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And unnervingly, I want to give it to him.
My hands touch the floor, and wetness pools between my thighs at the way his nostrils flare.
My naked body moves toward him slowly. One hand in front of the other as I let him watch me approach on all fours.
His legs widen, his hips lifting slightly, his growing erection obvious within the confines of his dress pants. My mouth waters. The fired need in his silver eyes sends fireworks off in my stomach's very pit, pulling even lower.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I whimper, refusing to hide my need.
I would never have imagined submitting to something so debasing would be a turn-on. But I can feel the slickness working its way from my pussy onto my thighs.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, his large hand cupping my cheek when I reach him. “You want to please me, don’t you, wife?”
I rub my face against the calloused touch of his palm in confirmation. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, pulling it down roughly. “Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?”
Looking at him through my lashes, I inhale sharply. “No.”
He hums his approval. “Good.”
“An untouched orifice,” I throw out, using his disgusting words against him.
His eyes narrow, and his fingers grab at my jaw painfully. I refuse to look away. Even as my eyes water, I’m unwilling to look ashamed.
“Don’t ever bring up my brother touching you again.”
His grasp is so strong that I struggle to nod my head. He feels it, though, and loosens his hold.
“You’re my wife.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll protect you. I’ll care for you.”
Naked backside on the balls of my feet, I look up at him, listening intently.
“When I touch you, though, Bianca, I’ll treat you like the dirty little whore I know you to be.”
My pussy clenches, and I struggle to reconcile the vile word on his lips.
Whore.
“Mywhore.” He vibrates with need and appreciation. “To please. To fuck. To touch. To use.”
Please.
Fuck.
Touch.
Use.
I wish he’d please me now. I wish he’d put me out of my misery and touch me until I come.
My hands move to my thighs. He catches the movement but says nothing. I slide them higher, longing to bring myself much-needed relief.
“Whose whore are you?”
