Page 86 of Corrupted By You

“Good girl. You’re learning your lesson so well.”

His slick cock drew out and his tip grazed my left thigh, smearing my cum and a stroke of virgin blood over my white stockings in a ribald manner. I shivered. He smirked, depraved, before thrusting back inside of me with a vengeance. “Fucking hell, you take every inch so perfectly.”

Zeno’s hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head down so I could watch the chaos he wrought on my body. The way my breasts bounced. The way my stomach quivered. The way my wetness was splashed all over my inner thighs. The way he impaled himself so deep, I feared my insides would forever be molded to him.

My hand grasped the nape of his neck and I met him thrust for thrust with eager hips. “I want to come. I-I’m so close.”

His entire body rippled with my soft request. “No. You didn’t earn it,wife.”

I encased his face with my hands, beholding the depiction of Hades in the throes of passion. Black strands clung to his temples. Regal stubbled jaw clenched as he fought his impending orgasm. Mouth coated with the dregs of my arousal. And those turbulent eyes gazing down at me with an unguarded glitter.

It unravelled me.

“Please,” I begged. “Please.”

I kissed him everywhere. His chest, warmed by sweat. His neck, corded with strain. And his face, knotted aggressively by zeal.

“Goddammit.” He groaned like he was undone by my affection. “Show Master how tight little virgins come when they get fucked for the first time, baby.”

Just like that, I fell apart in his arms with a scream, barricading his shoulders like he was my lifeline as I drowned in a vast chasm.

Zeno Gianni De la Croix’s kiss tasted like longing with a hint of savagery. It started gentle and heartfelt, like a tender sip ofcrème de violetteon an exquisite spring afternoon before turning unruly, inflicting lashes of tongues and unapologetic teeth bites.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” My husband withdrew his cock—still hard because he hadn’t come—and replaced it with his fingers in my cunt, giving me two pumps as I basked in the aftermath of such a mind-numbing release. He stuck his wet fingers into his mouth and licked with a hum. My cum and virgin blood graced his palate like the juice of a forbidden fruit. “And you taste delicious,mon ange.”

God, that was so wrong. I loved it. “You’re sick, Zeno.”

He grinned and flipped me to my stomach. “So are you, Principal Hill. Now ass up and face down.”

I didn’t even have time to breathe before Zeno tugged my hair like reins and lifted me so I was on all fours.

He positioned his cock at my entrance and drove to the hilt in one smooth thrust. I squealed, my hands curling in the sheets. He slapped my ass. “Work those hips. I want to watch my sexy wife fucking me.”

Zeno bestowing that compliment in his sincere baritone had me moaning softly as I experimentally rocked my hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Good girl.” He was deeper than ever and I loved the way he hissed through gritted teeth when my inner walls strangled his cock. His grip on my waist tightened with every drive. I knew I’d have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow morning, but having sex with the filthiest man in the city was worth it. “Do you like taking your husband’s cock like this, baby?”

“No,” I panted. He peppered open-mouthed kisses over my spine. “Iloveit.”

We fit so perfectly, as though we were made for one another.

“Do you…like it?” A hint of self-consciousness seeped into my voice. I wanted Zeno to enjoy this as much as me.

“No.” I bit my lip when he pinched my clit, my eyes rolling back. Glancing over my shoulder, I soaked in his lazy, devilish smirk. “Iloveit, Darla.”

Zeno fucked me like he hated me but kissed me like he adored me. The way he whispered degrade and praise had me on the verge of another release. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was maddening. And soon enough, I shattered under his ministrations again, shouting his name into the sheets as he made me come for the third time tonight.

I was still reeling from my orgasm when he taunted, “You came before I gave you permission, Darla. Time for your punishment.”

Mindless with our erotic dance, I didn’t realize when Zeno reached over to the standing candelabra next to our bed. It housed three lit candles.

My eyes widened when he grabbed one.

Zeno poured warm wax all over my back, drawing a largeZfrom my shoulder blades, all the way down to my Venus’s dimples.

“Zeno!” I gasped, my whole body convulsing. I backed my ass in a silent demand for more while squeezing his cock with my pussy.

He obliged, varnishing me with another sign of ownership, aDintertwined with hisZ.