Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,30

led me into a curious room with glass walls. A wingback chair sat in the middle like a throne, next to a cross and medieval-looking setups. Men in suits swarmed outside.

They would watch us.

A dark thrill rippled through my body at the malicious delight surrounding me. Tony paid them no mind as he grabbed a leather collar off an end table. His hands buried in my hair as he wrapped my neck with leather, sliding the strap through a metal clasp.

He kissed right under the collar. Heat blasted where his lips touched me, and then he slapped my thigh. The impact smarted.

My muscle twitched.

“I’ve taught a lot of girls like you, Evie. Headstrong. Independent. Feisty.” His stubble grazed my cheek as he stroked a sinful path up my abdomen. “But none of them were my wife.”

He kissed the dent under my ear.

I shuddered.

“You can’t treat your wife like that, I told myself. So I kept my distance. I assumed I was doing you a favor, but you need more hands-on…” he trailed off, teasing my breast, “training.”

He swatted me.

A fierce sting hit me through the shirt, biting the nipple that he’d teased into an aching point. I gasped, stunned when the pain melted into my skin like a sunburn.

“You’re the rabid dog that needs a muzzle!”

“And you’re a disobedient wife who’s getting a shorter leash.”

He clipped something to the ring dangling from the collar.

A fucking leash.

The strip looped Tony’s hand. I followed it to the tightened jaw and eyes smoldering with disapproval.

Wait till you let me go.

“Thought you might appreciate this.” He lifted it, showing me the rhinestone-encrusted handle. “Since you’re all about aesthetics.”

“Sure. I’m just surprised you picked that. Leather and sterling silver is very…biker of you.”

He forced a smile.

Then he yanked.

I stumbled backward, knocking into his chest. His arm banded my waist. A rock-hard column dug into my ass.

“As always, I enjoy your defiance,” he whispered roughly. “You have no idea what it does to me, Evie.”

He slid his hand down my taut stomach, removing my cutoffs with a brusque jerk. They fell down my shivering thighs, chased by my panties. Tony eased them over my hips, my throat closing. Then he dragged the tank top over my head, and cold stung my skin. I buried the impulse to cover myself as he undid my bra clasp. My breasts tumbled free as he bared me to the men outside.

Heat stole into my face as they crowded at the glass like flies blotting out light. Eager faces swam in front of me, their smiles stretched into the same horizontal blur.

My mind was a crazy mixture of hope and fear.

Would he fuck me here?

Would I enjoy it?

Tony grabbed my chin. My head thumped his chest, forcing my attention to his tiger-slanted gaze.

“Eyes on me, Evie.”

I should’ve been terrified of the threat behind the glass, but it was easy to get lost in the way he looked at me.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” Tony’s gentle murmur filled me with fire as he freed my hair from the collar. “All I want to do is break you, make you beg, and chain you so that all you can do is pleasure me.”

His shirt kissed my back, and it heated me in indecent places. Then the hand wrapping my throat moved downward, splayed over my chest. His touch lightened as he followed my curves. Sparks showered my skin as he teased my nipple with the gentlest brush.

A bolt of pleasure shot between my thighs.

They clenched hard.

A wicked grin carved dimples into his cheek. “I like it when you blush for me.”

“I’m not blushing. The room is too warm.”

I was full of shit, and the sadistic curve of his mouth suggested he was fully aware. He lightly grasped my nipple, and I breathed raggedly. He shrugged out of his jacket.

It fell to the floor.

Then his arm looped my waist. Far more intimate without the extra fabric. His heat melted through the thin layer of cotton, joining mine. I blocked out tantalizing images conjured by his perfect touch.

Clothes or not, I would blush harder in a few minutes. A fact Tony seemed to revel in as he skimmed my shoulders, the nape of my neck, traveling over the body he hadn’t touched in too long. He cupped my breasts, thumbs stroking until my nipples hardened into points. He tugged and pinched as I held my breath, and then he broke.

A soft groan escaped his lips.

“These tits.” Tony stepped away, the loss of his warmth caving in my