sure you’ll have no problem finding your own lovers. Now go own, sweetie, be a good boy and let me finish here.”
I was going to go about this without much anticipation in mind for our marriage, but she just upped the playing field. She’s fucked up by challenging me. My laugh is twisted and cruel as I take my last step toward her, pausing directly behind her other guard. The fool is obeying his master, devouring her wet cunt like an obedient mut. I won’t tolerate another bloody wanker touching a pussy that will soon be mine. I flash my tormenting grin her way. She hasn’t the slightest idea who she’s gotten herself wrapped up with, apparently. Let me introduce myself properly then.
Without missing a beat, I slit his throat while his tongue is buried in her heat. His blood sprays across her thighs, and I must admit, I enjoy the sight of her flesh in the red liquid. I toss him off to the side, my bloody hand replacing his mouth between her legs. “That’s where you’re mistaken, darling. If you want this cunt licked, touched, or fucked, it’ll be by me alone.” I thrust two crimson coated fingers deep into her channel to drive my point across. She’s absolutely brilliant, full of sass, beauty, and a tight pussy.
Ismerlda gasps, her caramel eyes rolling heavenward. “You’re more messed up in that mind of yours than I imagined. You get it through your head now, you won’t control me. No man ever will. Not even you, Mad Max.”
I taunt, “He wasn’t even pleasing you. None of them will be able to like I can. You’ll figure that out soon enough.” I continue to pump my fingers into her, grinding my palm against her clit. She whimpers as I hit the tiny spot of nerves and her thighs move to clench. She wants to hold my digits inside her so she can come, but I’m in control here. “Your cunt has to earn it.” I smirk and slide my hand free of her warm, welcoming center.
Her cheeks are flushed, her scowl harsh as she fumes. She’s so fucking stunning my breath catches. Tugging a hanky free, I clean my hands of the blood and her pussy juices. I’m parched, provoked to have her on my tongue, but I won’t lower myself as to take another’s sloppy seconds. I need a distraction from that delightful pout she’s merely offered since denying her orgasm.
“You may have your father wrapped around that dainty pinky of yours, but rest assured, I won’t be so stupid. You’ll learn soon enough, but it appears you could use a bit of madness in your life.”
“Fuck you, Maximillian. You’ll be the one learning. I do whatever I please. I always have, and being married to you won’t change that. You don’t want me to come on your fingers? Fine. I have more than one willing man waiting for my call. You aren’t my only option. I have plenty,” she promises with an indignant flash of her eyes, the look inciting me further.
“And you’ll discover, darling, that I have no qualms with killing those tossers. Any men, to clarify. I won’t share your cunt with the riffraff crawling through these streets. I highly suggest you take my words seriously, or you’ll find out why so many fear me. Why I am who I am.”
I gesture to her dead guards. “Let this be a proper example of how I handle my irritation. Now, fix your dress and I’ll escort you back to your father’s side. You need someone at your flank who’s able to offer you a touch of protection from these wankers crawling the property. We need to get this over with and discuss our future.”
Ismerlda does this adorable feminine type of growl, grabbing a roll of paper towels from a shelf nearby to wipe her thighs off. A minute later, she shoves her dress down, adjusting it back in place. She promptly stomps towards the door, doing her best to appear unaffected though the ruse doesn’t sway me. I could cut the tension rolling off her perfect shoulders with a dull knife as she nearly clips my arm in her haste. She’ll be a fun one to wear down and fuck, I have no doubt of it anymore.
“Careful, darling, I’d hate for you to get blood on your stilettos. No doubt it’d be a bitch to get out of that fabric. Are those authentic, or cheap knock-offs?” I wave