Married to the Bad Boy(74)

“What are you trying to do?” My voice bursts out of me into a growl.

He laughs at my rage and reaches out, touching my leg. The slight touch sends a jolt to my pussy, like an electric current.

Oh God.

My mind screams out for more as his laughter rolls over me like hot drops of rain down my back. It infuriates me to see him smiling sweetly as I jerk and twist on the bed, pleasure riding up my pussy. It jackknifes into my core mercilessly. My chest feels as if there’s a lamp hanging over my naked skin, burning. And then I feel it rippling through my core. My orgasm clenches my pussy hard as I gasp into my arm, avoiding Tony’s face.

“Aw, did you come? Poor baby.”

His fingers dig into my thigh as shock waves run through my body. Slowly he inches his hand up my thigh. It’s slow and torturous, and the vibrator doesn’t let up. Within seconds my heart hammers against my chest and electric shocks of desire slam into my pussy. Tony smiles as I let out a shrill gasp and then a moan as he envelops my pussy with his hand, muffling the sound of the vibrator for a moment.

He leans over me, the heat of his body pressing into my side as he gently wipes strands clinging to my lips while his other hand massages me. He applies pressure to the device, and I arch my back as he suddenly hits a sensitive spot. A slow grin spreads over Tony’s rugged face as he presses down. Another searing spike of pleasure jolts up my pussy and his warmth is tantalizingly close. I think of his naked body, the weight of him when he’s deep inside me. I want his thick cock pulsing inside me, feeding the ache that burns for more.

“Please, Tony. I can’t stand it—ah!”

Another orgasm painfully clenches my core, making the handcuffs rattle as I seize my limbs. Tony just smiles at me, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek that feels erotic. Anything from him feels erotic right now.

“That asshole made me feel like a fucking chump.” He slides his hand back to my ass and holds it firmly, giving me a forbidding look. “You should have told me he went after you. I would’ve killed him.”

The look in his eyes along with the vibrator’s erotic massage makes me let out a thrilled gasp. The dark pools are filled with deadly calm, but suddenly they flash with vicious retribution.

“You’re mine, and he disrespected me by meeting you behind my back. And he never faced any consequences. That’s your fucking fault.”

“Tony I’m really—I’m sorry—”

“You made me look weak in front of them. Do you know what that does in my line of work? Now they think I’m some kind of moron who lets his wife two-time him.” His eyes blaze and his fingers gouge into my flesh.

The vibrator keeps buzzing, maddening me as Tony’s harsh voice cuts into my ear. He’s pissed, and for good reason, but I don’t fucking care. All I care about is the pain between my legs. It’s building up again. Jesus Christ. No!

My moans shake from my chest as yet another painful grip seizes my cunt, and a wave of pleasure is quickly extinguished by the vibrator’s incessant buzzing. Tony’s hand suddenly smacks my ass, and the vibration from the blow adds to the maddening ache inside me.

A finger lifts my chin so that I’m staring into his eyes. My heart clenches suddenly as I meet his gaze, and I want so badly for him to kiss me.

“You will not do that again.”

The voice he uses sends a stab of pain to my heart.

“I won’t.”

“Good,” he says, his harsh voice blowing over my face. “This is not an equal relationship, hon. You do what I say for your own fucking good.”

A blaze of anger rears up inside me at those words. What the fuck is he talking about? “Fuck you. I do whatever the hell I want.”

“That’s all in the past, babe. You’re not a princess anymore, you’re mine. Mine to play with, mine to fuck, mine to protect. Say it.”

Heat burns my face, but then he crushes his lips against mine, devouring me as his tongue plays inside my mouth. His hand grabs my neck with a slightly firm grip, almost as if he meant to hold me down and claim me as he said he would. His fingers spread over my skin and drag down my chest, over the swell of my breast as he finally grabs the entire thing and squeezes. A small groan vibrates from his mouth as I arch into his touch. Everything about him drives me mad. Half of the time I want to slap him as much as I want to fuck him. He pulls back, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he watches me struggle.

Who am I fucking kidding?

“I’m yours.”

“Say it all.”

I purse my lips. He will not make me say it all. Then he reaches somewhere and touches a button on the vibrator, and it suddenly triples in speed. Oh fuck. Fuck. Something thick and hard—I need it now. My muscles clench over the device as it teases, never quite delivering what I exactly need.