Page 115 of Married to the Devil

“Yes,” I say, eyes rolling back, fingers grabbing his shoulders. I grind into his hand. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“So fucking needy, wet, and drippy. This is what I love most about my wife. She’s a dirty—little—slut for me.”

“Fuuuck,” I moan as his fingers grind into my pussy.

And I can’t take it anymore. I push him back and straddle him right on the chair. His dick’s rock hard and still wet from my spit. Combined with how soaked I am, it’s like slipping him inside is nothing.

He splits me wide. The bastard always does. He loves it, purring as he fills me. I whimper his name. The pain isn’t so bad now. I’m getting used to him, but I doubt it’ll ever be easy. But that’s part of the pleasure—finding how far he can go, what my limits are.

I grind down on his big dick and take him deep.

“That’s my girl,” he says, growling as I glide back up, working my hips. “Fuck, baby, I don’t know how long I can handle you riding me like this.”

“Handle it.” I go faster, fucking him. “I want all of you, Rafe. Oh my god, it feels so good.”

He bites my shoulder, hands spreading my ass open as he pounds into my pussy. His desk shakes and a picture falls off. Pens rattle and roll to the floor. His chair creaks and we don’t stop. He grinds and fucks into me, his big dick stretching me wide and destroying me, and I can’t stop.

“You feel so good.” I bite his lip and moan into his kiss. “Please don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”

“I want to feel you come, baby,” he pleads, and there’s an edge of urgency. “I’m so close. I’m going to break, baby, if you don’t come⁠—“

I cry out, arching, tits pressed to his face. I make the big, bad, scary mafia man crumble. I ruin him like he ruins me and the thought finally breaks me, pulls my triggers, and sends me tumbling to hell.

I come so hard I almost black out. I feel him coming too, filling me between my legs, heaven on fire. He snarls, biting my nipples, sucking, licking, kissing, his mouth finding mine as I gasp for air, sweat rolling down my back.

I’m so small in his lap. He could break me if he wanted.

Instead, he strokes my hair. “Perfect, June, so fucking perfect.” He sounds like he’s barely holding himself together.

“That was good, wasn’t it?”

“God, baby, it was exactly what I needed.”

I stay like that for a few minutes longer. We don’t have forever though. I’ll go join Priya and Hattie soon.

But for now, I can be with my husband.

I can be a wife, the way I’ve always wanted.

“I’ve been thinking,” I whisper, and I feel a strange piece of me click into place. Maybe it’s how relaxed I am, or how vulnerable I feel naked and in his lap like this, but I want to tell him the truth. I want to give him this last part of me.

“What’s that, love?”

“This meeting me and Beth are going to plan. I know what you should do there.”

He chuckles and kisses my neck. “We’re going to vote.”

“That, but also something else.”

He leans back to study my face. His smile disappears. “You’re having wicked thoughts, aren’t you?”

“I might be. I’m just so angry. Is that bad?”

“Not at all.” His thumb grazes my lips. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“It’s violent. It’s not very nice at all.”

“Good. Give me your plan, love, and don’t spare any details.” He grabs my ass roughly. “And if it’s nice and bloody, it might even get me hard again.”