He smirks at me, and that’s all the evidence I need to know that I need to remind him who is in control right now.
“You look so?—”
“Don’t speak,” I hiss. His voice is a weapon, one that can easily be used against me, and I’m not giving him the opportunity.
He rolls his shoulders and tenses, not liking that answer, but I don’t give a single fuck.
“You aren’t going to make a peep. You aren’t going to touch me. You aren’t even going to come. You are only here to get me off.Iam usingyou.”
I slide over his pulsing cock and get into position, lining his tip against my entrance and lowering myself onto his thick length inch by inch.
He exhales, and a light sweat breaks out on his forehead. He clutches the sheets at his sides instead of my hips. I rock against him, and his hands twitch. It makes me feel powerful to watch his restraint fray. His gaze burns my flesh, but still, he obeys my wishes.
With my knees at his sides, I move up and down slowly and watch him unravel.
“You married me without asking.”
He swallows.
“You took that moment from me. You stole my choice—my agency—the most valuable thing I have as a woman. You fucking took it.”
He grits his teeth as I stretch around his size, sighing and squeezing his lids shut.
“Look at me.”
He blinks open, his eyes all fire and lethality. “You’re going to give it back. You’re done running the show.”
He fidgets as I reclaim my control, releasing an agitated growl.
“I trusted you, but you didn’t offer me the same courtesy. You didn’t trust me with information about Billy. Didn’t trust me with Black Rabbit. Didn’t trust that I would have chosen you if you’d only fuckingasked.”
He opens his mouth—but my hands find his neck, squeezing. “Not a fucking word. You’re lucky I’m letting you breathe.” My other palm presses into his chest, and I sink my nails into his flesh.
“You know why you didn’t?” I ask rhetorically. “Because you were afraid.”
His abs spasm, but he’s smart to know not to fuck with me right now. This isn’t the time for his arrogance and cocky demeanor.
I lean down, pressing my tits against his chest, and whisper in his ear, my hot breath teasing his neck. “And you were right to be afraid . . . Do you really think you’re the only one who’s capable of crazy?”
I sit up, rocking against his cock, taking a few selfish seconds to just appreciate how fucking good he feels inside me.
The rumble in his chest is threatening, but I’m not frightened by him. He’s already done the worst thing he could do by betraying my trust. Reaching back with both hands, I grasp his thighs and roll my hips. Fucking myself on him. He bites his swollen bottom lip, spreading some of the bright red blood.
His eyes widen as he takes me in, watching and painfully resisting.
I lean forward, prying the duvet out of his fists, and pin his wrists on either side of his shoulders as I bring myself closer to the edge.Fuck, he feels good.
He’s holding on by a thread as I glide up and down his length.
“You thought marrying me would grant you ownership? More power over me?” I chuckle. “No, you just handed me the reins.”
He groans. The pulse point in his neck looks like it might pop. I let go of one of his wrists to brush my thumb over the drop of blood, smearing it.
He whimpers—fucking whimpers—and I’ve never felt more fierce.
“Shhh,” I coo. “This is what you wanted. You sealed your fate,” I explain. “Next time, be more careful choosing the type of chaos you make your wife. I can be just as dark as you, darling.” I lick the smeared blood from his lip.
His breath catches, and I turn his head, pressing his cheek into the mattress so he can no longer see me. “You don’t get to watch me come,” I say coldly.
