Ruthless Reign #2
The duvet was soft under my shaking body, and I laid my head on the pillows, bending my knees as I opened them for him.
I’d certainly shown myself to lovers before, and Roman himself had even gotten up close and personal, but to be so blatantly on display sent a self-conscious heat through my veins.
Cool air rushed in between my thighs, and I gasped, my pussy suddenly so needy and throbbing for him.
I reached down to cover myself, but he was suddenly there, swatting me away.
“Don’t you dare hide,” he said. “Not from me.”
I swallowed and nodded, clenching my hands into fists at my sides, refusing to back down from him.
He yanked his shirt off and shoved his jeans to the floor before doing the same to his boxers.
Now, we were both exposed to each other, and for the first time since I’d seen him in the mirror, I got a glimpse at his gorgeous body.
His broad chest gave way to abs that spoke of his physically demanding job, his arms just as veiny and defined.
His Adonis belt framed a thin line of dusty brown hair trailing down to his magnificent cock, jutting out straight, pink, and hard, ready for more attention.
He had big thighs and thick calves, so much power in one body that I wondered if anything in this world could stop him from taking whatever he wanted.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, kneeling on the mattress. He moved between my legs and rested his hands on my knees, maybe to keep me there or maybe to ground himself in our shared reality.
The compliment was so sudden and unprovoked I nearly gasped, my heart fluttering as my belly dropped.
“So are you,” I murmured.
He hummed and smiled softly, scooting closer so that his cock touched my cunt.
I rocked into the connect, especially when he grabbed it to spear the head between my skin, taunting my clit before sliding downward.
He teased my entrance, making me arch toward him in anticipation before he moved back up again…
toying with me like I was his plaything.
By the third pass, I couldn’t stand the way my body yearned for his. I huffed and tilted my hips so that he went farther in than he meant to, and he hissed in a startled breath.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he tutted, shaking his head as he raised an eyebrow. “That was very naughty.”
He pulled away and slapped my cunt, rattling my clit so hard I cried out and tried to twist away. But he held me there with his massive body, my knees tucked under his shoulders, keeping me in one spot.
“Only good wives get my cock,” he said, leaning over me to bring his face above mine. “Are you going to be good?”
I squared my jaw and glared up at him, debating whether I would oblige this game or tell him to fuck off. But I did want him. I was so worked up and ready that I thought I might physically combust if he didn’t do it. I could get myself off in my room, but I wanted him to do it.
For the first time in weeks, I could admit that to myself.
I wanted my husband, and I wanted him to want me.
“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
“We’ll see about that.” He grabbed my arms and moved them above my head, crossing them at the wrists. “You stay just like this. Can you do that?”
I nodded.
“Use your words, little wife,” he said, nudging my nose with his.
“Yes,” I replied. “I’ll stay like this.”
His grin lit up his entire face, and I realized how expressive his chestnut eyes actually were.
In them, I could see how much he also wanted this, and he rose again to sit back on his feet, dropping his gaze to the space between my legs.
He ran his fingers over my sensitive wet flesh, spreading my labia so he could explore.
The touch frustrated me only because I wanted him to fuck me already, but lord, it was so erotic.
I’d never had anyone take their time getting to know my body like this, like he was trying to map the entirety of me and memorize every piece.
When he pinched my clit and pulled, I made a noise somewhere between a yowl and a moan, and I curled off the bed, trying again to close my legs around him.
“Such a pretty cunt,” he said, holding me open for him. “And it’s all mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes,” I said, tensing my arms to keep them above my head. I didn’t want him to stop, not now. I wanted to be good for him, only him, so good.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he commanded, that mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
“It’s yours,” I complied, far too eager for my liking. “It’s all yours.”
“That’s right.” He leaned over me again, lining himself up at my entrance before surging home all in one thrust, all the way to the hilt.
Air rushed into my lungs and I held it, the sensation of being filled at war with the tender ache of being stretched so completely.
