“But first, I’m going to bring you to the edge right on top of the bar.” I nip at her ear, which makes her whimper, and then lift her and carry her toward the bar, propping her on the edge. “Don’t move.”

She glares at me, but does as she’s told. “I hate you.”

“Good,” I say, looking for something suitably sized to quench her need behind the bar. I find a decently thick cocktail muddler and decide that’ll do.

“What is that for?” Paisley asks.

I don’t answer her, instead I slide the smooth end into her soaking wet pussy.

Her head falls back in pleasure and she moans loudly, eye flickering shut. “Massimo.”

I groan. “Call me, sir.”

Her nose wrinkles. “No.”

I bite her bottom lip and fuck her harder with the muddler. “I don’t like the word no.”

“Tough, as you’ll hear it a lot from me.” She bites her lip as I rub her clit.

“Is that right?”

She nods in response.

“I’m not so sure, but we’ll see if you’re saying no after I’ve finished with you.” I crouch down and suck her clit, which makes her hips lift off the surface of the bar. All the while, I keep fucking her with the metal mixer. Her thighs quiver as I suck and lick her, dragging her toward the edge.

Paisley is my new addiction. An obsession that I can’t be without ever since I saw her in this house the night of my sister’s birthday party. I knew she was going to be mine the moment I set eyes on her, and even if she denies it, she knows she’s already falling into my trap. The sex is the best I’ve ever had and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

“Fuck,” she moans, gazing down at me with those beautiful green eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me now and get it over with?”

I smile, shaking my head. “Nice try, princess. When I fuck you tomorrow night, there will be no getting it over with. It will be an excruciatingly slow but explosive experience. I will fuck you all damn night.”

She moans, lips pursing. “Massimo, stop teasing me.”

I raise a brow. “I thought you didn’t want me?”

Her cheeks flame a deeper red. “I don’t, but…”

“But what, baby? You’re gagging for my cock, and there’s no use denying it.” I suck on her clit and she groans, eyes rolling back in her head. “I’m going to bring you to the edge and there’s nothing you can do about it other than enjoy every fucking second. The next time you come, I’ll be balls deep inside of you.”

She can’t answer me as I continue to fuck her with the mixer and suck her clit, sending her toward the edge. Paisley sucks in a deep gasp as I don’t let up, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. “Oh fuck, yes,” she murmurs, lacing her fingers in my hair suddenly.

I groan and drag my tongue in circles around her clit before forcing myself to stop.

She whines and I feel it right to my cock.

“Patience, princess.” I stand and lift her off the bar, retrieving the chastity device and moving around to wash it off as I dropped it on the floor. Once it’s clean, I insert the dildo part back into her and lock it in place. “This comes off tomorrow night. We’ve got a big day tomorrow, Paisley.”

Her eyes narrow. “So you think.”

“You will marry me tomorrow, whether or not you like it. I wasn’t lying when I said we’ll send you down the aisle at gun-point.”

Her lips purse together. “You’re a monster.”

“Perhaps.” I yank her toward the door. “But right now, you need to sleep. Let’s get you to bed, princess.” And then I drag her toward my room, knowing that tomorrow is the start of the rest of my life and hers. In time, she’ll come to accept her new life. It beats living in a slum and bar tending for a prick like Axel King, even if she thinks she’s a prisoner.

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