Page 92 of Thorns of Death

Darkness flashed in his gaze, pulling me into those obsidian pits. He unbuckled his belt slowly, the leather swishing through the air as he pulled it free from the loops of his trousers. He held on to the belt as he toed off his shoes and socks, then unfastened his pants. He stepped out of his trousers, leaving him standing gloriously naked.

Clearly the man didn’t believe in boxers.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” His voice was so full of carnal promises, I could hardly breathe. The sweet seduction in the tone of his voice and that Italian accent were enough to make me see stars.

“No.”

“Would you like to?” I squirmed under his intense scrutiny. What the fuck was wrong with me? The man all but forced this marriage on me. Held secrets involving my mother. There were so many lies surrounding him that he’d suffocate us all. And here I was, contemplating the thought of him spanking me.

“Yes, but don’t use the belt,” I murmured against my better judgment. The way his nostrils flared intoxicated me. He snatched my jaw, holding it tightly, then kissed me hard, brutally and demandingly.

Like a flower to the sun, I yielded, eager for more of him. Something about his touch and his possession had awakened a part of me I didn’t know existed.

“Count to five,dolcezza,” he purred, clearly satisfied with my answer. “We’ll start slow.Va bene?” His mouth came to my left ass cheek and he pressed a kiss on it, biting gently. “Va bene?” he repeated.

“I don’t know Italian,” I reminded him.

He kissed my right ass cheek. “You count to five. Okay?”

I briefly closed my eyes, trying not to picture what he was seeing. My ass in the air, drenched with my arousal. But then I remembered how he’d kissed my dark hole a few minutes earlier with fervor, and I allowed myself to relax.

“Okay.”

He inhaled deeply.

“Cazzo, you smell so fucking good.” A shudder rolled through my spine hearing his thick accent. His rough palm petted me gently, and something in my chest shifted. He put his one knee on the mattress, between my legs. “Are you ready?”

I nodded.

The first slap reverberated in the air and my ass cheek caught on fire. I sucked in a breath.Fuck!He quickly brought his hand to the burning flesh and rubbed it gently. “Shhh, it will bring you pleasure.Te lo prometto.” Then, remembering I didn’t understand Italian, he added, “I promise.” His strong hands held me, keeping my ass in the air. “Count,dolcezza.”

“One,” I panted. Another slap. “Two.” My body reeled forward and my clit throbbed in response as my slickness ran down my inner thighs. He rubbed the sensitive flesh, then switched to the other side. Another slap. “Three,” I moaned.

The pain from the slaps turned into heat. I pushed back, rubbing like a cat against his muscular thigh, seeking friction.

“Such a good girl.” His hand rubbed my skin, soothing the fire. The contrast between his roughness, control, and tenderness was my undoing. I wanted more of it.

“Don’t stop.”

He spanked me again and again. He etched himself inside me with each slap and I fucking thrived on it. My knees went weak as sensation exploded on my skin with each of his ministrations, and I would have collapsed to the bed if he hadn’t been holding me up. My skin sang with pleasure, every inch of me throbbing with the need to feel him inside me.

“Please, fuck me. I need to come,” I whimpered. I was an incoherent mess, my skin sensitive. I pushed my hips back into his pelvis, causing his tip to skim to the entrance to my ass. We both froze, the temptation right there. I turned my head to find his fingers gripping his cock, the burning look in his eyes matching the fire licking my skin.

“Tu sei mia,”he growled.“You’re mine now. My wife. My toy. My everything.”

My resistance perished. “Yes, yes… yes.” The needy edge to my voice was evident. My voice was breathy—sultry. “Just fuck me already,” I sobbed.

In the next moment, I felt his hard length at my hot entrance. I waited, the throbbing on my ass matching the one between my thighs.

He leaned over until his lips met the shell of my ear. “I like hearing you beg.”

He reached his thumb around and found the swollen nub of my clit. He flicked it once and my back arched into him.

“Please… please.” I panted, ready to go up in flames. “I’m begging you, Daddy, give me your cock.”

Before I could take my next breath, he thrust inside me until he was fully seated, my walls stretching around his length. He grunted. I moaned. My fingers clutched the bedding, and I turned my head, seeking his mouth.

His lips found mine and he kissed me hard.