Their Forever - Chloe Kent Page 0,19

mouth, all she heard was her own inaudible pleas, lost too through the onslaught of her laborious breaths.

“No,” he roared into her ear. He changed tactics, now soothing her slippery clit with his knuckle for a few precious moments before he pressed her swollen bud between his thumb and index finger, sinking his teeth into the side of her neck and biting down until she cried out. He ripped his cock through her, punishing her, yet lifting her to extraordinary heights, she refused to tumble over.

She banged her hand on the desk in front of her. Her resolve slipping with each hammering thrust of his cock. Her clit throbbed in his hold, the brilliant and scalding sting of his teeth on her neck spread under her skin and made her whole body burn. The telltale sign of her coming, the gush of liquid which always preceded it, flowed down her thighs.

Who was she to refuse a man like Liam when he demanded she come for him without delivering a direct order?

“Liam,” she said softly in her mind, giving in to her body's needs, her orgasm pulsing down the severe stiffness of his cock and only magnified by his own grunt. His shaft hardened even more, grew longer and thicker. Her body blissfully prepared to receive his cum, to take it inside her, to milk him until he wouldn't dare let her go for the rest of their lives. But he did. He let her go.

Her world came crashing down on her. He deserted her utterly and completely. He wrenched his cock from her pussy, his teeth from her flesh, his hold on her clit.

Devastated at the loss, her body spasmed and vibrated with frustration and anger and confusion.

She tried to turn around to face him, to demand answers. What was happening? How had their evening turned into this carnal display of his power over her?

He kept her down on the desk until the warm lash of his cum hit her lower back. Ropes and ropes of his seed softly whipping her skin and spelling out everything for her in certain terms.

She lay still even when he released her. The sound of his zipper like a deafening echo in her heart.

“Don't ever say those words to me again, Olivia.” The quietness of his threat punctured her soul. He needn't had furnished her with consequences. He didn't even need to tell her the topic was no longer up for discussion; it had never been in the first place.

Tears slid from her eyes and across her nose. His footsteps as he exited the room felt like they were trodden all over her body.

He had warned her. One of the first things he had said to her:

“This is a marriage of convenience. I will use your body however I see fit, whenever I want. You will not refuse me ever. But you will be protected and want for nothing your heart desires no matter what it is; you only have to ask. I don't want your love, only your obedience for however long this marriage lasts. Do you understand?”

She had understood, and then she had fallen in love with him and broken his rule.

Thinking about that night, nine months ago still hurt. She hadn't stopped loving him. She just understood she could never tell him those words. For as long as he wanted her not to.

She had carried her bruised and wet body upstairs that night, holding in the rest of her tears, until she reached the shower. She had angered him so much, he had refused to come inside her, when she knew nothing pleased him more, how he always told her that the way her sweet body suckled at his cock and her pussy swallowed his cum was the most marvelous feeling ever.

Once she had cried out her sorrow, her anger took root and grew. How could he stop her from saying those words to him? She loved him with her whole heart. Yes, she was grateful to him for her family's well-being, but she wasn't that stupid that she didn't know the difference between thankfulness and love.

She loved him because of how he made her feel. She loved him even from that first moment she saw him, when he had picked her up from sagging between Nunzio's men, his touch at once dominant and foreign, frightening, and overwhelming, then he removed his coat and draped it over her nakedness. His scent had comforted her and ignited her and made her spiral