"Nico." He doesn't look at the waiter, he looks at me. “Seems as if my wife is trying to make a point about something.”
Nico looks between the two of us nervously.
“And I feel like I have a point of my own to prove.” He smirks darkly.
Oh no.
"Stand over there." He points to the railing, ten feet away, facing us. "Don't move until I tell you."
Nico hesitates, confused by what Kairo is asking of him.
"Now," he yells.
Nico moves to the railing and stands there, hands clasped, eyes uncertain.
Kairo stands slowly, the chair scraping like a threat across the deck.
“You wanted to flirt with another man in front of your husband?” His voice is low and venomous. “Then he’s going to watch exactly what happens to greedy little sluts who forget who they belong to.”
“Kairo … I was just …”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
He grabs me by the back of the neck and drags me to the wide sun lounger in full view of Nico. He shoves me down hard, bending me over the cushion so my ass is up and completely exposed. The sheer dress is yanked violently up over my hips, and he turns my head so that I’m facing Nico, who looks like he wants to disappear and is trying not to look at me.
Kairo kicks my legs wider apart with his foot, spreading me obscenely. He frees his cock and slaps it against my soaked pussy a few times, teasing the head up and down my slit, coating himself in my shame.
“You’re already dripping for me,” he growls, voice thick with rage and lust. “Even when you’re trying to embarrass me in front of another man, this greedy cunt still knows who it belongs to.”
He presses the thick head against my entrance and pushes in, but only halfway. He stops there, stretching me open, refusing to give me the rest.
I whimper, pushing back against him instinctively.
He yanks my head back by my hair. “Don’t you fucking move, and don’t you dare come. You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock. I’m the only man who makes you come. Do you understand me?”
I nod frantically, tears slipping down my cheeks.
He holds me there for what feels like forever with just the head of his cock inside me, throbbing, making me ache for more. Then he finally thrusts forward in one brutal, punishing stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
I scream.
The stretch is brutal, he’s so deep. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts fucking me with long, vicious strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing across the deck. Every thrust is angry, possessive, each one is meant as punishment.
“Look at him.” Kairo snarls, forcing my head up so I have to meet Nico’s wide, horrified eyes. “Look at the man you tried to use against me while I ruin what’s mine.”
He fucks me harder, grinding deep on every stroke, making sure I feel every inch. My fingers dig into the lounger cushion as I moan and sob.
“You don’t get to come,” he repeats through gritted teeth, slapping my ass hard. “Fight it, I want you desperate and broken before I fill you.”
I’m shaking, trying so hard to hold back the orgasm that’s building dangerously fast. My pussy keeps clenching around him, betraying me with every thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of him destroying me fill the quiet night.
Kairo leans over me, teeth grazing my ear. “You think you can flirt with someone else? I’ll fuck you in front of every man on this island if I have to. I’ll make sure they all know exactly whose cum is leaking out of you.”
He reaches around and circles my clit with two fingers, slow, torturous circles that push me right to the edge.
“Don’t you fucking come,” he warns again, his voice dark and dangerous. “Or I’ll make this so much worse for you.”
I’m crying, whimpering, fighting the pleasure with everything I have while he keeps pounding into me, deep and ruthless. He fucks me like he hates me, which he does. The lounger scrapes loudly against the deck as he rails me, one hand pinning the back of my neck, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
