Page 21 of Darkest Craving

VICTORIA

I should go, I know I should. But all I can focus on is my husband’s hands on my thighs, squeezing, then releasing, as if he’s fighting with himself on what to do to me.

And I can’t help it—my pussy clenches, wanting him to do whatever he has in mind. His touch sizzles on my sensitive skin, and the way he looks up at me sends tingles all throughout my body.

I wonder if he realizes the effect he has on me.

When he dragged me out of my parents’ house, I expected him to be cruel, to do all sorts of terrible things to me. But this? I never anticipated this, and I’d lie if I said I wasn’t secretly enjoying it. Enjoying the way he owns me.

If I stay silent, he’ll know he’s getting me worked up. If I start talking, he’ll know I’m deflecting. But if I don’t pick something, and pick it fast, he’ll pry my legs open, and he’ll see just how wet I am for no other reason than being in his presence.

“Thank you for telling me,” I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to…”

Nothing. I have absolutely nothing to do, and by the way he watches me—with faint amusement lining his eyes—he knows it.

He trails his hands up, making my dress ride until it’s no longer covering my panties. I suck in a breath, feeling his thumbs tickle me at the apex of my thighs in a gentle caress.

A groan rumbles from his chest, and I breathe out an involuntary whimper. I can feel my arousal being smeared around behind the lace, and if he were to touch his inked fingers to my entrance, he’d pull them back glistening.

“I think your needy pussy is ready for cock, Victoria. Wouldn’t you agree?”

My mind becomes a blur from the hormones breaking loose inside me. I close my eyes, breath trembling when he pulls at the edges of my panties until I’m bare for him.

I place my hands on his wrists to center myself. He’s so hard there, as if it’s where he holds all his strength. His skin is warm—hot, almost—making me think he’s burning for me the same way I am for him. Only I know he’s not.

All I am to him is a possession, nothing more. He made that clear the day after I lost my virginity. And yet… here I am, wanting more of the scraps he’s willing to give. How pathetic. I realize it, and how wrong I am to want him, but I can’t help it.

I spread my legs, deluding myself that this is me taking from him, and not the other way around. My husband lies back, knees apart, shaking his head slowly as if he can’t believe my gesture either.

He takes my left foot, planting it on the left side of his chair, before doing the same to my right one. Secured in place, he brings his hands back to his lap, and unbuckles his belt.

I watch, mesmerized, completely frozen in place.

The world could come to an end right now and I still wouldn’t leave this desk.

Wouldn’t leave his sight. Wouldn’t bring my knees back together.

Not now, when his hard cock is free, and he extends his hand toward me, inviting me to his body, to the pleasure I know he’ll offer.

There’s almost no hesitation when I take it, and he pulls me in, my planted feet helping me down until I’m hovering right above his erection.

“You’re an equestrian,” he says, caressing my hair, murmuring in my ear. “So put my cock right where you need it most… and ride me.”

My pulse is pounding in my ears.

Being so close to him, so intimately, makes me second-guess myself.

Hesitantly, I nod and gently lower myself into his lap, supporting myself with my arm around his neck, until his warm cock presses against my entrance.

I exhale, looking down between us, then back at him.

But when I do, he’s gone. His eyes are hooded, breath flowing in tandem with mine—scattered and uneven—his impatience showing in the sharp edges of his face.

“Don’t toy with me, love.” A low hum rumbles from his chest as he fists a hand in my hair, circling my waist with the other. Holding me close, closer, closer, until I’m all over him, and he’s all over me.

His lubricated head pushes at my entrance and my opening stretches to accommodate him.

“There’s my good girl,” he whispers, “there you are. Look at you, taking me so well.”

Butterflies spring to life in my core. I bite my lip, burying my face in the crook of his neck, his familiar cologne welcoming me.

I breathe it in, whimpering as my pussy glides down on my husband’s cock.

Down, down, down until I’m seated on his lap, and he’s inside me—not all of him, but enough that I can stop hovering.

Taking a second to center myself, I lean back, and I’m met with his open eyes this time.

Watching me. His self-control is swimming there, in the gold of him, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he takes charge.

So I lift myself up, drawing our pleasure out, then slowly take his cock back inside.

“Ahhh…” I moan, dipping my head back, closing my eyes, his strong body holding me up in more than one place. He chuckles in my ear—a cruel but delightful laugh that’s only broken by his groans.

Little by little, I lose myself in the moment, forgetting who we are to each other and what we’ve done…

I let my hips remember the movement as I ride his cock like he asked.

I take him in and out of my tight center, gliding over his lap until tingles spread from my pussy to the rest of my body, filling me with pleasure.

