He peppers kisses across my stomach and then laps at the whiskey pooling in my belly button. It’s sinfully hot. His lips continue upward, latching onto my aching nipples. First, my left and then my right while he nibbles and licks and sucks. I’m so sensitive that I nearly come from nipple stimulation alone.
“Answer the question, wife.”
“Ye-es.”
He chuckles, straightening up, his mouth glistening with whiskey and me. As he guides me to sit, he reaches behind me and hands me the folder. “Read.”
Unsure, I look down at the folder in my hands. Is he serious? I’m naked, and at the mercy of my ruthless husband, yet now he waits for me to read about my father. “You said you don’t want me to speak about him.”
“I changed my mind.” He removes his shirt, distracting me with his rippling muscles.
The urge to map them with my tongue pools between my thighs like lava, my pussy clenching and throbbing, but before I can lean in, he unbuckles his belt and tips his chin toward the file. “Read.”
Uncertain if this is such a good idea, I open it. Darian downs the last of the whiskey and throws the tumbler behind him without a care in the world that it smashes to pieces on the floor.
I shouldn’t have broken in here. I’m in trouble. Darian looks at me like he wants to feast on my soul until every remnant has been consumed by his greedy, black heart.
I gasp when he grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer in a sudden move.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. Delacroix, and you’ll read about what a true monster your father was.”
“Darian,” I whisper, gulping.
He bunches my panties in his hand and rips them off in one clean slate. “That’s ‘husband’ to you, Mrs. Delacroix.”
The folder trembles in my hands as Darian unzips his pants to free his big cock. It’s long and thick and perfect, with angry, purple veins and a pearl of precum on the tip.
“Read,” he demands once more, spreading me wide by my knees.
“I don’t want to read about my father now…” I try to deny him.
“There’s no time like the present, Mrs. Delacroix.” Grabbing the base of his cock, he rubs the engorged head through my slit. “Read.”
“What about protection?” My body suddenly tenses as I worry my lip. “I’m not on birth control.”
“I know you’re not.” His dark eyes lock with mine, and he presses forward, stretching me with the tip. I gasp at the sting, but welcome it all the same. With the folder trembling in my death grip, I do nothing to stop him.
“You’re going to take my cum like a good wife, Mrs. Delacroix. Understood? You’re mine now, and I’m going to fuck you.”
“Fuck me—” The words cut off when he rams his cock inside me, and I yelp, sucking in a sharp breath. “You’re too big,” I whimper.
He shushes me, releasing one of my legs to clamp his hand over my mouth. “Your tight cunt was tailor-made for me. Feel how it grips me. You’re taking my cock so well, Cecilia.”
Darian waits for me to adjust, shushing me every time I make a pained sound, his fingers twitching on my cheeks. The burn soon dulls, and he removes his hand from my mouth to help me open the file, then orders me to read.
I try to get the words past my lips, but it’s easier said than done. Darian pulls out to the tip, his dick smeared with my creamy arousal, and then he rams back inside. He fucks me like that—slow, deep, hard.
The words blur on the page, and that’s when I realize I’m crying. The folder contains my father’s crimes. The families he tore apart. The destruction he left in his wake. All of his shady deals.
“Ah, that one,” Darian says as he pulls out and flips me onto my front. “Particularly nasty.” With a hand in my hair, he fills me up with his dick and removes a sheet from the file beside me.
He slams a photograph in front of me of a naked woman, beaten and bruised, with countless stab wounds. “Your father snatched her off the street and raped her for days.”
“No…” My voice shakes. I don’t want to believe it. “You’re lying to me.”
“Oh, wife,” Darian says, patting my head like a dog while rocking his cock deep inside me. “So naïve and innocent in a world of hungry wolves.”
I choke out a cry when he fists my hair and slams my cheek against the photograph.
