Chapter 11
LUCERO
Perfection.
I wasn't the greatest at words. I wasn't even sure I knew there was a right answer, but what I did know was that Onyx was everything I wanted.
"Amore mio, sei di gran lunga la più bella creatura che cammina su questa terra. Le stelle cadono, la luna manca di luce e il calore del sole non esiste più finché ci sei tu. Sono un uomo innamorato, un uomo che è stato posseduto da te."
Onyx tried to take a step back but I followed him, closing the gap.
I had him in my arms. I had no desire to let him go.
He smelled divine: sweet honey with a hint of spice.
Not to mention the blood that was splattered on his pretty pale flesh.
I wiped at it, smearing it in like I was painting the murder onto his skin.
"I'm a monster." His head was tilted slightly as if my very being confused him. But there was a flicker in his gaze, one I wanted to understand more.
A laugh rattled my chest as I cupped Onyx's face. "No, bella."
His mouth dipped in a frown that I never wanted to see him wear. He pushed at my chest but I wasn't willing to pull away. Not now, not ever.
"You heard him scream, right? I made him run knowing he wasn't going to get away.
" His pink tongue came out, swiping along his sinfully alluring lips.
"I enjoyed it." Onyx chuckled. It was airy and lacked any warmth.
"If I could, I would have tortured him a bit longer.
Do half the shit he put some of his victims through. "
Sweet death swam in the depths of his eyes. I knew that look, saw it in my own reflection plenty of times. But I doubted mine came close to Onyx's. A chill raced down my spine and wrapped tightly around my cock.
My husband held up his blood-covered hands as if to show me proof of his crime.
I kissed his fingertips, smearing the blood on my lips. "It was the third sexiest thing I've ever witnessed." I lowered my head until our lips were mere inches apart. I wanted to kiss him so badly, to taste him after a fresh kill.
His eyes were endless pools of mist that lacked any warmth. I willingly would plunge myself into them.
"Third?"
I nodded, nipping at the tips of his digits. He flinched a little but didn't take them away from me.
Progress.
"The first time was three years ago. This guy I needed to make a deal with was caught off guard and killed. He thought he was going to have sex with this remarkable creature he was blessed to marry."
"Who?" Onyx balled his hand up, taking away the little pleasure I was getting.
"The guy? Don't remember."
"No, the one you clearly have a hard-on for."
I blinked a few times as a snort worked its way free. Onyx tried to snatch his hands away from me, but I held him firmly. He didn't know. I was almost tempted to keep it to myself to keep my husband guessing.
"Of course I have a hard-on for him. He's the reason I breathe. My everything."
Onyx yanked free, but I wasn't letting him go that easy. I grabbed his hips and twisted him around. "That day I got his calling card tattooed on my skin, right here." I touched my chest where the spider tattoo rested.
He went still in my arms, staring at my clothed pecs as if he could see the tattoo through them.
"The second is the day we got married." I captured his hand again and smeared the blood on his flesh with my lips. My skin tingled wherever we touched.
"Ew." Onyx snatched his hands away and wiped the blood off my lips. "He was scum, don't dirty yourself with his blood."
Fuck. My cock was already hard but he was making it impossible to think clearly.
"Bella, please." My voice dripped with desperation as need overwrote any sanity that I pretended to hold onto. I walked us back until his back hit the wall and there was absolutely nowhere for my husband to slip away. I caged him, and if it was possible, I'd keep him this way. Locked away under me.
"What?" Onyx breathed out. He watched me like a predator, someone that could end my life if given the chance. I'd gladly give it to him if he wanted it. How amazing it would be if I died by Onyx.
"Please," was all I could muster. A fire was ignited that threatened to consume me from inside out. "I need to kiss you, taste you, have you."
My insides twisted in knots as I waited for the no to come. I'd listen but I'd be in agony.
Silence stretched between us that stirred the insanity having a party in my head.
Say yes.
"Beg better than that," Onyx said.
Without question, I dropped to my knees in front of my husband.
I rested my hands on his hips, slipping my fingers into the slit that went down the right side.
His skin felt hot to the touch and so soft.
I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to.
My fingers glided up and down his thigh, teasing the thin lace of his panties underneath his dress.
