Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
But even as I thought it, I knew he was suffering in my hands. This lewd act—the complete loss of control—would be tearing my strong, dominant husband apart. The fact that I was also being debased right in front of his eyes would make it that much worse.
“Very good,” Dante praised.
I wanted to let the humiliating words breeze past me, but they were accompanied by a brush of his fingers over my clit. A shocked cry burst from my chest at the sudden, intimate contact. Luca’s hips jerked at the vibration of my lips on him.
My cheeks flamed, but Dante didn’t relent. He circled my clit with his thumb, drawing out my pleasure with expert ease.
“Take him in your mouth,” he ordered. “Stroke him while you suck.”
My tears fell, and I tasted the salt of them on Luca’s shaft as I obeyed. Dante stroked one finger into my tight channel, and I hissed against Luca. I was still sore from the whip handle.
Dante shushed me and continued toying with my clit, easing deeper inside me to find the sensitive spot at my core. He crooked his finger against it, and I whimpered as pleasure pulsed through me. Luca’s hips bucked again, his cock pushing deeper into my mouth.
I gagged, and he eased back.
“I’m sorry,” he said, ragged. “I’m so fucking sorry, Nora.”
Another finger swirled in the wetness on my inner thighs—forced arousal from his masterful, manipulative touch. I tensed and went utterly still when he pressed against my asshole.
“Speak to her again, and I’ll penetrate her virgin ass,” Dante warned.
Luca’s lips pressed together, but his dark eyes promised Dante a slow, painful death.
Our captor rubbed my g-spot, lighting me up with unwilling bliss. “Don’t stop, darling. You’re doing a wonderful job for your first time. See how hard you’re making him?”
Luca snarled, but he didn’t dare to say anything else, sparing me from the worst humiliation.
“Take him deeper,” Dante prompted me.
I fell into a mindless rhythm, pumping Luca’s cock while I sucked him as deep as I could. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged again.
Dante rubbed my clit. “Breathe. You can take more.”
My body softened in his expert hands, and pleasure began to ripple through me, starting at my core to reach my fingers and toes. Luca’s cock slid into my throat, and he choked on a harsh shout. His powerful body shook beneath me, trembling with the effort of holding himself back. I knew he wanted to take control, to thrust into me and claim my mouth in the way he desired.
But he had no control, and neither did I. We were Dante’s now, his toys to play with for his own sick amusement. My body wasn’t my own. And I was robbing Luca of his autonomy too.
Luca growled, and his cock stiffened in my mouth.
“Squeeze his balls again, darling. Don’t let him come. You orgasm first. Always.”
I obeyed, and Luca’s rough cry pierced my heart. At the same time, Dante rubbed my g-spot hard, and his thumb ground against my clit. He wrung ecstasy from my body, forcing it to crash through me in waves.
I screamed around Luca’s shaft, and Dante’s fingers tangled in my hair. He pushed me down, making me take my real husband deep in my throat while I shattered. Luca roared his agonized pleasure, and he released into my mouth.
“Take it all,” Dante growled. “Swallow, pet.”
As I complied, he stimulated me mercilessly, so that bliss sang through my veins. Every fiber of my being glowed with carnal ecstasy, even as my soul shrieked in protest.
Luca groaned, and Dante finally pulled me off his cock, allowing me to draw in a gasping breath. Oxygen flooded my deprived lungs, making me lightheaded. The room spun around me, and when Dante released my sex from his demanding hands, I collapsed on top of Luca.
I crawled up his body, half-blind with tears.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I wrapped myself around him, clinging to his strong, bound frame.
He trembled beneath me, but his voice was low and soothing when he replied. “It’s okay, kitten. I’m right here. I’m okay. It’s not your fault.”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sobbed.
Dante had finally broken me.
Chapter 19
Dante
Something dark and ugly stirred in my chest as I watched Nora cling to my most hated enemy. She was mine. My wife, not his. She might not be ready to accept the truth, but I found that I didn’t like seeing her cuddling up to Luca. I could be patient with her, but I wouldn’t stand here and allow her to sob in another man’s arms.
If Nora was going to cry on anyone, it would be me. I’d earned those tears. Her scream of pleasure had been for me, not him.
My hands closed around her shoulders, and I had to pry her away from Luca. She sobbed and thrashed, fighting me so that she could stay with him.