Page 145 of Jewel of the Assassin

There is nothing, fucking nothing, like fucking my wife while I stand on my brother’s bloating, oozing corpse.

I’m insatiable for her. My balls draw up tight, heavy, and ready to burst all over again. She takes it all. Her cheek pressed to the stone, her eyes glassy, brimmed with tears as I fuck her pussy against this altar until?—

—I pull out, my cock slapping her striped buttocks. I yank out the rosary beads. She gasps, knowing what I’m about to do. But her butt cheeks clench so tight. Too fucking bad. She knows what she’s supposed to do.

I part those cheeks, position my crown at her anus, and drive fast and hard through that pink ring of nerves, the pressure so blinding, I slap the altar as I come. From. One. Damn. Thrust.

“Oh, God, Roman!” Her pleas make my orgasm all the more powerful.

I fuck her through it. Not growing soft.

Because we live in a storm of adrenaline and endorphins. She is my addiction, my perdition, my petition. I’m damned for herand because of her. And I’ll burn in hell for eternity before I let her go.

The way she clenches, so fucking tense and tight, she’s got my dick in a feminine vice, the kind that tortures and tantalizes. I lean forward, pushing inside more as I kiss her neck and take her by the hips into an exquisite arch. I caress her full breasts with the hypersensitive nipples.

After my release, I remain here with her, suspended on top of the world, waiting for it to spin off its axis and send us spiraling together. She pants, breaths tattered as I pleasure her breasts and work her clit back and forth. Fucking love how she clamps down tighter around me every time.

I glance at the black bag Fleur left on the floor for us just before the altar. Lean down to the right ever so slightly so my hand can open it. A smirk twists.

“I’m convinced Zina is a peeping Thomasina, Valya,” I chuckle. “She was the one who rubbed oil into your cunt while you were asleep.”

Her breath hitches, her cheeks reddening in mortification.

“Don’t fret, my sweet Jewel. It’s not like that. Zina knows my beastly needs. She has been with me the longest. She has buried bodies with me. She has witnessed my darkest nature. So, rest assured, while I would have done something like this, she provided the tools.”

Valentina flicks her blood-stained hair back, her eyes wide. “What tools?”

Seated so deliciously inside her ass, I don’t hesitate to slide the two metallic balls inside her pussy. “Time to exercise those muscles, Moya Korleva. Show me what you can do. Hold them there while I fuck your sexy ass.”

When I trace my finger between her lips until I arrive at the apex of her pleasure, circling the little nub of flesh there, she squeezes all her muscles around those balls. She’s fucking soaked, sopping wet, but she miraculously holds them. It increases the pressure of her anal muscles.

I palm her mound, heel to her entrance, and knuckles rubbing her plump nodule. She’s flushed from head to toe, gasping for breath, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

My cock can’t take much more.

“Spread your legs, Valya. I’m coming in deeper now, fucking you. Brace yourself. We will be at this all day.”

“Oh, God, Roman!”

“Nothing but orgasmic bliss and the stench of rigor mortis like perfume to our senses.”

“Fuck, you do dirty talk like a goddamn religious rite.”

“So sweet,” I croon my approval near her ear, and she trembles.

I sense one of the balls beginning to slip, but she grasps it tight, sucking it back in with those superior kegel muscles.

“Steady, Moya Koroleva.”

It’s all the warning I give her before I press the button to light up those balls until they vibrate, hum little pulses through her pussy. Still, I don’t move. The metal orbs vibrate faster, controlled by my hand. It will only stimulate her more.

“Oh, God, it feels so good! Hurts so good, please, fuck me, Roman. Fuck. My. Ass!”

Who am I to deny my queen?

I ease out, cover my erection in lube from the bag and her fluids before sliding inside her again. Inch by fucking inch. A ball drops, clattering on the marble.

“I’m sorry, Roman. I tried?—”