Chapter Sixteen #2
what I want to do with my cock. I thrust into her mouth, sliding my tongue
against and over hers. She doesn’t fight me. She surrenders and winds her arms
around my body. She tells me with sighs and moans that she’s mine and happy to
be so.
I will protect her, defend her, make sure she’s happy. What
is so wrong with what I need? I wind my fingers in her hair to hold her in
place. I like holding her down. I want to tie her up so she’s utterly helpless
and at my mercy. I will show her none. I’ll make her come under my body until
she begs, and then I’ll make her come some more. She will be utterly mine when
I’m done with her. She will never know that she holds all the power, that I
would do anything to make her happy.
I forced her off my lap and onto her knees. Meg looks up at
me, her lips red and swollen from my kisses. Her eyes are trusting and open. I
want to eat her up right then and there, so I push her to the hard floor and am
on top of her before she can breathe. I press my rock-hard dick against her
pussy, but my clothes are in the way. Stupid clothes. I want to slow
down. I want to tell her to undress me. She will sweetly remove my clothes and
then her own. I’ll sit back down in the chair and command her to take my cock
to that soft place in the back of her throat. I’ll hold her head and fuck her
throat. She’ll drink me down, not missing a drop.
Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Later. I don’t have the patience
now. I have to get inside of her.
I press my cock against her, and she moans, a sweet mewl
that makes me feel ten feet tall. Her arms go around my chest, and she lets her
head drop back. I fall on her. My lips devour her soft flesh. She tastes so
good. I open the bond between us and pour my will into her. I want her soft and
submissive underneath me, willing to fulfill my every dark and nasty desire. My
hands find her breasts. I want to make a feast of her. She’s the only food I
need.
I look down at her. Her face, her lovely face, is filled
with need. She needs me.
“They need us, son,” my father explained that day
so long ago. The words come back to haunt me now. “They are completely
dependent on us. You think they don’t know it? It’s worse for you because
you’ll be the king someday. Women will do anything to please you. It is your
sacred duty not to take advantage of them.”
I’m doing it again.
I scramble to get my weight off her. I’m pinning her down
against the cold, hard floor without even a blanket to warm her. My hands shake
as I push myself up. I get off her and sit back, blood pounding through me.
“What’s wrong, Beck?” She sounds soft and vulnerable.
She doesn’t simply sound vulnerable. She is vulnerable.
She was torn away from her plane and forced into a marriage she couldn’t have
wanted. Then I forced myself on her.
“Beck?”
I hear the uncertainty in her voice as I shove my hands
through my hair and desperately attempt to get myself under control.
“Everything is fine.” I take a deep breath and banish my own
needs to the Hell plane. “Why don’t you go to bed? You can sleep with Cian.”
She gets to her knees. The look on her face quickly turns to
indignation. Her hands fist in the fabric of the shirt she’s wearing. “I don’t
want to sleep with Cian. I want to sleep with my husband.”
“He is your husband,” I point out. And he won’t hurt you.
“This is ridiculous.” She huffs as she straightens her
clothes and leans toward me. “I want you, Beck. I want all of you. I
want the real you. I don’t want you to politely ask if you can make love to me.
Here’s the deal—I’m giving you permission. Take me. Bend me over, turn me
around, spank my ass until it’s red. As long as you fuck me afterward, I’ll be
happy. I won’t break. I’ll love it. I want you to take control during sex. You
don’t have any trouble taking control the rest of the time. Why can’t you do it
in the one place where it’s bound to please me? And speaking of the word bound,
let’s talk about tying me up.”
I turn away. I can’t look at her for fear of her seeing down
to my soul. Bound is exactly how I want her. I want her tied up for my
pleasure. It would be a horrible mistake. This is everything my father warned
me about. I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Absolutely not.”
She will be helpless against me if I tie her down. If her
arms and legs are tied to the bed, she’ll have no way to fight me, to stop me
when I lose control. My dick hardens again at the thought of her in the
marketplace. She was so beautiful with her arms chained above her head. I
wanted nothing more than to take her like that. I wanted to force my dick into
her pussy and then tunnel my way into her tight ass. If we start down this
path, I won’t be able to stop. She has no idea what she’s asking for. I have to
stop this here and now.
“Meg,” I say, turning back to face her. I have to be firm
with her or I’ll lose control, and she will be the one to pay the price. “I
expect you to act like a lady. I know you aren’t from this plane, and perhaps
the men in your world have no honor, but here we treat our women with respect.
We also expect them to behave in a proper fashion.”
Her chin tilts upward, and she walks straight to me. She has
to crane her neck to look at him, but we’re toe to toe. “What are you saying,
Beck? What am I acting like?”
“You’re acting like a…” Some primitive survival instinct
takes over, and I shut my mouth. Women don’t like that word.
“I think he meant to say whore,” Cian says helpfully from
the doorway to the bedroom.
When the hell had he shown up? I quickly answer my own
question. Cian would have felt the minute I started to make love to Meg. We
feel strong physical reactions in the other when we’re in close proximity.
“Yes,” Meg says righteously. “That’s what I figured.”
She brings her knee up. It meets my still-hard cock with a
resounding thud.
All the air whooshes from my lungs as I go to my knees. I
look up at my wife, who doesn’t seem the slightest bit regretful. She rather
looks like she wants to do it again. “Damn it. I didn’t say it.”
“Well, everyone keeps telling me you’re one soul in two
bodies,” she reminds me maliciously. “Your other half was happy to speak up for
you.”
“I’m not happy about it now.” Cian’s eyes are wide as he
cups himself.
I’m satisfied with that. At the very least, Cian got a bit
of that pain. I pushed it outward, and my twin caught the edge. “That’s what
you get, you nosy bastard. You had to open your damn mouth.”
I manage to stand up straight, trying to ignore the pulsing
pain in my cock.
Meg rolls her eyes. “I don’t see what the problem is. It’s
not like you were planning on using it, not for anything interesting.”
A flush of rage rushes over me, washing the pain away. I
take my wife’s chin in hand and force her to meet my eyes. “You’re pushing it,
Meggie.”
Her gaze is steady and strong. There isn’t a hint of fear in
those eyes. “Yes, I am, and I’m going to keep pushing until I get what I want.
I am not a child. I’m a woman, and I know what I want.”
I have to turn away. It’s too tempting to see if she really
means it. I stalk toward the front door. “I’m sleeping in the barn.”
The door slams behind me, and I wonder if I’ll survive this
marriage.