26. Corruption #3
“I promised you I wouldn’t hurt him as long as he stayed away from you.
But if I’m right, he won’t. His interest in you and your father isn’t because he’s a good fucking guy.
I will find out what he’s up to. That’s the only reason I’m keeping him alive right now.
” His head dipped lower, his nose brushing against mine as his hot breath seeped into my mouth with each shallow pant.
“You can keep up your crazy act, push me and test me on anything else, but never this. If another man touches you, whether it’s consensual or otherwise, I will kill him, regardless of who he is. Remember that, my wife.”
He let go of me and took a step back, a muscle in his jaw ticking repeatedly as his chest rose and fell.
I stared at him, unable to understand why I was so aroused by his over-the-top possessiveness.
The fury in his eyes burned against the desire we shared as he licked his lips, his gaze dropping to mine.
“On your knees, Bella Ribelle,” he commanded, his tone calmer than before but still with an edge that made me think twice about questioning him.
I slowly sank to my knees on the terrace, because when he used that voice on me, I didn't have to think anymore.
Just submit. I stared up at him, my heart thundering because I knew what was coming.
A punishment. One that I would no doubt enjoy. I was burning alive with the thought.
He stepped back into me, grabbed my jaw, and tilted my head upwards to hold my gaze. He slowly unbuckled his belt as he roughly brushed his thumb across my lips and pulled down his zipper, giving me every chance to protest. Instead, I wet my lips, showing him I was ready.
I broke his gaze when he took out his dick, which looked just as angry as him, fisting it in his hand. The metal piercing caught the sunlight as he positioned it against my lips.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and my gaze snapped up. I was breathing rapidly, so turned on. He brushed the head of his cock against my lips, and I waited, knowing it was my submission he craved. “Lick.”
I stuck out my tongue and licked around his crown, flicking over the piercing and then every inch of his length. He stood like a powerful king above me, devouring me with his dark gaze as I devoured him.
“Suck,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
The moment I parted my lips wide enough, he pushed inside slowly.
The taste and feel of him, so big and heavy on my tongue, made my pussy clench and a soft moan escape.
He didn’t make a sound, just watched with intensity and a pulsing jaw muscle as I hollowed out my cheeks, sucked him, and took him to the back of my throat again and again until I hit my gag reflex and forced my way past it.
He grabbed my head, holding me there with my nose pressed up against his stomach, and tears started leaking down my face.
The longer he held me there, his cock pulsing down my throat as I fought against the pressure, the more soaked my underwear became.
When my lungs burned and I thought I was about to pass out, he suddenly removed his dick, leaving me gasping as I stared up at him.
“Good girl. Now, kiss it,” he ordered. I forced away the confusion and kissed the end of his cock before lapping my tongue across his slit again, ready to take him all the way down again. I needed it. Desperately. My fingers moved between my legs, under my sundress to my throbbing clit.
His hand fisted in my hair, pulling me back, not harshly but firmly. “Enough,” he groaned.
I frowned up at him as he shoved his dick back in his trousers and did up his fly.
“You don’t get to finish what you started. Not when you forgot who this mouth belongs to. And you don’t get me in it again until you remember. But at least now the last thing you kissed was my dick and not him.”
He buckled his belt over his raging erection while I stared up at him in complete shock.
That was my punishment for kissing Callum?
I thought he was going to fuck my throat senseless, use me mercilessly until I was bruised, but this was so much worse.
He was giving me a taste and leaving me craving more.
He smirked down at me, his anger dissolving into something far more dangerous. “And you lied to me, Bella Ribelle. You'll be punished for that, too. No woman who hates sucking dick makes sounds like that. Or does it that well.”
Despite myself, my lips twitched with amusement. I was totally busted, and I wasn't mad about it.
“Cazzo,” he groaned, half-laughing as he dragged his hand down his face. “So all this attitude, all this madness—” He leaned closer, his voice low. “You just want me to punish you again.”
“That’s not true,” I argued, but even as I said the words, I doubted them.
“Don’t you see what this is yet, Ribelle? You’re not trying to push me away,” he said softly against my lips. “You’re begging for me.”
And then he walked away, leaving me foaming at the mouth and knowing I was well and truly corrupted.