The Marriage Debt (Underworld Kings)

In fact, the first time he plunged in was the most amazing feeling in the whole damn world.

If I’d known sex was like that, I would’ve done it a long time ago.

When both our heartbeats slow down and our breathing syncs, Luca presses another deep, sultry kiss to my lips that makes my head spin. Every time he kisses me, it feels like my soul leaves my body, and my heart almost jumps out of my chest.

Is this what love should feel like?

Have I really fallen for the one man I should’ve avoided?

The one man I should have hated for all eternity?

Hate.

It once sounded so easy, so visceral. But now, when I look into his dark, penetrative eyes that glimmer with hope, it seems like a distant memory.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. If it’s okay to have these feelings for a man who only hurts, betrays, kills. If it’s okay to indulge in sin with this oh-so sinful man.

God, I don’t remember things being this complicated.

Luca leans up and undoes the shackles around my wrists and the chain around my neck, then leans back to free my ankles too. But I don’t punch or kick or do anything to fight as he pounces back down on me and places the sweetest of kisses on the top of my lip.

“Mine.”

The soft whisper is enough to coat my body in goose bumps.

But I hiss when the pain comes flooding back in. I almost forgot that he actually marked me.

I lean up and look at my wound, which glows red with caked blood. But the lines are very clear … and they’ll definitely form a scar.

“I told you what I would do for you,” Luca says, grasping my collar to bring my face closer to his. “Now you know why I tried to push you away. It’s impossible for me to behave and not be a savage.”

My eyes can’t help travel down his ripped abs all the way to that V-line, where his thick, long flaccid dick dangles between his legs. That thing was inside me … and I loved every fucking second of it even though it was depraved as hell.

I suck on my bottom lip. “Don’t behave. I … I like you this way.”

I don’t know why. It just slipped out of me, and even I am surprised I said that out loud.

Is this who I really am, too?

Is this what I like?

What I could never say I wanted out loud?

He lies down beside me, hand on the pillow, knuckles folded, and gazes at me with half-mast eyes filled with satisfaction, and something about that makes my heart sigh. His hand rises, his cold rings grazing my face, making it so damn hard to breathe.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

It takes me a few seconds to respond because I was too busy looking at him to even notice the pain. But when I do, all it does is remind me of where his hands have been, how he fucked me as he drew those letters into my skin, and it still makes my pussy throb.

What is wrong with me?

I shake my head. “It just stings a little.”

Suddenly, he gets off the bed and scoops me up in his arms, surprising me so much that I let out a squeal. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to clean you up.”

He puts me down on the same chair he sat on the first time I licked him, and it brings back memories that make me blush hard. Luckily, he doesn’t see as he turns around to grab a box of medical supplies from his cabinet. The same cabinet where he keeps all his toys.

“You sure have a lot of convenient stuff in there,” I say, trying to lighten the mood, which is hard when you’re both naked.

“I’m prepared.”

That backfired.

Hard.

Because I’m blushing more than ever when he kneels, actually fucking kneels, in front of my naked body and parts my legs to have access. He dips a cotton swab into the bottle of alcohol and holds it in front of the wound.

“This might sting a little more,” he murmurs, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would when he dabs it against my skin. “But it’s my turn to take care of you now.”

He cleans each letter meticulously, as though it’s a precious painting he wants to restore. I never knew he could be so gentle. And when he briefly glances up into my eyes with that devious smirk on his face, all it does is make me blush harder and harder.

Fuck. I really have fallen, haven’t I?

“You’re blushing,” he says.

“What?” I turn my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, you were.” He grabs my collar and turns it so I’m forced to look at him. “And you look beautiful when you do.”