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“Hello, wife.”
“Daniil,” she gasps, her eyes flashing with anger at my reflection. “Why are you doing this? Is it about the picture?” I have her rammed against the sink, caged in by my hard body. I smell her fear, taste it even.
A cold, dark laugh escapes from my lips. “The picture was a nice touch, I must admit, but that’s not what this is about. This is about teaching you a lesson, printsessa.” I wrench her back by her hair and press my lips to her ear. “I warned you before you left tonight not to go off alone. And you didn’t listen. Why?”
Her thong is still stretched around her ankles when I deliver another hard strike to her gorgeous ass, watching tan flesh jiggle after I deliver my punishment. It makes me hard as hell. Tears leak from her eyes, but I’m immune to them. With the next spank, she cries out again, but this time I notice she closes her eyes and releases a groan of approval.
“Do you like when I punish you like a slut, Bianca?”
Anger swirls in her glare, and she attempts to nail me with an elbow, but I anticipate the movement and block her before she does any damage. I chuckle, low and mean, as I restrain her wrists with one of my hands while I use the other to slap her clit. Her answering moan tells me how much she’s enjoying my discipline, even if she continues to buck and snarl in my grasp.
“I want a divorce,” she seethes. “We’re not even legally married since we haven’t consummated the marriage. I will seek an annulment.”
“Interesting,” I grumble into her ear while sneaking my hand between her legs. Moisture greets my fingers, and it’s clear that while she may hate me, her body clearly doesn’t. “Maybe we need to rectify this oversight. Maybe I need to fuck you right here and now.”
My fingers continue to work her pussy, playing with her clit before I give her the full-length of my fingers, working her tight virgin hole open for me. A shiver ghosts down her spine and I know she needs this as badly as I do. “Look in the mirror, printsessa. Look at the pleasure I’m giving you.”
She does as I say, her rapt expression and half-lidded eyes betray how turned-on she is. I continue to work her clit with my thumb as my fingers work her body open for my cock. She pushes back into my hand, groaning as the sound of her wetness fills the small space of the bathroom. One more hard circle of her clit has her coming around my fingers like a champ.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I praise her as she cries out her release. “Look how wet you made me.” I bring my glistening fingers up in front of us, and when they land in my mouth, I lick them clean as she releases a full-body shudder. She tastes as good as she looks—sweet, with a salty edge. “Are you ready for my cock? As you so aptly pointed out, we still need to make this marriage legally binding.”
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. She looks conflicted, a debate warring inside her, but I make the decision easy.
“Spread your legs,” I command, bending her over the vanity. This isn’t about punishing her anymore; this is about making her feel good and taking what’s mine. The marble digs into her hips, but she doesn’t complain. Instead, she arches her back, presenting her pussy to me. My naughty girl wants this as much as I do.
I stop for a moment, realizing I haven't tasted her yet. I pull her chin around and take her mouth. Her lips are warm and insistent, and she tastes like tequila and heaven. I grunt as her head tilts back further, allowing her tongue better access to tangle with my own. I palm her breast with one hand and grip her hip hard with the other.
When I release her, she wiggles her ass against my fully clothed cock. “Well, Daniil, are you going to make good on your threat to fuck me?” Her voice is throaty and raw with need. For me.
I lean in and nip at her neck. “Is this how you want to lose your virginity, printsessa? Shoved against a sink in a public bathroom.”
Her pulse hammers in her neck, and she takes a deep breath before answering, “Yes.”
My hands shake with urgency as I undo my pants and free my cock. I line myself up at her soaked entrance and, staring into her eyes in the mirror, shove into her with one firm thrust. She releases a hiss—a noise of half pleasure, half pain—as my hand collars her throat. This is a fucked-up way to lose your virginity, but she doesn’t seem to care, too lost in the moment. I give her a minute to adjust to my size as she braces her hands on the mirror in front of her.
“Eyes on me,” I instruct her reflection. And then I let go, fucking her hard from behind, each slap of flesh reverberating through the small private bathroom. There is no intimacy involved in taking her virginity, it’s not sweet and gentle as she probably pictured her first time, I’m sure. I thrust into her like a man possessed, my blood still boiling from finding her alone, vulnerable to attack.
Harsh pants fall from her lips as her fingers slip down the mirror. I press my face into her throat, breathing in her sweet scent, licking the sweat from her skin. “I never want to see you without protection like that again,” I grit against her flesh. “As it is, I'm going to have to kill Mikhail.”
“What, no!” she cries out, giving a little jerk. I assume it’s an effort to turn around to look at me, but I force her back in place, drilling into her. “Please Daniil, don’t. It wasn’t his fault.”
“Promise me,” I say, licking the back of her neck. “Promise me you won’t disobey me again.” I’ve never negotiated during sex, but it seems as good a time as any.
“If you won’t kill him, I promise.” Her fingers slip farther down the mirror until she’s supporting her weight on the sink. I love the little desperate sounds she’s making. Circling her clit with my fingers, I drag her closer to release.
I go still for a second before slowly tilting her head up so she can see my reflection. My inked fingers collar her throat. “Look how good you’re taking me,” I croon. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”
Through the smudged mirror, I see her flushed cheeks, and how her eyes keep fluttering closed with every brutal thrust. We’re both on the verge, I can feel her the walls of her cunt clamping hard around my dick, ready to explode on me.
“Fuck,” I cry out as a blinding orgasm overtakes me, and I spill my seed into my wife. I grind at her clit mercilessly, and it’s all she needs to come with me. Her pussy pulses around me, milking every last drop of my cum. Her knees go weak, and I support her with an arm around her waist until our breathing calms and the reality of the situation intrudes.
I pull out of her, turning her around to frame her face with my hands. “Did I hurt you?” It’s a bad time for a crisis of conscience, but I was rough with my virgin bride. I look down at my cock to find it’s smeared in her blood.Shit.
But she shakes her head and instead does the most unexpected thing. She pulls my mouth to her own and drops a sweet kiss on my lips.
I’m suddenly consumed by the need to care for her. I wet a towel and do my best to wipe up the mess between her legs, gently swiping so as not to irritate her sensitive flesh. Silently, I straighten her dress and help smooth down her hair. When we’re both looking more presentable, I pull her into my chest.
“I’m sorry I was so rough with you,” I say into her neck. It’s time to come clean. Well, not entirely clean. She doesn’t need to know it’s Jorge I’m taking issue with. “An enemy of ours is here, somewhere in the club. I lost it.”
