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“Yours,” I whimper. I know what he wants to hear, and I’d say anything now if he’d let me orgasm. Almost anything—
“Can you come without my permission?”
I stare up at him, confused. Is this real? Is my husband really telling me I can’t—
“Can you—”
“No!” I moan. “No, I can’t. I’m sorry, Luca, please—”
“What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?”
I shake my head mutely. I won’t say it, I won’t—
Luca leans forward, pushing the head of his cock against my clit again and holding it there. I can feel the heat of it, the slick wetness, my arousal and his mixed together. “I’ll leave you like this all night,” he says darkly. “Tell me, Sofia. What were you—”
“You!” I almost scream the word, my body shuddering and aching all over, the pleasure crossing over into something that’s nearly pain. “I was thinking about you, on our wedding night, and, and—”
“And what?” His cock pushes against my clit harder, and I squeal with pleasure.
“You coming on my ass, oh my god Luca, please—”
He laughs, his face twisting in a smirk as he pulls back again, moving backward until he’s too far away to touch me with any part of his body. “Go ahead,” he says, almost contemptuously. “Make yourself come if you can.”
I’m too far gone to be embarrassed, too far gone to think twice. Before he can take it back, I manage to get my hands down from over my head, my wrists still bound together, and shove my hands between my thighs, my fingers plunging into my pussy as I rub my clit madly, fingers slipping against my soaked skin.
I come in seconds. Almost as soon as my fingers are in my pussy it starts to spasm. When I touch my clit I arch upwards with a moan that’s practically a scream, writhing on the bed and grinding against my hands as I orgasm for what feels like forever, the pent-up need spilling out of me as I come and come and come.
And Luca watches the entire time. When I finally go limp on the bed, staring up at him in a daze, he laughs. And then he leans forward, yanking the belt free of my wrists.
“Go clean yourself up.”
I look at him, confused. He’s still rock-hard, his hand still gripping his cock, but he makes no move to do anything more. I’d expected him to jerk off on me the way he had the night before our wedding, but he looks annoyed now, glaring at me.
“Fucking go, Sofia. Clean up.”
“Aren’t you—aren’t you going to—” my gaze flicks down to his erection. My pussy throbs traitorously as if I hadn’t just had one of the biggest orgasms of my entire life, as if IwantLuca to fuck me.
At this point, I don’t have the slightest fucking idea what I want.
“Of course,” Luca says. “But not with you. Go clean up while I finish myself off.”
“I—” I swallow hard, managing to slide off of the bed. My legs feel as if they won’t hold me up, and as I take a tentative step back, Luca turns to lean back against the pillows, his hand starting to slide up and down his cock in slow, firm strokes. His shaft is glistening, and I realize with fresh embarrassment that it’s my wetness he’s using to get himself off, left from him rubbing against me.
“Go!” he snaps, and I retreat quickly, rushing into the bathroom as hot tears gather in my eyes for some reason I can’t entirely explain.
I hope he’ll be done by the time I’m finished. I turn on the shower, so I won’t have to hear his groans, tears sliding down my cheeks as I step under the water. I don’t know why I’m so upset, why I feel as if I’m choking with the tangled rush of emotions rising up in me, why I feel rejected that Luca is in the bedroom jerking off without me, that he doesn’t even want me there.
I’m not supposed to want him.You hate him, I remind myself, and somewhere deep in my head, I’m sure I still do. But right now, I don’t feel that. All I can think about is that my husband is in our bedroom pleasuring himself, and he doesn’t even want to look at me while he does it.
I walk back into the bedroom, a towel wrapped tightly around myself, just in time to see Luca tossing a wad of tissues into the wastebasket next to the bed. My gaze follows him, and he smirks at me as he stands up, still completely nude, his cock now softened as he strides towards the dresser.
“I told you,” he says as casually as if nothing unusual happened this past hour, as if he didn’t just torture me with pleasure until I lost my mind, “that you would have to earn this, Sofia, if you want it.” He turns towards me, stepping into a pair of black silk pajama pants. “You said you didn’t want me. But you were lying.” He strides towards me, reaching beneath my chin and tilting it up as I clutch the towel against my breasts. “You acted as if you hated it when I bent you over the couch when I came all over your ass. Like I’d violated you. But you were lying then, too, weren’t you? Don’t bother lying again,” he adds, as my cheeks flush red. “You admitted it earlier. If you want my cock again, Sofia, if you want my cum all over you, then you’re going to have to earn it. Just like you’ll have to earn your place here, as my wife.”
My mouth drops open, and Luca laughs. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m tired of your rebellion, Sofia, when all I’ve done is try to keep you alive, try to keep you safe. I rescued you from the Bratva, rescued you from Rossi, married you and fucked you and offered you money and luxury and everything you could possibly want here. And you still act like a spoiled child, like I’m imprisoning you, torturing you. Keeping you against your will, when all I’m doing is keeping you alive.”
He jerks his hand away from my chin, stepping back, and the contemptuous glare is on his face again. “I have responsibilities. People are relying on me and pressures that you couldn’t possibly imagine. A woman has died, Sofia, a woman who cared about me, who treated me like her son, and you’re playing games. So if you want me, then grow up. Take your place as my wife. Learn a lesson from Caterina, and accept the hand you were dealt in this life. But until then, I’ll do with you as I please. And I’ll take my pleasure where and how I please, too.”
I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes again. “You fucked someone else last night, didn’t you?” I whisper. “That’s why you didn’t come home. You wanted to sleep with another woman, but you didn’t want to bring her here. So you went to some hotel, and—”
