Page 59 of Beautiful Torment (Empire of Kings #1)

“Use your words.” He squeezes my ass. “You were so free with them a minute ago.”

“I don’t hate you,” I whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s a nice apology.” He softens his touch, soothing the roughness of his grip. “But you still haven’t told me what you want.”

“I want you inside me.”

“We have company.” He slides his fingers beneath my thong and teases me with a featherlight touch. “You want me to fuck you in front of them?”

We both know that’s the reason he brought me here, but he wants to hear me say it. Maybe it’s the thrill of the forbidden, or maybe I just really like the idea of being claimed so publicly by Angelo. But the thought of him fucking me in front of other people makes my insides twist with need.

“Yes,” I breathe. “That’s what I want.”

He makes a rough sound of approval, and I feel it between my thighs.

He wants this too.

“Open the door,” Angelo orders.

Someone does as he bids, and when he removes my blindfold again, I do a quick visual sweep of the room.

The robed man is sitting on the couch Angelo vacated, a naked woman cuddled up on either side of him, while the third kneels before him—sucking him off. Even so, his attention is on us.

Soon, they aren’t the only ones. With the door open, several other men filter into the room and watch as Angelo moves around behind me, opening a bottle and reaching for something else I can’t see.

A moment later, he slides my thong aside, pressing something smooth and hard against my ass. I suck in a sharp breath as he eases the object past the tight muscle, then slowly slides it in and out, opening me up to his satisfaction.

It’s longer than the first plug he used, so I can only imagine what it might be. When he seats it fully inside me, I can feel it stretching me in preparation for his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “You take it so well.”

I soak up his words, goosebumps skittering over my entire body as his palms travel the length of my back.

He rubs the tension from my muscles, and I come alive for him, arching into his touch as much as the restraints will allow.

It’s a different kind of torture not being able to move, and I know that’s the point.

My body will take what he gives me, bearing every thrust of his huge cock as he fucks me into this cushion.

I ache in anticipation, caught between the need for his possession and the desire for this moment to never end.

Every brush of his fingers along my body floods me with warmth and pleasure.

He draws it out as the crowd watches, enrapt.

And I realize this is a different kind of claim.

Every inch of skin he touches is a declaration.

He wants them to know that I belong to him.

I never knew I could need something this much.

The fact that he can see these parts of me that so desperately long for affection and approval should terrify me.

If it were anyone else, it would. But I crave this intimacy with him, and somehow, I know he’s the only one who could ever nourish this hunger in me.

When he finally unzips his pants, my body has completely melted into the cushion. I’m soft, pliable, and his for the taking.

I peek at him over my shoulder, watching his hot, dark gaze move over me.

Even behind the mask, I can see the war in his eyes.

He wants me, and he also wants to punish me.

I’m not sure which side will win today, but when I glance at the crowd and notice the women staring at his cock, the primal part of me claws its way out.

My lips part, as if to tell them he’s mine, but I choke on whatever I was going to say.

Angelo presses a button, startling me when it turns on what can only be a vibrator lodged in my ass.

A tingling, pulsing current thrums inside me, radiating outward with such intensity that I feel it throughout my entire body.

A strangled sound of pleasure ejects from my mouth, and it only amplifies when Angelo drags two of his fingers through my arousal and slides them into my pussy.

I think I say something in Italian, but it doesn’t even register in my brain. I was sure he wrecked me the first time he fucked me with a plug inside, but that was nothing. This is so intense, I can already feel the pressure building rapidly inside me.

“You like that?” Angelo hums, an edge of darkness to his voice. “We’ll see how much you like me when I’m done with you today.”

The uncertainty of his threat drifts away as he starts to fuck me with his fingers.

Warmth rushes over my body, a violent sense of urgency spilling out of me as I start to beg him.

I’m terrified he’s going to take me right to the edge and abandon me.

Every thrust pushes me closer, escalating with a merciless intensity.

And then, all at once, an endless cascade of pleasure crashes through me, stealing my breath and blurring my vision.

I come so hard I feel myself gushing all over his fingers. Angelo growls out his satisfaction, then, without warning, he shoves another vibrator in my pussy and turns it on. This one has an attachment that touches my clitoris, and the immediate overstimulation makes my entire body jerk.

I make some indecipherable noises I think are words, but Angelo denies me any reprieve. He leaves both vibrators on as he stalks around the platform and stops in front of me. His pants are hanging open at the waistband, briefs tugged down, his beautiful cock on full display.

When he winds my hair around his fist, I know foreplay is officially over. He guides his cock to my mouth, and I open for him, widening my jaw as he pushes so deep it feels like he might break it in half.

Once he’s lodged in my mouth, he grabs me by the throat with his other hand and uses that grip to fuck me. I’m so full, stretched in every possible way, it feels like there are three of him inside me.

I can’t move my head at all, but he’s angled me so our eyes remain locked.

