Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,10

lit my body on fire. He stroked me as I clung to the bed, trembling.

A bold strike slapped my left cheek, and I jumped forward.

“You’ll be a perfect wife. You’ll greet me at the door with a kiss and a blowjob, in that order.”

“You picked the wrong girl for your 1950s cosplay.”

His hand whirled, snapping my skin. My legs tightened with the stinging slaps, the blows erotic more than painful. He grasped a fistful of the fullest part of my ass and then—smack.

I licked my lips, jaw clenched tight to prevent a hiss of pleasure. I couldn’t take much more. It was amazing. He’d thrown me into a pool of bliss, and I had no idea what to do with myself. The wicked burn flowed inward, stroking my pussy.

He fisted my hair and yanked.

My back arched, thrusting my hips closer.

Warm liquid dripped on my ass. Was it his cum—no—he’d spat on me. Tony scooped his saliva and lathered himself, slipping between my legs. Then he jammed his fingers inside me.

The blunt force stole the breath from my lungs. I writhed at this forced submission. He fingered me with his saliva, coating my walls. He might’ve been preparing me for him, but he was getting me off. Perfect. I sank into the bottomless ecstasy as a burning ramped in my chest. I leaned into his touch.

His fingers shoved into me. His hands assaulted me, bringing me to the brink of pleasure.

I bit my lip to kill my groan.

Oh shit.

I was coming.

It built up before I could resist. A high-pitched moan exploded from my lips as the slick pressure fucked me. I welcomed him into my body. I couldn’t grab him, so I bunched the blankets. His fingers stroked the bundle of nerves in my pussy. I reached behind to grab a handful of his steel ass and squeezed, relishing in his fitness. Damn it, but I needed to touch him. I turned my head and kissed his shoulder.

He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass.

The burn jolted my arousal. Fuck, that was amazing. My breathing hitched. I shuddered. Then he shoved his fingers back inside me. A wall inside me crashed, obliterated by Tony’s thrusting. I screamed into the mattress. My thighs twitched as his strokes slowed, and then I shattered into a thousand glowing stars.

The wave of bliss burned behind my eyes. Suddenly, I burst into tears, overwhelmed. The orgasm was like sunshine hitting my face, pure and joyful. I lay in a flood of liberation. I wanted to hold him.

I groped the sheets, searching for him.

Tony backed away. His warmth left me, dousing me in ice.

What the hell?

I flipped over.

Tony’s shirt still hung on his back. His bronze skin cast darker shadows over the lean muscle, and I could’ve run my tongue over the valleys. A pang hit between my legs at the outline of his perfect cock.

I imagined him taking it out and rutting me. I expected him to.

But he didn’t.

Shock flew through me as Tony buttoned his shirt. He dressed like the room was on fire.

What happened?

I wiped my face, thrown by his behavior. “What are you doing?”

Tony threw the dress at me, his voice detached. “Leaving.”

Cold struck my belly. “You are?”

He’d owned me. Made me come so hard I’d cried. The space where he’d filled me ached for more. He should finish what he started, not leave me wanting.

“I was never going to fuck you.” Tony zipped up his slacks, his mocking drawl in full force. “Just had to see how badly you wanted my cock.”

Heat blistered my cheeks.

He winked.

Then he left.

Four

Tony

3 oz prosecco

2 oz Aperol

splash of soda

Garnish: orange wedge

I thought about them.

Every night, their faces pressed into the silk fabric of my mind. I relived the things I’d done. Depraved acts that made my heart thump and the blood rush to my cock. I’d escaped that place, but I wasn’t free.

I opened my eyes.

It was dark, the sort of pitch-black heaviness that can’t be penetrated, invading my lungs and devouring my being like smoke belched from a fire. I was a charred husk, angry and empty. My rage heated the bed as I lay there. No relief could be found in this darkness, only more torture.

I tossed.

I turned.

I lost minutes…hours before my brain paused its war on itself. My head hit the pillow. I drifted, but there was nothing peaceful about my sleep.

Wood creaked.

Heavy boots scraped the floor.

I rolled over, stomach tensing.

A faint glow crawled into the room as the door swung. More footsteps,