Chapter 96 Upper hand 18+
❄︎ Viktor ❄︎
Her throat was so fucking tight I couldn’t breathe.
Each gag and wet drag of her mouth around my cock had me seeing stars. I almost spilled right down her throat like a desperate bastard.
No. Not yet.
I yanked her off me by her hair, my chest heaving like I’d just gone ten rounds. Saliva glistened down her chin, coated her swollen lips, and she had the nerve to smirk at me.
“I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face,” I rasped.
Her smirk faltered just enough for me to catch a flicker of fear underneath it. It made my cock twitch.
I dragged her mouth to mine, biting and swallowing her little gasps, answering her needy whimpers.
I spun her, forcing her to face the dildo stuck against the headboard. My hand pressed her down until her lips brushed the silicone.
She had the audacity to laugh. “You’re just a big baby,” she murmured, her voice a mocking tease.
My jaw clenched as rage sparked in my chest. She thought this was a game. Just like when she sold the hotel behind my back, like I wasn’t three steps ahead of her.
She still underestimated me.
“Wrong move, gattina.”
My palm cracked loudly against her skin, the resulting quiver of her ass satisfying my gaze.
“I’m going to fuck the disrespect out of you.”
Her laugh was swallowed the moment I shoved the toy into her mouth. Her throat worked around it as I bent against her back, my hand sliding down so I could grind her clit between my knuckles.
Her muffled cry vibrated down the silicone and into my bones.
I tried to pace myself and hold back, but the slick heat of her body clamped on me and my restraint was already slipping. My hips snapped hard against her in a deep, punishing pace.
She shook in my arms, arching and choking around the dildo when her orgasm razed through her like a forest fire. The way she clenched me nearly dragged me down with her.
“Fuck,” I cursed, gritting my teeth, fighting it, channeling it into another brutal slap across her ass.
She jolted and her walls spasmed tighter, milking me like she wanted to ruin me.
Her muffled scream, the obscene gagging around that toy, the way she writhed… I lost it.
I slammed into her, rutting her relentlessly. My arm wrapped around her throat, pulling her back into me as my mouth dragged across her ear and the soft skin of her neck.
I bit down hard as I exploded inside her, guttural curses ripping free as she came with me, convulsing and sucking me dry.
We fell to the side, both of us gasping and trying to catch our breaths. The dildo slipped from her mouth with a wet pop and bobbed obscenely on the headboard like a fucking trophy.
I felt her toes curl against my leg as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to get a grip while the world spun.
After what seemed like an eternity but I knew were just minutes, I felt her mouth close over my cock.
The wet heat, the glide of her lips, the little flicks of her tongue, fuck, I could’ve stayed there with my eyes shut, letting her worship my cock forever.
But then I felt her smirk against me. A smug little curve of her mouth even with my cock choking her.
My eyes snapped open.
“Don’t tell me this is it,” she purred wickedly “I don’t feel sufficiently punished. I’ve been such a bad girl, Viktor… surely I deserve more than this soft handling.”
My heart kicked like a fucking hammer.
The image of her looking up at me, her face smeared with cum and split with a sinful grin made the predator inside me stall.
For the first time, I wondered if maybe I had met my goddamn match.
She crawled up my body like a prowling feline, her nails digging into my ribs.
Then she slowly sank down onto my cock, her greedy cunt already dripping. My back arched off the sheets and I hissed through my teeth. I grabbed her waist like a lifeline.
Rosa, my Rosa… smiled and rolled her hips in a maddening circle, dragging me deeper into her velvet heat, and I nearly lost my mind.
“Fuck,” I groaned, but she only picked up the pace, bouncing on me harder and faster, her tits bouncing with her, her eyes wild and crazed with hunger.
The sound of her ass slapping against my thighs filled the room like a war drum counting down to my ruin.
I gripped her harshly, my fingers sinking into her ass desperately.
She gasped and moaned but didn’t slow down. If anything, she moved faster, squeezing around me.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clamped down, and she shattered on my cock again.
The tight, greedy spasms ripped the air from my lungs, and pulled me down into her storm until I nearly blacked out.
When I came back to myself, her weight was sprawled over me, her breath soft against my chest, and I was fucking dumbstruck.
There was another side to her I hadn’t known. A darker, more dangerous side.
Mine. Untamed. And I fucking liked it.
For a moment, I caught myself fawning over her like a love-sick fool.
My wife.
My hellcat.
But I couldn’t trust her. I wouldn’t.
She was already half-asleep and mumbling nonsense as I carried her to the tub. I cleaned us both wordlessly although my pulse refused to settle.
She never fully woke, but she restlessly stirred against me.
Back in bed, she curled into my side with a content sigh.
“I love you,” she mumbled.
My heart cracked.
It softened, then it clenched tight again.
I reminded myself that it was all a game to her. It was nothing but sweet words meant to disarm me and make me weak.
I kissed her hair anyway, then I shut my eyes. I needed to sleep and regain my strength.
Because I’d be damned before I let Rosalind Marlow take the upper hand.