My ring was on her finger. My cum filled her belly. Soon, very soon, I would ensure that she would be carrying my right to rule. My heir. She was mine. The sensation of overpowering and taking such a woman was heady, addictive. She was a new type of drug, one that I would enjoy all too well in the coming months as I fucked her across every surface of this manor and then brought her into my cold, dark depraved world and led her down even more fucked up paths.
Of all the things in this world, very few had ever actually belonged to me. My sins were the only exception. This was something entirely different. She was better than everything, and I found myself filled with an almost primal emotion.
“Gaven?” Angel gazed up at me. She blinked as confusion spread over her expression. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” I admitted. “I’m hungry again,wife.” Dear God, how I loved calling her that. My wife. My bride. The future mother of my children. All the power I’d been seeking was within my grasp and she was the key.
Angel’s eyes filled with a heat that matched my own. As much as she’d attempted to resist me, her body had already fallen to the desires I could stoke within her. She was fiery inside, a willing participant in my debauchery. Her body was soft in all of the right places. She turned her head away, looking over her shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. Even that, I couldn’t stand.
I desired to take from her all of her attention. “Don’t,” I commanded. “Look at me.”
Soft lashes fluttered as she followed the order, turning her head my way so that her eyes were open once more on me. She was a fucking natural at taking my commands, though I had no doubt she’d balk if I said as much. She thought herself indifferent, perhaps even independent. I knew that wasn’t the case. She wanted my orders. The flare of her nostrils each time I gave one and the subtle way her body leaned towards me was proof enough. It was my deepest desire to mold her to my every will and desire, to turn her into the perfect submissive.
“I want to do something new,” I told her. “Are you ready for that?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “It depends on what it is.”
I grinned and moved back over her. Pressing her into the mattress, I hovered over her for a moment before letting my weight come down until the air in her lungs was pushed out.
“Say yes,” I said. “I won’t hurt you … not unless you let me.”
“I don’t want to be hurt.” The words were such sweet little lies on her tongue.
I grinned. “Yes, you do.” I inhaled her scent. “You want me to break you apart and shove my fingers into your tight little cunt. You want me to rip you open and find all of the dirty, filthy fantasies you keep inside and let those wicked things out to play.”
She shook her head back and forth, a silent denial.
“Yes,” I pressed. “You act innocent, but I know the truth. You can’t hide it from me,wife.” God, I loved saying that. I’d never realized how heady it was to own a woman in this way—to completely possess her, but possess her I would. “You liked it when I forced you to do those wicked things. You can stop trying to be so virtuous. With me, you can be whatever you want to be. Vile. Mischievous. Naughty. As long as you understand that the only one who will own you is me. I’m your fucking Master, Angel. Your husband. Say it.”
Her lips parted and her eyes flickered as she gazed back at me. “You’re my husband.” Her voice trembled slightly, but the acknowledgment made my cock throb. God, I wanted to fuck her throat again. Shove my dick between her plump lips and choke her on my shaft as tears poured down her cheeks and I came straight down into her, filling her with my essence.
“Have you ever heard of safe words?” I asked, lifting my head slightly to look down at her from some distance.
A little v formed between her brows as her lips puckered. “I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never…” She trailed off, but I understood what she was saying. Of course, she’d never used them. I chuckled. “You’ve heard of it before, but you didn’t know people actually did it?” I guessed.
She nodded. Inside, my emotions roiled and rioted. Who? Who the fuck had taught her about them? As her husband, it should have been my responsibility, and I found myself overcome by unfamiliar irritation. Jealousy, I realized. I was insanely jealous.
“How did you learn?” My voice was even. Surely she wouldn’t know how angry the thought of someone touching what was mine made me feel.
She turned her gaze away. “Does it really matter?” she muttered.
That biting jealousy swarmed my insides, and my grip on her tightened. “It matters,” I growled.
She shook her head. “Just forget it.”
Gripping her chin, I directed her gaze back to my face. “I will not forget it,” I warned her. “I intend to soil your mind so completely that you’ll be the most deviant little creature to ever live, Angel,” I said honestly. “ Tell me.”
My captured little bird. My pretty prey. Angel’s gaze wavered over my face. Her pink tongue came out to swipe across her lower lip.Nervous?I wondered.
“Books,” she mumbled.
“Again, darling,” I said, pinching her chin harder. “I didn’t hear you.”
Her eyes flashed with irritation and I couldn’t stop the grin that spread my lips even if I wanted to. “I read books about things like that,” she huffed. “There. Happy?”
“Not quite.” I released her chin and tipped down. My hands trailed over her soft skin. So pliant and unblemished, I wanted to see what she’d look like with the red markings of my palm on her backside. Of raised welts across her back or with the scratches of my beard on her inner thighs. Would she tremble in despair, or would she moan in the delicious agony of release if I were to tie her down and force her to come over and over? I had a feeling I already knew. She’d love every bit of it. Which is why she was perfect for me.
“Spread your legs,” I growled. “Open that pussy for me and show me what belongs to me.”
