Masuk"Touch me until I cum so hard that I forget my own name," I gasped, my lips brushing his, trembling beneath the weight of his stare. "You will forget more than that, wife," he rasped, gripping my throat with one hand and sliding the other down my body, "I will make you cum until you forget how to fight your feelings for me." * Elena Thrown into a marriage with the city’s most dangerous mafia king, I had one mission, to seduce him, overwhelm him and make him end it. So, I moaned louder, touched deeper, played the part of a woman consumed by lust, all in hopes he would be repulsed. But Dominic Moretti doesn’t fall for games. He plays them better. Colder, rougher and unrelenting. Every fake moan becomes real. Every forced kiss turns savage. And every time I think that I have the upper hand, he flips me over and makes me forget I ever wanted to get out of this marriage. He doesn’t believe in love. I don’t believe in staying. But when lust ignites war and pleasure starts to hurt in all the right ways, it’s no longer about breaking the marriage, it’s about surviving it. One of us will break. One of us will beg. But we will be both drenched in each other's lust before it’s all over.
Lihat lebih banyakElena“Tell me.” Dominic asked me again with a low yet commanding voice.I clenched my jaw while I swiped the tears away from my cheeks. “No.”His eyes narrowed at me. “No?”“You heard me,” I bit out, heat rising in my chest. “Whatever it is—it’s my business. Stay out of it.”He didn't say anything for a long moment, nor his expression. The only sound that came out was my uneven breathing. I felt the air around us getting thickened because of his silence. His eyes looked like he wanted to do something reckless, like kill the person who had made me cry.I don't want him to meddle in my family matters as he was my forced husband. I didn't get married to him out of love that I would share my everything with him. I barely know anything about him as he is still like a stranger to me then why he is so hell bent on knowing me and controlling my life?“You are my wife.” He finally said with each of his words deliberate like he was hammering them into stone. “Everything about you concerns me.”
Elena“Sit.” His commanding voice made my pussy throb in anticipation and he was looking at me like a predator waiting to feast on its prey.“I’m not… doing that.” I said, trying to sound confident.His lips curled up into his signature smirk. “You will.”He was really confident. He was looking at me like every layer I had was transparent to him. “You can’t just—”“Can’t?” He tilted his head slightly. “I had told you what your punishment would be. You think I am asking for your permission?”I tried to think. I tried to remind myself of every reason I should hate him but the memory of last night’s relentless touch was still fresh.“No.”“You say no.” He murmured, his thumb brushing the edge of my lower lip, “but your body is screaming yes.”“Dominic—” My voice broke as his other hand slid around my waist, pulling me forward towards him until my knees bumped the edge of the desk.“You think you can fight me, Elena but you can't see that you are already losing.”His words were almost a w
Elena“Don’t you dare—” I hissed under my breath, my fingers curling against the edge of the tablecloth as Dominic’s fingers rubbed my pussy at a faster pace.He didn’t even glance at me. He just kept his eyes lazily trained on Salvatore Delucci, nodding along to whatever boring business spiel was unfolding at the opposite end of the table. But under the table… he was committing an act that should’ve been punishable by death.Two fingers slipped into me without warning. My back went still and a sharp gasp escaped before I could manage to disguise it as a cough. My nails dug into my palm, every nerve in my body screaming as his thumb circled that aching, throbbing spot which makes my mind go crazy and he fucking knew that.God, I will murder him whenever I will get that golden opportunity. Or beg him. I couldn’t tell which.I bit my lower lip, trying hard to suppress my moans and to keep my breathing steady.I tried to focus on the shiny cutlery, the delicate clink of wine glasses, any
Elena"Do I look like sin itself or what?" I muttered to my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the deep V neckline of the blood red dress which was clinging to my curves like a second skin. The slit on the side stopped just beneath my panties, if not then higher. I looked like a walking sin. The kind of sin that begged to be touched, bitten, ruined. I looked perfect, if not then better.My heart was still racing from last night. Dominic, my infuriating, calculating and maddening husband had made me cum with nothing but his fingers. I started to hate myself because of loving that. I started to hate myself because I had surrendered so easily, my body betrayed me when my mind was screaming for rebellion.He hadn’t even looked back after. Just disappeared from the bedroom, leaving me shivering and soaked. He knew what he did to me. He knew I would be thinking about it all night and he was fucking right.But today was a new day.It was a new opportunity to make him regret marrying me. I












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