Page 46 of Scandalous Kingpin

“Then I’ll end them right after I fuck you.”

My thighs quivered at that thought and my nipples tightened, this reaction confusing me. This wasn’t me. I didn’t have kinks.

You don’t know, my mind mocked.You’re just a virgin.

Maybe I should have told him. It seemed wrong to lose my virginity like this. Yet, I couldn’t push words from my lips. Deep down, I knew I wanted this. I wanted him to take me. Roughly. Without mercy.

I was desperate for him to take all of me.

As if he sensed my surrender, he spun me around and tugged me closer. One moment I was pressed against him, and the next I was laid out on the cold marble altar, golden candle holders and cups flying around, clanking against the ground.

“You’re mad at me.” I shook my head. “Don’t deny it.” His voice was low and deep, growling. “You’re upset because I didn’t kiss you.”

He was too damn perceptive. I’d have to keep that in mind.

“Yes,” I admitted. “You should have kissed me properly in the church.”

“Except, I don’t kiss.”

His words sent shock through me but before I could dwell on it, he gathered up my dress and shoved it up above my hips, exposing my bare pussy and thighs, both slick with my arousal.

“You’re liking this.” He laughed roughly. “Maybe you’re as sick as I am.”

I shook my head frantically. “Not if we both enjoy it,” I protested breathlessly. “You should kiss me.”

A fleeting brush of his lips against mine. It could hardly be called a kiss but pure lust erupted inside me so violently I grew dizzy.

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” He cupped my pussy, slapping it.Hard.

I cried out as he smacked me again and then started to rub me savagely, the friction making pain and pleasure build within me.

His fist tightened in my hair right before he rammed two fingers into my soaking wet pussy, wrenching a cry from my throat as my back arched off the altar.

“I asked you a question, wife,” he rasped. “Whose fucking pussy is this?”

“Yours!” I sobbed. “Please, Christian… I have to tell you something.”

He stilled, his eyes finding mine.

“You—” I watched his Adam’s apple work as he swallowed. “You don’t like this.”

His fingers still inside me, my breathing turned ragged.

“I do, but—” I swallowed and held his eyes as I whispered, “I’m a virgin.”

Surprise flashed in his eyes and his expression softened before his admittance came in a rough voice.

“I’ll make sure it’s good for you. Always good.” He chuckled, bitter amusement passing through his gaze as he added, “I remembered you from that night in Chicago. I meant to teach you a lesson for what you and your band of amateur criminals did, but I fell under your spell, didn’t I.” The tip of his nose came to nuzzle mine. “You’re the first woman I have ever truly wanted. And once I tasted you… touched you… I couldn’t stop.”

A strange kind of possessiveness shot through my veins and I lifted to my elbows, my wedding dress still bunched around my waist.

“You’re the first man to ever go down on me,” I whispered. “I’ve fooled around with other men, kissed some, but never that.” I inhaled a deep breath before exhaling. “Although, I’ve used plenty of toys by myself.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“I want their names.” It was a harsh demand, but his voice was so full of lust and need it drove me crazy. He ran a rough hand down my bare legs. “And I want to see those toys.”

I had to bite down on a laugh. “Christian, I don’t even remember them, and anyway, forget the toys. You’re the only one I want.”

“No matter,” he murmured, pulling out his fingers. “I’m going to find them.”