Wolfgang pulls me into his chest. Hand still fisted in my hair, he holds me in place.

“Fucking hell, love,” he says, pounding into me, his control shattering.

“Oh, God…”

I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he stands up with me, lying me down on his desk. Sturdy as it is, the wood moves with us, screeching against the floor from his powerful thrusts.

A hand wraps around my neck and squeezes, and I swear to God something new awakens inside me. I melt into the desk, feeling everything in my pussy, my mind struggling to understand what is happening to me.

Involuntarily, I bring my hands to his wrist, my survival instinct kicking in. Even if my knees widen simultaneously.

“Tap my arm if you want out.”

I do it, and he releases me immediately. I choke on the air I’m pulling in, my head feeling dizzy, empty of any thoughts. So much so that the only thing grounding me is the way his cock thrusts.

More heat pools at my entrance, and the pleasure builds, builds, and builds, making me squirm under his shadow.

“P-Please,” I whimper, my body slick with a light trickle of sweat underneath my summer dress.

“Please, what, Victoria? Use your words.”

But I can’t use my words. I can’t, because all I’m feeling is him. All I know is him. And what I’m asking for is more of this, even though he’s already everywhere.

“Again,” I say, taking both of us by surprise.

My air is cut off once more, and this time, I come all over his cock, lightheaded.

It feels as if I’m falling into the abyss, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Darkness takes over. My pussy clenches, squeezing the hard cock still thrusting and filling it up with more cum than it can take. It gushes out on my inner thighs.

Air fills my lungs once more, my vision returning little by little. And when it does, my husband’s face is above me, his scarred hand on my cheek, wiping away my tears.

“You’re okay, love. I’ve got you.”

A well of tears bursts out of me completely out of nowhere. Without thinking, I extend my arms up, reaching for him, and he pulls me up, cradling me to his chest.

His lips press against my forehead as he holds me. And I cling to him, fisting his shirt, crying, unable to grasp the underlying reason. He fucked me so hard I almost passed out, and my body loved it.

“You did so well, love. Let me take care of you,” he whispers, stroking the top of my head.

His tone is mellow, endearing, but strong, and it soothes parts of me I didn’t know existed.

For once, I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want to run away.

So I settle deeper into his arms, basking in the rare and gentle touches as my pussy holds on to his cum and the lingering feel of his cock inside me.

WOLFGANG

Panties down to her ankles, my wife nestles herself into my chest like she belongs. Because fuck, she does. I keep her knees bent with my arm, which lets me see her battered little pussy dripping with my cum.

I bring my hand there, pushing it back inside with a finger. She moans. And I can’t help but pump it in and out of her a few more times.

She’s so fucking wet and soft. My cock lengthens again. She’s everywhere—in my house, on my skin, in my head. And I don’t think I want her to be anywhere else at all.

She’s crying, she needs me, and I can’t make myself push her away again.

Not like this. I might be a criminal. A killer.

A lowlife. But I take care of what’s mine.

And no one’s ever been mine the way she is right now.

So raw, so vulnerable… baring herself to me like I’m her savior, not the monster who forced her into this.

In another life, maybe things could’ve been different— I could’ve been different. Maybe then I would deserve her… and she’d willingly give herself over to me like she is right now.

“It’s called sub-drop,” I explain, stroking her hair, satin under my scarred hands. “It’s when a submissive comes down from intense sex.”

Keeping her face hidden, her muffled voice says, “And what is this called?”

“Which part, love?”

“This. What we’re doing right now.” She sniffs, rubbing her eyes with her palms.

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “Aftercare.”

She sighs, her breath trembling with the remainder of her tears. “I thought you didn’t care.”

I pull her panties up, and she lifts her hips a little so they can go back in place. Instantly, a wet spot appears from her arousal and my cum. Massaging her pussy through them, I say—

“I think we both know it’s quite the opposite.”

I fucking killed a man in front of everyone for touching her.

It’s why I can’t bring myself to take her out of the house yet, even though I want nothing more than to show her off.

But after Father’s warning, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about what else I might do for this woman.

Pretty much everything I can think of would end up ruining my plans.

She pushes into my chest, avoiding my stare as she gets herself up.

“Thanks for… whatever,” she says, her cheeks flushing, soft pink.

I want to see more of that, so I don’t let her off the hook so easily.

“What a good girl. Thanking me for fucking her little cunt.”

She licks her lips, showing me a flash of her tongue, and without a single other word, she turns back around and leaves my study.

My cum drips down her thigh as she walks away, my cock hardening as satisfaction surges in me.