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When he finally stands up again, I hear his zipper go down, then the prod of the rounded tip of his dick seeking a way inside me.
“No,” I tell him, surprised when he actually halts his progress.
“No?” he repeats.
“No.”
“Why not?” he leans over me, his flesh pressing into my ass when he fists my hair again to lift my head to see my damp face “Are you going to get on your knees then?”
On my… “No.”
He presses forward into the wetness between my thighs, groaning deep. “I’m aching, Sophie. I need to fuck my wife.”
“You hurt me.”
He’s quiet for a moment before saying, “You fucking deserved it.”
“So do you.” I push my bottom back, making his cock slide along my damp slit. Now he growls his frustration in my ear as his grip tightens on my hair.
“Do that again,” he orders, and I do because I enjoy teasing him.
“Fuck,” Lochlan whispers. Burying his face against my neck, his breathing grows more rapid along my skin while taking himself in his hand to push against my entrance, stroking along my clit. “Let me inside of you.”
I shake my head, incapable of words. Why is he even asking my permission? I thought by now he would’ve taken me…
“Goddamm it, Sophie!” he shouts his frustration right before his fist pumps faster and faster until his thick liquid joins the dampness between my thighs.
His cum.
I made him come in his hand outside of me, so close to where he wanted, but was denied entry. And I guess he didn’t want me bad enough to just slam inside of me. Now, I’m glad since he wouldn’t have used protection.
When he stops moving, just breathing heavily against my neck, I warn him, “If you ever touch me with a belt again, I’ll choke you with it in your sleep.”
His huff of a chuckle warms my cheek. “Ruthless, princess. You’re fucking ruthless.” Lifting his weight from me, he slaps the sore right side of my ass, zips up his pants, and then walks into the house, gravel crunching under his shoes as he leaves me sprawled half-naked on the hood.
21
Lochlan
The number of times I’ve rewatched and jerked off to the video surveillance of whipping Sophie after the fundraiser isn’t healthy. I can’t get enough of her mewling for me. The sound is addictive, and since I can’t hear it live, the video is the best I can do.
Snow White somehow guilted me into going down on her as an apology, when I never fucking apologize for anything. I’ve tried to tell myself that I did it because I realized she was turned on from the belt whipping I gave her. Either way, I got on my knees for her yet again, and all I got in return was jerking off on her slick pussy lips.
Sure, the wetness between her legs felt better than my own hand, but it’s not even close to what I needed. I thought for sure she was going to let me fuck her tight pussy, erupt inside her again, so I could see my cum drip down her thighs, all while the guards watched.
Why the addition of witnesses to the attempt at impregnating my wife was so hot, I’m not sure. I just want the world to know who she belongs to, that I’m the only one who gets to have that snug cunt or fill her up with my seed. Only me because I think she really was a goddamn virgin the night I fucked her.
No matter how badly I want her, how much I ache to claim her, Sophie refuses to let me inside of her.
Pervert. Bastard. You’re disgusting.
She has no idea how right she is about all of those things she called me. If I wasn’t certain Salvato would kill me as soon as she told him I fucked her after she refused me, I would’ve just shoved inside of her and taken what I wanted. What I would kill to have again.
The only way around that outcome would have been to slap my palm over her mouth before she could reject me.
And that would make me a bastard and ensure Sophie never let me near her again. And without her, I’ll lose everything in the trial, and won’t have a chance at being Salvato’s successor.
Sophie’s already warned me that if I hit her with a belt again, she would choke me to death with one in my sleep.
