Page 41 of Beautiful Torment (Empire of Kings #1)

I drag my wet fingers out of her pussy and suck them into my mouth, tasting her like a fucking fiend. She glances over her shoulder to watch, and her pupils flare as she releases a shaky breath.

It feels…too intimate. So I lean over her and push her face back into the bed.

“How long were you watching me before the wedding?” Her question comes out muffled by the blanket.

“Why?” I scrape my teeth over her earlobe and tug. “Remembering how much you enjoyed being hunted down like prey?”

Her body clenches in response, and I know if I were inside her right now, her pussy would be clamped around my dick.

“Why do you even care what I like if the goal is just to procreate?” she questions. “Why stalk me in the first place? It seems like a waste of time if that’s all this is about.”

Her observations grate on me, so I bite down on her neck and make her gasp.

“Because I can.” I lick the sting away. “Now get back to the point. You aren’t a virgin anymore. Tell me all the filthy ways you want to be fucked.”

“You have a list,” she reminds me.

“Better to hear it from your lips.” My voice is a rough caress against her skin. “We already know you like running from me just so I can catch you and drag you back. Maybe we should play that game again.”

She makes a soft sound of approval.

“And what about being captured when you don’t know it’s me?” I ask. “Do you want me to terrorize you, cara ?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I like that.”

It’s tempting to tell her how much I like that too, but she’d be far too pleased with herself.

“You should know it will always be me who catches you.” I drag my nose along her throat, inhaling her. “No matter how far you run.”

Goosebumps skitter over her arms as I wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze.

I slowly arch her body, pulling her up by the throat and forcing her head back until she’s looking at me.

There isn’t a trace of uncertainty in those soft green eyes.

She’d let me fold her up into a pretzel and cream-fill every hole on her body.

The idea that my sweet, proper wife gets dripping wet for this kind of depravity makes me so fucking hard I could drill her straight through a wall. The little traitor would probably like that too.

Which reminds me why we’re here in the first place.

“You’ll only play these games with me.” I breathe the words into her hair. “There will be plenty who want to test me, and their blood will be on your hands if you entertain those ideas.”

“Like Matteo?” she rasps out.

I tighten my grip on her throat, growling out my last warning. “He’s dead to you. Don’t ever say that name again.”

She lets out an anguished sound, and it annoys the fuck out of me.

I let her go without warning, and she drops onto the bed, air heaving out of her lungs.

I lean back and straddle her thighs, unzipping my trousers and yanking down my briefs.

My cock falls heavy against her leg, the engorged size of it weighing it down.

She jumps a little at the impact, and I know she’s remembering what it felt like inside her.

“You know what I think?” I stuff my fingers deep into her pussy with one thrust. “I think you liked the idea of him watching me fuck you.”

“No,” she arches up, the word hissing through her teeth.

“No?” I slide my fingers out, and she bites back a mewl. “If not him, then who?”

She presses her lips together, as if that will save her from answering.

“You can’t lie to me, Abella.” I drag my aching cock down the seam of her hot, wet pussy. “I’ve seen your search history. I know what books you read and exactly what you say about them in your little group chat. I know every highlight you’ve made?—”

“Okay,” she snaps. “I get it. You’ve dug up everything on me. When do I get to see yours?”

A low groan rumbles in my throat. She’s combative this afternoon, and it only makes me want to fuck her harder. She may have convinced herself she wants to argue, but when I swirl the head of my cock around her clit, she forgets what she’s mad about.

On that note, so do I.

I torture her for a while, making her squirm as I tease the head of my cock against her. I plan to do it until she’ll only have nice things to say—like “please” and “thank you.”

She lets out a frustrated little huff and glances over her shoulder at me.

“What’s the matter, cara ? Mad you don’t have a cock up your ass yet?”

She props herself up with her elbow, bracing her chin in her hand like this is boring her. “I didn’t realize you’d need so much…romance. All this conversation and foreplay. Are we going to talk about our feelings next?”

A humorless laugh vibrates in my chest. I smack her on the ass—hard. She yelps. I stroke my cock and stare at her pink pussy, gleaming with arousal. It looks so goddamn inviting, I want to live in it. But again, this is a matter of principle.

She watches me pleasure myself, irritation and fascination warring in her eyes. After a few rough pulls, she starts to wriggle again.

