“I’m not most women, I’m your wife.” My heart hammered in my chest. I got right back in front of him, leaving barely three inches between us.
He put his view on my stiff nipples.
“You know what I want?”
He groaned.
“I want you to beg.”
His muscles strained against those chains once more, but this time he did not pull away from them.
He lifted his view back to my face. “Perhaps, you should rule my empire.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you sure know how to torture someone, and you damned sure know how to get what you want.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
He bared his teeth.
I closed the inches of space between us and pressed my bare breasts against his chest.
Groaning, he leaned down to kiss me and it was pure pleasure, so hot and demanding.
God, I want him to fuck me.
I raised my hands and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him.
He leaned an inch away from my lips. “You're playing with fire, Princess.”
“Consider me a pyromaniac then.”
His lips twitched into a sinful grin. “Get on your knees.”
“Beg me to do it.”
“If I beg you today, tomorrow that pussy will hurt.”
“Just don’t shatter it.”
His lips twitched. “I would shoot myself in the head, first.”
“Then, beg.”
To my shock, he placed his mouth close to my face and licked my cheek, giving it this long lap. Then, he whispered, “Please.”
I chuckled. “You think just saying please is begging?”
“For me it is.”
“But, you will have to say please a lot in our marriage.”
“Is that what you think, Princess?”
“Happy wife, happy life.”
He gazed back down at my breasts. “I’m starting to see that.”
