Married to the Bad Boy(73)

What the fuck?

I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, but the expression he wears stops me. His smile is more like a dark grin, and his eyes simmer with unbridled lust.

My throat closes.

“Get up.”

He tugs my hair and I follow the pressure, standing up as he weaves an arm around my neck. My blood beats hard into his skin. His mouth hisses over my neck like a knife.

“You’re such a slick little rat, aren’t you?”

“What?”

His hips shift, digging his rock-hard bulge into my back as he pushes me forward, toward the bedroom.

“Your plan was to get some asshole to fill you with his cum. To get you knocked up.”

His hand drops to my chest, groping my tits through my shirt.

“No fucking way!”

Hot lips graze over my ear, his soft voice adding a hot line of desire all the way to my pussy.

“Except, I’m not just some asshole who’s going to let you leave with my kid. I’m going to give you what you want, baby.”

My back hits the bedroom door and it flies open, banging into the wall. My heart pounds into my throat as his lips touch my neck, stinging my skin as he sucks hard. I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about, but every movement on my skin is like a trail of fire.

He turns me around so that his heated lips are against mine. “I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my cum every day, and after our kid is born,” he touches my belly and I feel a small thrill in my chest, “I won’t stop until I get you knocked up again, and again.”

The breath catches in my throat. “I—I thought you didn’t want kids.”

“I always wanted kids. I just didn’t want them while I was in the life, but that ship has fucking sailed. I’m going to have the family I always wanted, and you’re going to give it to me.”

Tony, I love you.

My heart swells and beats a little faster as I realize how true it is. I want to tell him. Maybe it’s because he’s embracing this fucked-up situation with open arms, or maybe it’s because he makes my panties melt without touching me.

I rip off my shirt and Tony’s eyes watch my tits as he reaches around, undoing my bra. It slides down my arms and then I bend over to remove the jeans and soaking panties from my waist.

“Such an obedient wife.” Tony’s grin stretches over his handsome face as he cups his hand over my pussy, gliding his finger over my clit. My legs shiver. “You really are made for me.”

A low growl reverberates in his throat as he runs his hand up my waist, cupping my tits as his forefinger and thumb pinch my hard nipple. I arch my back as he touches the sensitive flesh and I reach up, grabbing his rough face to kiss him. It’s hard because he’s so much taller than I am, but he bends his neck and his soft lips seal against mine. It’s like having the flu: the shaking weakness, sensitive skin, the heat burning your skin. That’s what he’s like. Then I know that I’m bound to him for as long as he wants because he makes me feel like this. Because I love him.

I’ll do anything for him.

Maybe there’s a part of him that knows that. He pulls back with a very satisfied smirk, as though he already knows how bad I’ve got it for him.

“Get on the bed and put your hands over your head.”

I lie on the bed, my core pounding in anticipation as he rummages through the nightstand and pulls out heavy silver handcuffs. He’s never used them on me. It gives me a strange thrill to feel the cool metal burning against my skin as it clicks around my wrist, and then on the headboard behind me. He removes another pair from his nightstand, grinning like a devil as he tightens them around my ankles and attaches them to rope that he has tied around the legs of his bed.

Tied up and helpless, I watch as he retrieves another instrument from his nightstand. It looks like a purple, U-shaped vibrator.

Oh fuck.

“You need to be punished first.” His face hardens suddenly.

“For what?”

“Don’t give me that fucking look,” he snaps. “You didn’t tell me that your ex ambushed you at your apartment. We’re married, now. No more fucking secrets.”

He’s right.

Then he clicks a button and the vibrator hums madly in his hands. I watch him as he walks between my legs with deliberate slowness, and then I feel one of the arms sinking inside me. The other one slides over my clit, holding me in place like a paper clip.

I buck madly in my restraints, my heart rate jacked as both arms stimulate me. Pleasure rolls through me, slicing and zapping, and Tony smiles as he sits on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. Eventually he lies beside me.

“I like having you like this. Easy access. Or I could just jack off to you all day.”