Without a word, he curled his arm around her back. Olivia let out a surprised gasp as he stood abruptly, lifting her with him. He didn’t cradle her gently. With one arm locked behind her back and the other splayed beneath her thighs, he carried her toward the massive bed.
“Victor—” she began, but he silenced her with a stern look.
“You don’t speak unless I allow it. And you certainly do not question me, little one.” He placed her carefully atop the covers. Not carelessly, but with unmistakable command. She bounced lightly on the mattress, eyes wide, hair spilling across the pillows like some fallen angel caught in sin.
Victor stripped the rest of his clothes, his manhood standing thick and ready. He leaned over to her, grabbing her ankles and drawing her down the bed until her backside perched at the edge and her thighs were spread wide, exposing her perfect womanhood.
“I’ve barely touched you and look at you,” he said, voice dark with arousal. “Already wet enough to soak the sheets. Is that for me, my duchess?”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out—just a breathless, needy gasp.
He leaned down, nipping her jaw before whispering, “Answer me.”
“Yes, Your Grace. It’s for you.”
He sucked hard on her neck and then shifted so they were almost nose to nose. “I’m going to take you now, little one. Slowly at first, so you feel every inch. Then harder and deeper until your body knows the shape of me.”
She whimpered, her back arching instinctively. “Please ...”
Victor slid a finger down her slit, smirking at the way she bucked against him. “First, you’ll need to ask properly.”
“Please, Your Grace,” she whispered, her pride finally yielding to desire. “Please take me.”
“Good girl.” She was learning already.
He pushed the thick head of his manhood to her entrance and slowly eased inside. She was tight, so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from slamming into her all at once. Inch by inch, he claimed her, watching her expression twist between pleasure and disbelief.
“God, you are perfect,” he groaned. “Made for me.”
Olivia writhed beneath him, fingers digging into the bedsheets, lips parted in a silent cry. Her body welcomed him, clenching around him greedily with every slow thrust.
“I’m going to make you forget every man who came before,” he said, voice rough. “I’m going to lay claim to every inch of your body.”
She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, as her hips lifted to meet each of his thrusts.
“You like that?” he rasped, pounding into her harder now, his control slipping. “Like hearing how I’m going to make you mine? Because I will, Olivia. I’m going to make you crawl to me. I’m going to test you in ways that you didn’t know your body could be tested. And then I’ll make you beg for it again and again.”
He plunged harder into her, finding a punishing rhythm, even though it was no punishment. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve imagined this—how many nights I’ve thought of all the waysI’m going to bend you to my will since I first laid eyes on that painting.”
She let out a ragged cry, hands flying to his shoulders, her nails raking down his back. “Your Grace ...”
“Don’t you dare come,” he growled. “Not until I say.”
“Please,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his hips. He’d bind her soon, and she wouldn’t have such liberty to control her pleasure.
“Beg me,” Victor commanded. “Convince me you have earned the right to come.”
“Your Grace,” she moaned, gripping him tighter.
He increased his speed, rewarding her with deeper thrusts. “Are you going to be my good girl? Always good for me?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” she practically screamed. “I’m your good girl.”
Victor gripped her hips, holding her in place while he pounded into her. “Come now, little one. Let me feel your cunt milk my cock. Your pleasure belongs to me.”
Her head flung from side to side as she erupted in ecstasy. It was the most beautiful, mesmerizing sound he’d ever heard. Victor groaned as she pulsed around him, her climax ripping through her with a force that was akin to a tidal wave bucking against him. He thrust harder, faster, his grip bruising on her hips as he chased his own release.
“I’m going to finish inside you,” he warned, eyes locked on hers. “You shall take every drop.”