“And this?” He nodded down toward his cock, retreating only an inch before rutting in again. “This is all yours. Do you understand?” Another short ease out before a harsh shove in.
“Yes.” I sighed, the word sounding more like a breath than a syllable.
He held himself up with one arm and grabbed my chin with the other, forcing me to face him. “I mean it, Julia. No hang-around gets to touch. No one else.”
The use of my real name snapped something deep inside, and being connected to him like this created an emotional backlash I wasn’t prepared for.
It was like there had been a rubber band between us, stretched nearly to its breaking point by how we’d ignored and treated each other for weeks.
And now it had been let go, snapping its recoil on tender flesh, and my eyes burned like I wanted to cry.
“And if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way,” he continued, fucking me slow and deep, rubbing at the delicious spot inside me. “I’ll kill them. Understand?”
My nerves fired on all cylinders as I wrapped my legs around his lower back, hooking my ankles together so I could urge him in harder and faster, consuming all of him and all of me.
“You’re mine,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss me, making me tremble again.
“Please,” I said in between his frenzied taking. “Please, can I touch you?”
“Touch me, little wife,” he said. “Make me yours.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him closer while I devoured his mouth again.
I speared my fingers into his soft hair, yanking and scratching however I wanted, and when my pleasure started to climb, I clawed down his chest, using his stomach muscles as leverage to thrust my hips into his.
When I was just about to hit the pinnacle, I reached between us and rubbed my clit, setting off my climax.
It burst through my veins like flames and tightened all of my muscles.
I sank my nails into his skin as he continued to fuck me through it, his groans accenting my screams. I’d never come so hard in my life, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been so comfortable with someone else.
Not Vittori. Not Hugo. Never. Perhaps it was him.
Perhaps he put me at ease with this power dynamic between us.
But he wasn’t done. When I came back to my own body, he’d only just started to chase his orgasm.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbled, ducking his head into the space between my neck and my shoulder.
He kissed and licked at my skin, uttering other things I couldn’t quite make out.
And when he reached his peak, he tensed, his cock jerking violently inside me, filling me with his seed.
He hovered there while I held him, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, my cunt clenching around his cock.
He lifted his head and gazed down at me with a destructive passion in his eyes, almost as if he liked me, as if our union had ended far too soon.
Roman leaned down to press his lips to mine in a tender kiss that stole my heart, and perhaps I had to admit I liked him, too.
Or at least, I liked this awful thing between us.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, trailing sweet kisses over my face. “Flushed and spent and relaxed.”
“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” I said.
He chuckled and pushed up, sliding out of me as he sat back on his feet.
I tried not to cover myself up as he ran his hot gaze over the length of my body, from my burning cheeks to my racing heart and down to my slippery, wet cunt.
I wanted to put my hand there to shield the mess of our joining from his sight, but something about his demeanor told me he wouldn’t let me even if I tried.
Then he did something none of my other lovers had ever done.
He reached between my thighs and ran his fingers over me, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into my vagina.
I gasped and arched into the touch, still too sensitive for this abuse.
But he didn’t seem to care. His searing gaze held me in place while he did what he wanted.
“You know,” he said in a low husky voice, “I always wanted kids. I want a big family.” He continued playing with me, with our combined cum, while he talked, gathering whatever leaked out and pushing it back inside.
“I can’t stop thinking about what it might be like, what you might look like, all swollen with my child. ”
I didn’t know what to say. This was the first time he’d ever been vulnerable with me, and maybe it was the after-sex hormones that made me soften to him, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap him in my arms and never let him go again.
“Would you want a boy or a girl?” I asked, meeting his gaze when his eyes shifted to me.
“I don’t care,” he said. “Doesn’t matter to me. What about you?”
I shrugged. “I suppose I don’t either.”
“Did you want kids? Ya know…before this?”
Letting out a small laugh, I shook my head. “I grew up Catholic, and even if my family aren’t good Catholics, I always knew it would be expected of me.”
“That’s not what I asked.” When he was finished playing with my cunt, he put his hands on his thighs and sat there, expecting an answer from me.