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“You want this, don’t you?” he asks on a growl, massaging my clit with his thumb. “Open your legs. Show me what a dirty little slut you are.”
My body obeys of its own accord. I give him better access and the view he wants as he pushes my upper body down. I should protest when he pushes the T-shirt up to reveal my naked breasts. Already, my orgasm is building, and I’m completely lost before I can salvage enough control to stop this humiliation.
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth, “you look so good with my fingers in your cunt.”
My lower body contracts at the vulgar words. Self-loathing mounts with my desire. I moan when he pulls his fingers free, but the sound quickly transforms into a protest when he roughly flips me over. Some self-preservation returns, bringing me to my senses, but he pushes me face-down with one arm over my back, my body stretched out over his lap on the sofa.
“Show me how you come,” he says, teasing my entrance with a feather-light touch.
I don’t want to, but I’m lying helpless as he plunges his fingers back inside me.
“Such a dirty little slut,” he says, hammering out a rhythm that has my toes curling.
Turning my face away from him, I pinch my eyes shut. I try to imagine that I’m someone else, but all I can think about is how I must look with my ass in his lap and my sex exposed. His brutal movements extract sloppy sounds from my wet sex. It’s embarrassing and a dirty turn-on at the same time. When he grinds his palm on my clit, my hips lift to meet the demand.
“What did you do with yourself today, cherie?” he asks, battering my body closer to orgasm.
My breathing is too erratic to speak.
“Did you miss me?” he asks in a husky voice.
I did, and I feel like a failure for it. It only makes me close my heart off to him even more, turning off my thoughts and giving over to the physical sensations he extracts with such cruel precision.
“Are you close?” he taunts. “Do you want to come?”
He used to make me ask for it before I ran. I broke every time. Now is no exception. I mewl when he traces a line with his finger down my spine. My body draws tight when he follows the crease between my globes to tease my dark entrance.
“You know what will be even hotter than finger fucking your cunt?” he asks. “Fucking your ass at the same time.”
I don’t know what had gotten into him tonight, only that this dirty talking is new. He’s more intense than ever. I’m so close I don’t even fight him when he pushes a digit past the resistance of the tight ring of muscles of my dark entrance. He slips the intrusion in slowly, stretching me with a burn that adds more flames to fire raging through my body. His movements are synchronized, pushing me higher and closer to oblivious ecstasy.
“Every hole in this body is mine,” he says with a voice thick with lust. “Say it.”
I’m past caring about my modesty or pride. “Yes.”
“To do with as I please. Say it.”
“Yes,” I mumble with my face pressed against the sofa.
“Do you want my cock?”
There’s only one answer. “Yes.”
“Why?”
This is the only way I can give myself to him. “Because you give me no choice.”
“Damn right. There is no choice. You’re mine. Forever.”
I mourn the answer even as my thoughts start to splinter and my body flies. The orgasm crashes through me in waves, leaving me weak in its aftermath. It’s quick and powerful. There’s nothing gentle or sweet about it. I’m shaking from the intensity.
Making me go down to my knees, he unzips his pants and frees his cock. His fist is tight in my hair as he grabs my head and lifts it just enough for my mouth to stretch around his cock.
“Suck me like a good girl,” he says, spreading his legs.
I barely have time to take a breath before he thrusts past my lips, hitting the back of my throat.
“This is us, Zoe. Me and you. Get it?”
I’m only half cognizant of the question. The meaning of his words doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m degraded and beyond saving, a wife but still a whore. I take what he gives. I breathe when he lets me and allow him to use me to get off. This is what I accepted when I agreed to return to France with him. It’s the price I’m paying for keeping Damian and his family safe. I’ll do it again and again, whatever it takes.
He comes with a groan, emptying himself down my throat. I don’t have a choice but to swallow, but I do so greedily, taking the only thing I’ll ever allow myself to take from him again.
