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I frown at her. “What the hell does that mean?”
She scoffs, shaking her head at me. “You know what it means. You’re not the same person I met in Ibiza. Hell, if I didn’t have eyes, I wouldn’t be sure that youarethe same person. You don’t speak to me the same way, you don’t treat me the same way, you don’t even—” She breaks off, her cheeks flushing, and I smirk.
“Go on. Finish what you were going to say.” I raise an eyebrow, knowingexactlywhat it is that she’s about to say. But I want to hear her say it out loud.
“You don’t fuck me like you did before, either.”
“There it is.” I lean back against the door, crossing my arms in a mirror of her stance. “Do you know why that is, Amalie?”
“Why don’t you enlighten me?” she shoots back. She’s not giving an inch, and it irritates the hell out of me that it’s turning me on as much as it is.
“Because things are different now,” I tell her flatly. “You’re not some air-headed co-ed on vacation, and I’m not an ocean away from my responsibilities. Here, I’m the Carravella heir, and soon, I’ll be your husband. Youronlyjob is to do as you’re told, marry me without complaint, and give me heirs. Your duty is my pleasure and the future of this family—and yours, I’ll remind you. Or don’t you know exactly how much trouble your mother has had finding you a husband after what your father did?”
She looks away, and I can see the red staining her cheeks—from both anger and shame, I think. “You know exactly the sort of situation you’re in, and you know that you can’t afford to talk your way out of this—even if I was inclined to let you out of it.”
“Why?” Amalie’s gaze whips back to mine, and she narrows her eyes. “Why did you agree to this, if you have such a low opinion of my family? Why do you want me?”
Because you drive me insane. Because every time you open your mouth all I can think about is how it feels on mine. Because I want to bury my hands in your hair right now and fuck you until neither one of us can think straight.
I bite my tongue against saying any of that. “Because your family is wealthy, Amalie. Money talks, even if your reputation is tarnished. There is room for your family name to be rehabilitated, in the future, and my father has decided that he wants to aid in that. His reasons are his own—and I am as much a subject to what he wants of me as you are.”
“I don’t believe that for a second,” she snaps. “I think you do what you want.Yourcard wasn’t cut off when you jaunted off to Ibiza on anopen-endedvacation.”
“One of the privileges I do have.” I smile tightly at her. “You need to learn your place, Amalie. The sooner you do that, the more pleasant this life can be for you.”
“Oh?” She tosses her head, a few more of those auburn strands falling loose. “What is myplace, David?”
The last thin thread of my self-control snaps. I take two quick strides toward her, all it takes to close the distance between us, and I spin her around to face the mirror. “As my wife,” I growl in her ear as I take a handful of her skirt in my fist, “your place is on the end of my cock. And I’ll begin demonstrating that to you now, so you’re reacquainted with it.”
Amalie gasps as I shove her skirt to one side, draping it over her hip as I slip my fingers under the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side as well. I’m already rock-hard, stiff and aching for her in an instant, and I keep her pinned to the counter with my hips as I yank my zipper down, freeing my cock with one swift movement.
“Keep quiet,” I warn her as I press my swollen tip to her entrance, gritting my teeth against my own moan of pleasure. “Unless you want my entire family and the staff to know what we’re doing in here.” She’s hot and wet for me, and I laugh darkly, sliding my cockhead through her folds before I push inside of her. “Does fighting with me get you wet,bellisima? I think there will be no shortage of arguments in our marriage, so I’m glad to know you’ll always be ready for my cock.”
I thrust into her then, hard, pushing her forward over the sink as I wrap my hand in her hair. It’s soft and thick around my fingers as I plunge them into her updo, and Amalie cries out, abruptly covering her mouth with her hand as my cock sinks into her to the hilt.
“David, my hair—”
“You can fix it after,” I growl, thrusting into her again.Christ, she’s tight, and so fucking wet. I can feel her dripping around the base of my cock as I rock my hips against her, and I slide my other hand around the front of her thigh, finding her swollen clit. She doesn’t deserve to come, not really, but at that moment, I don’t care. I want to feel her come all over my cock, want to prove to her once again that it doesn’t matter how much she hates me or how much she fights me. She’s mine, and her body will submit to me whether she wants to or not.
She presses her palm tightly against her mouth, muffling the whimpers of pleasure that escape as I fuck her hard. I feel her hips pressed against the granite counter with each thrust, and I know she’ll be bruised tomorrow. The thought spurs me on even more, the idea of the marks left behind to remind her of tonight, and I thrust again, harder and harder, as I feel her start to shudder against me.
“Oh god, David—” she moans helplessly from behind her hand, looking at me with wide, glazed eyes reflected back in the mirror. She looks impossibly gorgeous like this, flushed and wrecked, her hair a mess, and her cheeks stained red, pupils dark with lust.Imake her like this, and I feel my cock swell and throb at the thought, at the exquisite pleasure that ripples down my length with every slide into her hot, wet depths.
“Fuck,” she breathes again, her back arching, and I know she’s about to come. I see her other hand grip the edge of the counter, feel her buck against me. I roll my fingers over her clit, teasing the spot that I know she likes the best as she bows her head forward, doing her best not to scream as I tip her over the edge into an orgasm.
The way she clenches down around me feels like heaven, like hot, wet silk twisting around my cock as I thrust into her. I’m on the edge, too, and I think she realizes it, because her gaze catches mine in the mirror, wide-eyed with sudden horror as she gasps.
“Shit, David—a condom—”
I ignore her, and she lets out another whimper. “You promised,” she breathes raggedly, each word punctuated by a small intake of breath as my cock pounds into her. “Not until after the wedding—”
“I changed my mind,” I growl, my hand tightening in her hair as I rock forward, groaning at the sensation of her squeezing my length again. “I’d rather think about you sitting in my family’s parlor, having drinks with them while you’re full of my cum. Your panties are going to besoakedwith it,” I hiss, grinding myself into her as deeply as I can. “You’re going to be dripping with it.”
“David,please—” She’s begging me now, her cheeks burning red at the thought of being forced to sit through the rest of the evening with my cum soaking her panties, but I don’t care. The fantasy has taken hold, and I grab onto her hip with one hand, enjoying two more long, hard thrusts before I let myself go.
“Be a good girl, Amalie,” I moan against her ear as I feel my cock go stiff inside of her, throbbing on the edge of my release. “Take my fucking cum.”
She moans behind the hand pressed to her lips again, her eyes filling with tears as her entire body starts to tremble, and I feel her coming again, too. I feel her spasm around my cock, and I laugh, my teeth grazing her neck as the first hot spurt erupts inside of her. “That’s right. Come on my cock,cara mia. You want every last drop, don’t you? Get all of that cum,bellisima.”
