“Your mind hates me.” My fingers slid higher. “And yet your body keeps choosing me anyway.”
A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it. I watched humiliation crash over her expression again. Interesting. Not just fear. Shame. Something had happened before she walked down that aisle tonight. Something bad enough to hollow her out from the inside. And whoever caused it was going to regret breathing.
I curled my hand around her throat lightly. Not enough to hurt. Enough to force her attention back to me. “Tell me the truth, baby.”
Her eyes flashed stubbornly. “No.”
The single word hit me harder than it should have. I stared at her for several long seconds before I smiled slowly. Coldly. “Then you don’t get my cock.”
Chiara blinked at me like she hadn’t heard correctly. “What?”
“You heard me.” I leaned back again, completely calm now. “You want me inside you so badly you can barely think straight. But until you tell me what’s wrong…” My gaze dragged deliberately over her trembling body. “You don’t get it.”
Shock crossed her face first. Then outrage. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious.” I watched her trembling body, still doing things to me even when she was fighting back so fervently.
“You’re unbelievable,” she snapped. “You torment me all night, make me…” Her face burned hotter. “Make me do that, and now you’re refusing me?”
“Listen to my innocent little wife,” I murmured. “Demanding my cock like she owns it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Maybe I’ll find someone else’s.”
The room went completely still. Dangerously still. I tilted my head slowly. “What did you just say?”
She realized her mistake. I saw it in the way her breath caught. But Chiara was too proud to back down now.
“Maybe,” she said again, forcing the words out, “I’ll find someone who isn’t a psychotic liar.”
The smile disappeared from my face. In one movement, I caught her ankle and dragged her sharply down the bed toward me. She gasped as her body slid across the silk sheets.
“Leo!” she yelped.
“You want to act like a brat?” I asked softly. “Fine.”
Her pulse visibly jumped. I reached behind me for the silk restraint cord decorating the bedposts. Chiara noticed, and her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“Correcting your behavior.” She tried scrambling backward, but I caught her wrists easily. “You want to be a brat? See what fucking happens.”
“You don’t scare me,” she lied breathlessly.
“No?” I wrapped the silk around one wrist slowly. Tight enough to hold. Loose enough not to hurt. “That’s adorable.”
“Let me go,” she spit out. “Now!”
“Fuck no.” The second restraint clicked into place above her head.
Chiara pulled experimentally once. Then glared at me. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re spoiled.” I dragged my hand down the center of her body slowly, watching her shiver despite herself. “Threatening your husband on your wedding night. What exactly did you think would happen?”
“You’re only my husband because I didn’t have a choice,” she hissed.
Wrong answer. I flipped her over in one swift movement. Chiara gasped sharply as I pulled her hips onto my lap. The ribbons of destroyed lace barely covered her ass now.
“Leo!” Real panic finally slipped into her voice. “Don’t you dare.”
My palm cracked sharply against her ass. She jerked violently against me with a startled cry. Not hard enough to truly hurt. Hard enough to shock her.