The rapture in his gaze melts my insides as he watches me surrender to him completely.

He’s so hard for me as he uses my mouth, fucking me deep and rough.

His pleasure ripples through me with every shuddered breath.

I can feel his muscles tightening, feel the primal possession in his touch as he glances at the crowd.

There’s no question this is his exhibition of ownership, and that does something to me I can’t put into words.

Before I can brace for it, another orgasm tears through me—sudden and relentless. Spasms rack my body as I clench around both vibrators, choking on Angelo’s cock. Tears stream down my face, and the guttural sound that vibrates up from my throat sends him over the edge right along with me.

His fingers compress the tender flesh of my neck, a tremor running all the way down his arm and into me as his cock convulses in my mouth. Hot jets of cum spill over my tongue, filling me up as he gentles his grip and tilts my head back.

“Show them who you belong to,” he says roughly.

He doesn’t have to tell me what he wants. This is another display of his power as I swallow what he’s already given me and greedily suck his cock until there’s nothing left.

When he finally pulls himself free from my mouth, his thumb brushes my cheek. It’s the most subtle of touches, and yet it’s there. His approval.

I want to soak it up, but I’m dying inside from overstimulation. My lips part as a whimper escapes me.

“Please.” I squeeze around the vibrators. “It’s too much.”

“Oh, piccola .” He gives me a dark look. “I’m not even close to finished with you yet. You’re going to give me one for every lie you’ve told.”

A sliver of dread curls in my gut because I know he means it.

I almost say his name, but I catch myself.

He releases his grip on me and circles back around, removing the vibrator from my pussy. It’s a temporary relief, a fraction of a second to catch my breath before he thrusts his cock inside me.

“Oh, God,” I beg. “Please.”

“Sorry, bella . No God here.” He sweeps his palms over the curves of my ass and grabs my hips. “There’s only me, and you know I don’t show mercy.”

A strangled sound gets caught in my throat as he buries himself as deep as I can take him. There’s so much pressure with the vibrator still plunged in my ass, I feel like I’m going to explode.

Angelo doesn’t hold back, brutalizing my poor, tender pussy with every thrust until he makes me scream when I come again.

My body collapses against the cushion beneath me, head lolled, chest squeezing as I try to catch my breath. But there’s no time. He pulls out of me, only to replace his cock with the vibrator again, turning it up to a punishing level that forces another orgasm out of me within seconds.

I’m wrung out, completely spent, and could swear I have nothing left to give as he pulls the vibrator from my ass and replaces it with his cock.

He’s so much bigger, there’s no blunting the feeling as he stretches me wide and fucks me hard.

His hips slam into my ass and jerk my body against the restraints with every impact.

“Have anything to tell me yet?” he grunts.

This is his form of torture, and even though I’m not sure I can withstand it, I don’t say a word. I give him nothing.

I come again—losing track of how many that is. It all blends together, and this time, I squirt all over him.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers biting into me.

He keeps going, growling out the same question over and over as he pounds me into oblivion.

I whimper, barely able to lift my head as my body betrays me and comes again.

It goes on and on until he wrings out every last orgasm I can possibly endure.

It’s pure agony, and every nerve ending is raw when he finally buries himself and comes in my ass with a shudder.

I feel him everywhere. I can still taste his cum in my throat and his warmth inside me.

My pussy throbs, and when he finally pulls the vibrator from me, tears streak down my face.

But even that requires too much energy, and eventually those dry up too.

Every muscle in my body aches as he leans over me and strokes my jaw.

“Anything left?”

I shake my head. I lost count of how many times he made me scream. Too many, but he’s still not satisfied. Even as he touches me with tenderness, I can hear the edge in his voice. His frustration. His anger. The betrayal still lingering between us like a bomb that might detonate at any moment.

“You left me,” I croak, embarrassed when I start to cry for real.

I’m overstimulated and raw, and not just physically, but emotionally.

“Everyone out,” Angelo says.

At his order, the room clears, and the door shuts behind them, leaving me alone with my husband. That privacy offers me the safety I need as a sob breaks free.

Angelo mutters a low curse, working quickly to undo my restraints.

I can’t even lift my head, and all my limbs are numb when he picks me up. He carries me to another chair and sits down with me in his lap, cradling my head against his chest as he massages the feeling back into my body.

“I didn’t leave you,” he rasps. “I was with you both nights, cara . You just didn’t see me.”

His words should comfort me, but they don’t. Something has broken in me, and I can’t seem to shut off my emotions anymore.

“What could be so bad that you won’t tell me?” he presses.

The confession is on my lips. But fear whispers through me.

I’d rather have his anger than nothing at all.

I draw in a staggered breath and meet his gaze. “Can we go home now?”

A long, tense moment of silence passes before he nods. Then he rises, wraps me in a blanket, and takes me home.