirty for letting myself be used.

For enjoying it the way I did.

“All you ever do is take,” I say, salty that he made me like it so much.

Luca tilts my chin up and claims another greedy kiss, one that makes my head spin. “I won’t ever stop until I’ve taken your pussy … and then your fucking heart.”

I pull my lips away from his even though they’re swollen and hungry for more. “Why? You hate me. You hate my guts for what I did to your brother. For what I did …”

“To me,” he fills in for me, his voice darkening the more he speaks. “So you know I won’t ever be satisfied until I’ve taken everything you have to give.”

“You already broke me,” I say as he reaches behind me to unlock my wrists from their binds. “You have your revenge.”