I caught her left hand, thumb brushing over the wedding ring weighing down her finger. “I think I do. And I’m telling you you’re not going.”
With a snarl, she ripped her hand from mine. Her breasts heaved, her eyes wild with rage. She was so goddamn beautiful in that moment that it hurt. My cock was already hard just watching her defy me, knowing she would lose. Her disobedience would make weaker men cower. But for me? It was the match to my fuel. The spark that unleashed the forest fire of desire.
Her chin tilted up in defiance as I drank her in. She fought back even when she knew how useless it was. Her hand shot out, gripping the hard length in my slacks. “Try to stop me.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, love.”
“I was born for dangerous games.”
I watched her for a moment, trying to hold back, but it was pointless. Her words, her utter defiance, crushed my control. I could have lost her tonight. It’d been at the back of my mind since Killian pointed it out. The thought of seeing her laid out on the floor of that auction hall, another bullet wound through her perfect body, broke me. My walls tumbled down until everything I’d been holding back the past few hours surged forward. The pain. The anger. The fucking need to destroy that which was trying to destroy us.
I grabbed and lifted her, hauling her legs around my waist. She gasped as I gripped her thighs, holding her against my hard cock, letting her feel what her defiance does to me.
“Put me down, Dante. I’m going, and you can’t stop me.”
“Watch me.” I stalked towards the bed, dumping her there.
The button of her jeans popped open in my hands, and I yanked the material down until it tangled around her legs before she could even attempt to get up. Ripping her shirt over her head, I kept one wrist in the sleeve, looping it around and under before locking both wrists behind her back. Sienna let out a frustrated scream, hips bucking in protest. I pinned her down, hands slipping behind her back, holding her still.
“You’re not going alone,” I snarled. “In fact, you’re not going at all.” She was fucking delusional if she thought I would have ever agreed to her playing martyr. In this world, there were no heroes. No vigilantes. You either played by the rules or made the game yourself—you didn’t cave to the will of others. And there was no way I would ever let my queen bend to anyone but me.
“I have to save her,” she hissed. “She’s my best fucking friend!”
“And you’re my wife,” I roared. “Carrying my child! If you think I’ll let you run off and put yourself in danger, then you’re fucking insane.”
She spits in my face, writhing beneath me. “Let me go, Dante. Fucking let me go.” Still, I held her down.
“There’s no chance,” I snapped. “It’s a trick. A fucking trap. And you’d just walk right into it.”
Sienna went still, fire burning in her gaze. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll never forgive you.”
My lip curled. “Baby, I don’t need your forgiveness.”
What little control I had left snapped. The monster I’d tried so hard to keep at bay came roaring up, clawing its way to the surface. It wouldn’t let her go even if she promised to hate me my entire life. Even if she threatened to kill me. It knew that she was mine, and it would do anything to protect her.
Slipping my belt from its loops, I held her down, buckling it over her mouth until her screams were finally fucking muffled. I was doing this for her own good. To keep her safe. She didn’t get to put her fucking life in danger when it wasn’t just her life on the line. When it wasn’t her heart she was risking.
Tied up and gagged, I eased off her, admiring my work. Fuck, I should have done this sooner, but I liked her mouthy. I reached around and snapped her bra free, letting her perfect tits hang out. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, digging my teeth in. I couldn’t help myself. I groaned as she whimpered, chest heaving with anger and frustration.
I rolled her other nipple between my fingers, releasing the one I had between my teeth before leaning over to give the other the same treatment. Pain mixed with pleasure—my fucking specialty. I liked watching her writhe beneath me. Liked feeling her anger rolling off her in waves, eyes like daggers. Dipping my fingers between her thighs, I could already feel how slick and wet she was. Sienna rolled her hips, jerking away before I caught her thighs, gripping them tight. I liked when she tried to fight back.
The monster within me purred.
I kissed and nipped at the soft skin of her thighs, biting hard enough to leave marks on her skin. I wanted her to feel the same pain, the same anger that was burning inside me. I wanted to claim her, to show her that she couldn’t disobey me without fucking consequences. Her body was mine. Her soul was mine. There was nothing she could do without my say-so.
She just needed to be reminded of that.
Taking out my cock, I stroked it a few times, admiring the way her chest flushed red, the way I knew she was cursing me in her mind. Ripping her panties down around her knees, I flung her legs over one shoulder before rubbing my cock back and forth across those slick folds of hers. She whimpered, angry at herself for actually liking this. And fuck, did she like it. I let her coat me with her wetness, feeling her need drench my cock.
“I told you,” I growled, lining up with her entrance. “I told you you’re mine. And that fucking means you obey what I say. If you don’t—you pay the fucking price.”
I thrust in, impaling her. She groaned, her pussy clenching around my cock so tightly that I nearly forgot who the fuck I was. She was so tight, so wet, gripping me like a damn glove until I lost all sense of awareness. The monster fully consumed me.
“If I have to fuck the defiance out of you, then I will,” I told her coldly. “If I have to keep you tied up on this bed just to get you to obey, then I will. The minute you put that ring on your finger, I made a promise to protect you. And I’m going to fucking keep that promise.”
My cock buried deep inside her, making her pussy clench around me. I pinned her thighs to my shoulders and let loose, fucking her harder than I ever had before. I could feel her wetness dripping from her pussy, coating me and slipping down my balls. Wrapping one arm around her thighs, I dipped my hand between them, fingers finding her clit. My thumb swirled around the hardened nub, and I couldn’t help but enjoy watching her body twitch beneath me.
Any hint of disobeying me disappeared from her eyes as I fucked her, replaced by desire and hot, twisted need. I thrust into her, over and over, burying myself to the balls every single time. She was so fucking slick that I easily slid all the way in each time. Her eyes rolled back with each deep, powerful thrust. Harder and harder I fucked her until she’s screamed into my belt, the makeshift gag doing its job.