“Fine,” she grumbles. “You win, okay?”

“Win what?” I arch a brow at her. “Are we playing a game?”

“Please.” She rocks back against me in frustration. “I want to come.”

I hum my approval. “Look at you, learning such good manners.”

She bites her lip to hold back whatever smartass remark is on her tongue.

“I’ll do it, but only because you asked nicely.”

I grab her by the hips and spread her apart, pushing into her warmth with a shuddering breath.

It goes in easier than the first time, but it’s still a slow-won battle.

The way her pussy has to visibly stretch to fit around my cock will live rent-free in my head.

She’s going to feel me for days every time I fuck her.

She won’t sit, move, or breathe without remembering me lodged between her thighs.

“Ohhh…” She draws out the sound when I settle deep inside her. She’s definitely feeling the intensity of having both holes filled.

I grab her ass and knead the flesh as I pull back and thrust into her. She cries out and clenches around me like a vise, already trying to milk the cum out of me.

“Oh God,” she whimpers.

“I like it when you remember to say your prayers,” I tell her. “Such a respectable Italian principessa .”

She grunts as I set a faster pace, pounding hard enough to make the anal plug shift with every thrust. Then she really starts speaking in tongues. Most of it’s just broken, incoherent sounds, with the occasional please thrown in.

There’s never been a more satisfying sight than Abella taking my cock like her life depends on it. And right now, given the choice, there’s no question she’d cut off her own air supply to keep me inside her.

I grip her ass cheeks and spread her apart. The glittering gemstone on her anal plug looks so pretty wedged in her tight hole, it’s taunting me. I pump in and out of her, fighting the urge to obliterate her pussy the way I really want to.

I can’t fuck her if she can’t walk, and right now, my sole purpose in life is to impregnate her. Once that’s accomplished, the Vitale legacy will be secured, and everyone will know she’s well and truly claimed.

I reach for the anal plug and twist it inside her. The sound she makes vibrates all the way through my dick.

“You want to come, cara ?”

“Yes,” she pants.

I pick up the pace, brutalizing her poor, tender pussy as she begs me over and over. The chances of conception are better if I let her come. But the part of me that likes to torture her wants to withhold it so she knows—I can give, and I can take.

Ultimately, I abandon all hope of restraint. It’s those goddamned noises she’s making. Crying and whining and pleading so sweetly. There isn’t a saint on this earth who could resist that.

I slide my hand between her and the bed and stroke her clit. I’ve held her back for so long, it only takes a few passes before I set her off. Her body clamps down so hard on my cock that it rips a guttural sound right out of my mouth. Then, she squirts all over me.

“Fuuuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ride it out as she contracts around me. It doesn’t work. I’m drowning in her cum, fucking soaked from her, and my brain is half-melted.

I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and unleash. My cock jerks inside her, pulsing out so much cum it feels like I just drained everything I had in me. It goes on for so long, it starts to spill out of her and drip down my balls.

Somewhere at the edge of my thoughts, I’m thinking about how I need to shove it all back in her. But first, what the fuck was that?

I’ve never come so hard in my life.

I release a ragged breath and glare down at her. I still have a white-knuckled grip on her ass, and when I release her, red fingerprints mark her skin. I like the sight of that far more than I should, and I resent her for it.

Even so, my dick is already swelling inside her—ready to claim the last piece of her innocence.

It’s a primitive desire that won’t be satisfied until I have it all.

I want every one of her firsts. I could blame it on the treaty, but it’s more than that.

It’s her. This clawing urge inside me isn’t just want for an heir.

It’s the want for her, and her alone, to bear those heirs.

Years of animosity have made me rabid with the need to lay claim to her.

It isn’t logical. There’s no making sense of it.

The fact is, she’s the last person I should want, but nobody else will do.

I reach for the silicone vaginal plug, shuddering as I slowly pull my dick from her warmth. The sight of my cum leaking from her pussy is so nice, I want to take a picture, frame it, and put it on my desk.

I push the dripping remnants of my release back inside her and seal it with the vaginal plug. Abella lets out a soft moan of approval that brings out the caveman in me. She likes the idea of being stuffed full, and I like the sight of her stretched open, both holes plugged and waiting for me.