The Marriage Debt (Underworld Kings)

“Fuck,” she moans.

Her clit throbs against my tongue, and I greedily pull out the knife and lap up her wetness. The harder I lick, the more she begins to writhe underneath me until finally she explodes and gushes against my mouth. The sounds she’s producing make it so fucking hard to stop myself from coming all over the damn sheets.

I quickly slide up and cover her mouth with mine, letting her have a taste of her own sweet juices. “See how good you taste?” I murmur.

I lean back up and thrust into her when she least expects it so I can see that same o-shaped mouth again that I love so much. And with my hands on her throat, I fuck her hard and fast, leaving no room for pause.

With her, I’m like a goddamn beast, and I wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.

All I want is to fuck her until she comes again and again and again, slathering her in my own cum over and over until I’m spent, and we’re both out of air.

Inside her, on top of her, cover her pussy, her tits, her mouth, her face.

I want her to drown in me the way I’ve drowned in her.

And if that makes me a fucking monster, then so be it.

At least this monster loves her like no one else ever fucking could.

“Do you like it when I bury myself inside you, bunny?” I groan, thrusting in to the base.

“Oh God, yes,” she mewls, high on the ride, just like me.

I grab my knife and draw a line down her navel, just like before, while her vigilant eyes watch me. Her pussy is gushing even when there’s an imminent threat of danger. I can do so many things to her with this knife, yet here she is, all sweaty and hot for my cock.

“Are you a good little slut?” I groan, pricking her with the knife.

She sucks in a breath when the point punctures her skin.

“You can take it, bunny. I know you can,” I say.

And when I thrust in deep, I carve a letter right above her mound.

L.

Her moan drowns out the cry in her voice.

Again, another thrust.

U.

The look in her eyes is a mixture of panic and pure orgasmic enjoyment, and it riles me up beyond belief, so I thrust in deep.

C.

She gasps, her fingers scrunching up the blanket underneath.

A.

“What does it say?” I growl.

“Luca,” she responds, completely delirious from the conflicting sensations.

I circle her clit with my thumb. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

I throw the knife aside and thrust my dick inside so hard, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and the loudest moan escapes her throat.

“Yes, that’s it, bunny. Come all over my cock like a good girl,” I groan.

And as she falls apart underneath me, I keep circling her clit and thrusting while I pick up a tiny drop of blood from the carving and bring it to my mouth. My tongue dips out to take a lick, and the taste sends me into ecstasy.

Groaning out loud, I grasp her by the waist, arch my back, and come inside her, filling her up to the brim. It’s the best feeling in the world, not just to take what finally belongs to me, but that she’s giving it to me freely … willingly … knowing what kind of a monster I really am.

I lean over her and press a sultry kiss to her neck, and her body tilts up to meet mine, so I drag my lips all the way to hers and claim her mouth too.

“You asked for it. I’ve shown you who I am, Jill,” I whisper. “Do you regret that decision?”

Her lips shudder, but she still softly shakes her head.

“It won’t ever be enough,” I whisper, sliding my hand down her tits. “I need it all.” My hand dives below her navel and touches the bloody marks on her body. “But now I’ve marked you as mine. No one else can ever have you.”

She swallows. “I don’t want anyone else.”

I pause, hovering so close to her that her ragged breath doesn’t go unnoticed. I stare into her eyes, her cheeks rosy, those lips ready for the taking.

It’s like she was made for me.

“I won’t allow you to take that back,” I say, and I press my lips onto hers, moaning straight into her mouth. With a lopsided smile, I whisper, “I stole your cherry, and now I’ve fucking stolen your heart.”

She smiles. She actually fucking smiles.

I always thought I didn’t have a fucking heart.

Until it started beating harder and harder … for her.

Chapter 29

Jill

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My first time.

Jesus Christ.

I still can’t get it out of my mind that I’m no longer a virgin.

And that I let Luca take it all.

But I don’t regret giving it to him.