I hated when he said my name. It made me feel far too vulnerable.
I didn’t fight as he cuffed my other limbs, stretching my body until I was laid out before him like a sacrifice. While he completed his perverted work, I kept my eyes locked on Luca’s. Some of the tension around his mouth eased slightly, and I knew he was finding some small comfort in our connection, the strength of our unity against Dante. We were bound together by our marital vows, and the monster couldn’t tear us apart, no matter how sick his games became.
I was so focused on Luca that I didn’t see Dante approaching with the blindfold. It slipped over my eyes, hiding my husband from me. I twisted away, fruitlessly trying to throw off the length of black cloth. He knotted it securely at the back of my head, ensuring I couldn’t see Luca anymore.
“I don’t want this,” I protested, shaking my head.
He gently grasped my jaw, stilling my struggles. “Hush now, darling. Not being able to see will heighten your pleasure. Trust me.”
A half-mad laugh bubbled from my chest as anxiety fizzed through my veins. “Trust you? You’ve tied me up and blindfolded me.”
“Yes, I have.” He responded to my accusation as though he was being completely reasonable. “And I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of our game. I haven’t ever lied to you, have I? I always keep my promises.”
I pressed my lips together, holding in venomous words in case he changed his mind about not hurting me. He’d rendered me completely powerless, and he might punish me if I angered him.
But even as I thought it, an answering fear didn’t rise up to choke me.
Because he’d never lied to me. He was brutally honest about his desires, and he always followed through on his promises.
Even when they were terrible.
Especially when they were terrible.
He’d vowed to break Luca.
How much more could my husband take before his stoic strength started to crack?
I took a deep breath and calmed myself, resolving not to struggle. It would only upset Luca, because he was powerless to help me. If I didn’t appear distressed, this would be easier for him. I could bear whatever was to come. For both of us.
Cool air kissed my stomach, and I felt Dante’s calloused fingers trailing over my skin as he parted my robe, laying my body bare. He petted my sex, and my legs jerked, trying to close. The cuffs held me wide open, completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to me.
“Luca hasn’t been very well behaved today, but I’m going to give him a reward.” Dante’s toxic words were hot on my neck as he continued to caress my most private area, circling my clit and stoking my arousal. “I’m going to let him taste your sweet cunt.” He raised his voice, addressing Luca. “Come kneel between my wife’s legs and worship her pussy.”
I tensed, and the chains rattled against the metal bedposts. I didn’t want to play any part in demeaning my husband. It was bad enough when Dante forced him to watch helplessly while he toyed with me.
“Don’t,” I begged on Luca’s behalf.
Dante stroked my hair back from my cheek and shushed me again, as though he was soothing a defiant pet. The mattress dipped between my legs, and Luca’s body heat kissed my thighs. His big hands sank into my hips, pinning me down as his warm breath teased over my clit.
His harsh, dominant hold reminded me of how he’d completely possessed me on our wedding night, how he’d been unyielding in preparing me to accept him. He’d been intent on wringing pleasure from my body.
It seemed tonight would be no different.
I tried to close my legs again, to save him from the humiliating act of servicing me at Dante’s command. His fingers sank into my thighs, shoving them wider in a silent order to remain open for him. He growled against my sex in warning, and the vibration of the savage sound shuddered into my core. My clit pulsed in response, and arousal wet my lower lips.
He was obeying Dante, but he was taking back some small sense of control by dominating me. It’d always been this way between us when he claimed me: he took charge of me, body and mind. He gave me so much pleasure that I melted in his hands.
Behind the darkness of the blindfold, it was easier to envision that we were together in the bed we’d shared for that brief time before Dante kidnapped me. The first flick of his tongue over my clit made my back arch, my hips lifting to seek more stimulation.
His hand splayed on my stomach, forcing me to stillness as he began to taste me. He groaned at the arousal he found at my core, a sound of relief and desire. He hadn’t been allowed to touch me for long, awful days; he’d been forced to watch Dante touching me as though he had every right. Now that Luca held me at his mercy once again, he feasted on me like he’d been starving for me.
For a few blissful minutes, I was able to lock Dante out of my mind and pretend I was alone with my husband. I lost myself in the decadent sensations of his mouth on me and his strong hands subjugating me. I remembered how he’d possessed me with savage, primal intensity in my dance studio, after he’d saved my life. He’d declared that I was his, and I felt his ownership with every demanding lash of his tongue against my clit.
I moaned and writhed in his grip, allowing myself to be swept away. Pleasure spiraled, and my core contracted. I was on the brink of release…
I cried out at a flare of pain when something pinched my nipples hard. My orgasm receded, and I tried to squirm away from the pinch. More stinging pain bloomed on my breasts when they were slapped in rebuke for my struggles. The pinch didn’t abate.
Dante.