"Please, bella. Pretty please."
Onyx lifted a single brow and the ache in the middle of my chest blossomed further at the thought of being denied. He'd given me a small taste and now it was all I could think about. All that I craved.
"I need you, please let me have you. I'll give you anything you want.
Please." Desperation saturated every word that dripped from between my lips.
"Please. I can't go on anymore without you.
Please. Please." The more I begged, the more need sank its sharp claws into my psyche.
"Please." I licked my lips as if trying to chase the little bit of him I got.
It wasn't enough. I doubted there would ever be enough.
"Please, bella. I'll make it good for you.
" My touches grew bolder with every word out of my mouth.
"You can do whatever you want to me. Have me any way you desire. I’ll lay down right here, unguarded. Please."
A glint of something dark shifted over Onyx's face that sent desire right to my cock. My breath hitched as he grabbed my chin and tilted my head up.
"Careful, Lucero."
I shook my head.
The grin that came over my husband's face would make most men I deal with run. It only made me want him more. "If you keep sounding so pathetic and needy, I might take you up on the offer. I'd destroy you."
"Please." A ball of air caught in the middle of my chest. "Break me, make me bleed, scream, beg, whatever you want. I want it all as long as it's you."
A full body shiver raked over Onyx's small frame. He gripped my chin tighter before letting me go. "You get one chance."
That was all I needed. I greedily nodded, willing to agree to any terms as long as he didn't pull away.
"Free my cock and show me you can do more than give me sweet words."
I didn't wait. I grabbed hold of his dress, moving it up and to the side.
His cock was hard, pressing against the thin fabric of his panties.
There was a prominent wet spot, and I leaned forward and sucked on it.
The rough lace scraped over my tongue but it only added fuel to the fire of the need searing through my veins.
More.
Onyx let out a sinful moan that had my toes trying to curl in my loafers. I wanted to hear more sounds from him. I wanted to do things to him that no man had ever done. There was a need for me to be the only man my husband remembered in the bedroom.
I tugged down his panties and freed his cock, even that was cute. Slender and long. Pink with a red tip.
"Stop."
I froze in place, my mouth open and Onyx's cock a breath away from my parted lips. I was so close.
Please. A whimper ripped from my chest as need built, and my husband said nothing. He watched me intently as if seeing what I'd do.
"Tongue out," Onyx demanded.
I obeyed without thought. Whatever he wanted, he'd have.
If he ordered me to go carve the heart out of the corpse on the ground, I'd do it in seconds and give it to him.
Onyx took hold of his cock, stroking it teasingly as if showing me what I couldn't have.
Another whimper broke free. At some point it became impossible to keep them at bay.
My need was burning a hole inside of me as I stayed perfectly still.
No matter how badly I wanted to shove him back against the wall and swallow him whole, I ignored it.
Sweat beaded along the nape of my neck the longer I was denied him.
It took physical strength to restrain myself.
The longer it went the harder it got. My stomach flipped and flopped as Onyx moved slowly.
He moaned softly as he played with himself in my face.
He even slipped the heels back on as if to prolong my suffering.
How much more torture could I handle?
My fingers twitched at my sides, desperate to be on his skin again. I was dying, and I was certain my husband was enjoying it.
"Do you want to taste me?"
"Yes."
Onyx collected the bead of precum from his tip with his finger and held it out just above my tongue.
Drop. Please.
It would be nothing for me to close the distance and have him.
"Are you going to be a good boy for me?"
"Yes."
Onyx placed his finger on my tongue, and I sucked it in without hesitation. I rolled my tongue over his digit, trying to take everything I could from him. He pulled free with an audible pop and instead of his finger again, Onyx offered me his cock.
A growl worked its way free from deep in my chest. I moved forward, swallowing him whole.
I groaned around his cock as it hit the back of my throat.
My eyes closed only for a second before I forced them back open.
I didn't want to miss a second of this. I looked up and nearly lost my mind at the sight before me.
Onyx was watching me, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his cheeks colored in the most tantalizing pink hue.
I didn't waste a second as I swallowed around his cock, dragging a moan from him.
"Putain, il fallait que tu sois un bon suceur de bite."