“You’re going to come like this,” he growls against my ear, grinding his thigh relentlessly against my aching pussy. “Riding my leg like a desperate whore. And you’re going to say my fucking name when you do.”
I fight it so hard, but the pressure, the heat, the way he’s choking me just right, it’s too much as my thighs start shaking uncontrollably.
"Say it," he demands again.
I shake my head, tears burning my eyes.
He tightens his grip on my throat and grinds faster. "Say it, or you’re not going to like the consequences.”
But my body betrays me, a broken sob escapes as the orgasm slams into me, my pussy clenches and floods all over his thigh, hips jerking uncontrollably against him while black spots dance in my vision from his hand around my throat.
“Kairo …” His name rips out of me like a curse, shaky and humiliated.
He doesn’t stop as he keeps grinding through every spasm, dragging it out until I’m crying and twitching, completely limp against the wall. Only then does he loosen his grip on my throat. I suck in a ragged breath, tears streaming down my face.
He steps back just enough for me to slide down the wall, legs useless, the wedding dress bunched around my waist. I can feel my hardened nipples pressing through the fabric.
Kairo looks down at the dark, soaked mess I left all over his thigh with dark satisfaction.
“Look at the fucking mess you made,” he says, voice low and rough. “On your knees.”
“Excuse me?”
When I don’t move fast enough, he fists my wet hair and forces me to my knees.
“Clean it,” he says, shoving my face into the wet patch.
“No …”
“Clean up the fucking mess you made, wife, or things will only get worse for you. Push me again and see what happens.”
I look up at him from my knees, through tear-soaked lashes, the humiliation washing over me.
“No.” The answer is whispered.
He raises a brow at me as he pushes my face against his thigh. “Lick your juices off me like a good little wife. I will not ask again.”
I swallow my pride as I lean forward and drag my tongue over the wet fabric, tasting myself while fresh tears slip down my cheeks. He watches every stroke with hungry eyes. When he’s satisfied, he yanks me back up by the hair and shoves me toward the bed. My face turns pale. What is he going to do to me?
“Shower and get ready for dinner. This is our wedding night, after all.” I swallow at hearing those words. “I want you to wear this …” he says, pointing to a red silk dress hanging beside the bed. “With nothing on underneath. Disobey me …” He smiles,bloody lip cracking. “And I won’t be nice enough to let you come next time.”
He turns on his heel and walks out, and as he does, he takes the key and locks me inside the bedroom.
Fuck.
3
SUMMER
He unlocks the door thirty minutes later. I'm standing by the window in the red dress, hair still dripping from the shower, no underwear, no bra, exactly like he ordered. The silk clings to my damp skin, and I can feel the air on every part of me that should be covered. I don't look at him when he enters.
"Good girl." He says it like he's praising a dog.
I roll my eyes and turn around to look at him. He is still in the same clothes,that’s gross, and my lip curls.
“What?” he questions me.
“Nothing,” I say.
