Punish Me
Holy shit, myhusbandwas so ridiculously hot it should be illegal.He’s also a confessed murderer, Arianna. That's very illegal.
M-U-R-D-E-R-E-R.
But…
That tattooed chest. Those biceps I wanted to bite. Abs carved like marble. Tanned skin. Deep V. Muscular thighs. Veins. Scars. Firm ass. Pierced, beautiful, hard dick. Un-fucking-fair for anyone to look this good naked.
My brain basically checked out as I watched the water glide down that body of perfection. The only things still online were my eyes and my vagina, both of which were mesmerised by the view while the rest of me stood there like a glitching statue.
“Are you ignoring me again?”
I blinked, peeling my eyes away from his dick to his arrogant, cocky, stupidly handsome face.
What happened? Oh.He’d dared me to join him in there and… fuck him. For an absurd second, I let my mind wander into dangerous territory.Would it be so bad if I did?A dick had never made my mouth water before. The thought of it in my mouth… holy fuck. Or his hands tearing my dress off, our skin wet and slick against each other as he took me up against the tiles. My hands tugged at his hair as he muttered filthy Italian words in my ear. How would it feel to have a man as wild as him inside me? How would it feel to be claimed by a man who’d killed someone for even thinking of doing horrific things to me? It shouldn’t turn me on. But my God, it did. I was going to hell. Or perhaps this was it. I was already there, trapped in the realm of lust.
I blinked away the fantasy when I heard the water turn off, realising I’d been in a trance, blatantly ogling him and refusing to move or speak. My eyes met his dark, burning pits of black fire, and I gulped, my pussy throbbing beneath my dress. He reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist, hiding the temptation of his dick from view, and I nearly whimpered.
My mind cleared just enough to realise what I’d done as he stepped towards me with the slow prowl of a predator. He picked up his belt and bowtie from the floor, and my eyes widened.
“I wasn’t ignoring you, I—”
“Too late,” he growled, flipping me over his shoulder and striding into the bedroom. My hands slapped at his wet back muscles, one landing on his firm ass by accident, and he groaned. “You really want that punishment, don’t you?”
Yes. Punish me.What? Wait. No.
“Santino! Wait! Please,” I begged as he threw me down on the bed.
My body bounced onto the soft mattress in my wedding dress, and I gasped, staring up at him at the foot of the bed, looking like the sexiest, most intimidating man I’d ever seen. My fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and I twisted away, scrambling across the mattress.
He grabbed my ankles and yanked me back to him. I kicked and wrestled against him, but he was so strong. Before I could escape, he straddled my hips, had my wrists pinned together over my head, and was tying his bowtie around them. Then his belt was fastened around my thighs, keeping them together. I was flung over his lap, and my tulle and lace skirt was shoved over my head, trapping me in a sea of white.
“Santino! Let me go,” I screamed, trying to wriggle free from this humiliating position, but I froze when I felt one of his hands caress my ass while the other held me in place.
“Look at that,” he laughed, his voice so deep and gravelly it sent a pulse through my pussy. It was embarrassing how wet I was, and I really, really didn’t need him to find out with his fingers so close. “Pretending you don't want it… until I touch you.”
My breathing was erratic, sweat beading on my forehead beneath the heaviness of my dress as I tried to throw it off, but it was impossible. I couldn’t see anything. I could only hear his voice and feel his hands. The warmth and hardness of his thighs and cock pressing into my stomach beneath his towel made all thoughts fall out of my head.
“Please,” I whimpered, making one more half-assed attempt to worm free from under my dress and off his lap.
“Pick a safe word,Bella Ribelle.” His voice was low and infuriatingly gruff, sending a shiver down my spine.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head. I couldn’t give in to this. I didn’t know what he had in store for me, but my body was my worst enemy for wanting to find out so badly. I couldn’t want something so depraved.
“Safe word, or I’ll pick one for you,” he husked, running his hand over my ass, his fingers slipping under the pretty lace thong.
“Piadina,”I whispered, hating myself for it, for so many things, but mostly for how much I knew I wouldn’t use that word.
Perhaps he was right. A part of me wanted to be his beautiful rebel, so I could see how far he’d take this. How much I should fear him or… trust him. Yes, I was scared, but I was also extremely aroused, and… I wanted this. Whatever this was.
“Brava, use it if you need it, and I’ll stop.” His fingers traced the curve of my ass, and I bit my lip as he squeezed it, then gave it a light slap. “Do you trust that I’ll stop?”
I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Words, Aria.”
“Si. If I saypiadina,you’ll stop,” I moaned, and he gave my ass another slight slap, making it jiggle.
