Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,20

a secret. I’ll never tell a soul how badly you wanted to get fucked.”

I scrambled to push together my wild thoughts.

Then he fisted my collar and gave it a violent jerk, ripping it halfway down to split the Harley-Davidson logo in half. The white fibers broke with his brute force, falling to the floor in wide pieces.

He yanked me off the bed and shoved aside my mangled shirt. His mouth widened with a predatory smile, making my thighs clench on nothing. Then a warm shock touched my leg and glided up, cupping my ass.

He squeezed.

I bit my lip to stifle a gasp.

Shaking, I unfastened the button at my waist. There was no point in resisting. I was getting fucked one way or another, and I didn’t hate his hands on me. He knew it. So did I.

I removed his hand and kicked off the shorts. Glaring at him, I ripped off my panties.

He made a deep, appreciative sound. “Jesus, your body. It shouldn’t be allowed for one woman to be so fuckable.”

The edge in his gravel tingled me with warmth. I stared at the remains of the shirt, intimidated by Tony and what he wanted from me.

Tony’s stare heated my skin as he undid his belt. He gripped the leather like a dead snake, wrapping it around his fist with alarming swiftness.

“Have you ever given head?”

I swallowed tightly. “No.”

“How did you get this far without sucking cock?”

“When your father runs off men with a shotgun, your opportunities dwindle to the bold cashier at the Stop and Save or the fifty-year-old meth addict.”

Or the prospect with a death wish.

“I see.”

He unzipped his fly.

My lips parted, but no sound escaped. I was taken aback by his long, well-muscled legs. A pair of black briefs strained over his perfect cock. It pushed against the cotton as though fighting for release.

He tossed the belt, and then his hand slipped to my neck, which he held loosely.

“Now. Kneel.”

He pushed.

My weakened knees buckled, and I sank to the floor. I glanced at the door. A mistake, because more men crowded the door. My heart thundered, but I consoled myself with the facts. Nothing we did within the bounds of marriage was wrong.

It still felt depraved, like I was succumbing to his darkness.

Tony had positioned me in front of the ravenous men. They had a way of watching that was unfamiliar to me. I was used to the weight of lustful gazes, but not this cold curiosity.

“Open. I want you on display.”

Tony tapped my thighs, forcing me to widen them. Smiles flickered on the faces outside. Their gazes prowled up and down my body, stopping between my legs.

Oh God. I needed to hide.

My throat bobbed. “They can see me.”

“It’s a sex club, Evie.”

“I don’t want this,” I burst, my cheeks heating from the lie. “The agreement was to get me pregnant, not humiliate me in sex clubs.”

Tony walked in front me.

“Do you feel humiliated?”

I felt a lot of things—turned on, scared, heated.

Ashamed.

“Why are you doing this in front of them?”

“I don’t spare them a single glance, Evie.” His legs partially hid me from view as he approached. “I’m more interested in your reaction.”

“Shock? Disgust?”

“All of them.”

Slowly, Tony pulled down his briefs. They did not want to budge. Inches of tanned waist dipped to a trimmed Adonis belt, where his cock jutted proudly. Huge. Cut. Perfect. My fingers curved around the dense column. I gave it an experimental jerk and a bead of moisture pebbled on the massive crown.

This is so wrong.

“You like seeing me so hard for you?” His voice was crisp, and sensual. It sucked out the shame and pumped in heat. “I already know the answer, but I want to hear you admit it.”

I bit my cheek.

Of course he did.

“Still defying me,” he tutted. “Open.”

Tony’s thumb traced my mouth after I obeyed. A solid surface pressed into my lips—glass. Buttery wine flowed into my mouth.

“Try not to swallow it.”

He put the glass aside and fisted his cock.

The bulbous head stroked my cheek. He was silk stretched over steel, teasing my lips open. His thumb hooked my mouth, opening me to accommodate him. Then he rolled over my tongue. He slid inside, filling me with a hardness I barely breathed around. As he eased himself all the way, the champagne fizzed around him.

I sputtered.

I’d never done this before. He was larger and harder than I expected, and it felt awkward. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but I enjoyed the warmth gliding