Page 83 of Corrupted By You

Zeno flung the gold cross off his neck and gathered my shaking hands together in a prayer clasp. He looped the chain around my joined wrist three times in a way that left no room for me to break away.

The cross hung like something blasphemous.

In this bed of worship, my husband wished to make a votary out of me.

“What’s my name?” He dragged my body back to him with impatience and the silk sheets slithering beneath me cooled my flushed skin.

“M-Master Zeno.”

“Good. Now you’re going to atone for your sins the same way all bad girls do,mon ange.” He coaxed me to spread my thighs and they fell open like the pages of a book with a perfectly cracked spine. “On your back.” He thumbed open my pussy and dribbled spit on it. “With your hands tied.” He stamped his sinister grin on my clit. “And screaming for forgiveness.”

I threw my head back with abandon as Zeno gave French-kissing a whole new meaning. He devoured every bit of me like an entitled monarch collecting his due. My thighs shook and I whimpered with every swipe of his warm tongue. I fisted his hair with my bound hands, the cross swinging against Zeno’s forehead. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“You only come when I give you permission or you’ll be punished, pet.”

I inhaled sharply.

My husband stroked my clit relentlessly. Drawing circles with the tip of his tongue. Sucking it into his mouth. Pumping softly. Driving me crazy. The smug twinkle in his eyes proved just how well he’d mastered my body.

The drapes around the bed flayed with the night breeze, fluttering like my racing heart, joining the choir of my screams.

The only name on my lips belonged to Zeno.

“Apologize,” he commanded, his tongue entering my opening, jigging and fucking me so good, my soul sang.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” My hips bucked against him and I fucked his tongue with desperation. “Please, please, please!”

“Are you going to make me jealous again?” His fingers plucked my nipples, while his mouth played with my pussy like it was the finest instrument and he was a connoisseur of every breathy strain escaping my lips.

“N-No, Master.” The sounds of my squelching arousal and his famished groans as he ate me out created the most glorious of hymns. One that I wished to hear every night until the day I died. “Now, please, let me come!”

I wanted this man to devour me whole and not leave a single bone behind.

I wanted him to split the very ground beneath our feet and drag me down to a place where the only thing that mattered wasusand this intoxicating thrill.

Zeno didn’t give me permission.

And I was at the end of my restraint when he hit a spot deep inside of me.

My body trembled under his attention and I peaked, my scream igniting the enclosure where my lightness meshed with his darkness.

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and I breathed laboured, still coming, still asking for forgiveness, still begging for my husband.

A shard of moonlight seeped through the drapes, illuminating the very moment Zeno’s tongue flicked out to take a final lick of my pussy. My beautiful, domineering husband remained eclipsed like a villain, but the outline of his body was highlighted by the soft yellow glow of the candles surrounding our bed when he surged to his knees.

Zeno wiped his chin and mouth with the back of his hand, and swooped his other one down his rock-hard cock. He looked like a tyrant with his hair disheveled, his eyes black as night, his strapping body heaving.

“I cannot wait anymore,” he hushed with narrowed eyes. “I want you.”

I raised my shackled hands like an offering. “I want to touch you while you take me.”

Zeno removed his chain and put it back around his neck with a swift swing. The cross settled against its rightful place.

My hands set off on a mission, learning him anew. I touched his naked muscles and sketched every indentation of his abs, his pecs, his biceps, his everything. Growing confident, I traced his scars and tattoos, knowing there was a story in each one. I longed to hear his journey, but that was a conversation for another night.

My palms rested on his shoulders. “You are perfect, Zeno.”

His gaze snapped to mine. An inch of brutality swept off his features. I inflicted another chink in his armour and he almost looked mad about my compliment. “This is going to hurt you, Darla. No matter how slow I try to go.”