Tempted by Deception (Deception Trilogy #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,106

you’ll recall this moment when every inch of you is owned by me.”

Her walls tighten around my dick, strangling me as she shatters around me. I pull out of her and smear her own juices on her back hole.

Lia’s eyes widen as I push the crown of my dick inside. “I said, every fucking inch of you, wife.”

“Adrian…”

“What?” I growl.

“You’re angry.”

“Who made me angry? Who made me lose my fucking mind?”

“But you’re going to hurt me.”

“Don’t you love it when I hurt you? Or am I not doing it hard enough?”

She shakes her head frantically.

“Tell me to fuck you in the ass, Lia. Tell me to own every inch of you.”

“Fuck me. Own me…” she whimpers.

That’s all the words I need.

Lia sucks in a deep breath, more of her arousal dripping down her cunt and onto my dick as I push farther inside. Her head rolls back and I groan at how tight she is. Even though I’ve fingered her here before, I’ve never taken it, because I wanted to leave it until she came to me, until she fucking wanted me enough to initiate sex.

But fuck that.

Fuck my sappy notions about her.

She went ahead and ruined us, so I’ll ruin her in return.

I shove all the way in, causing her eyes to shut and her pulse to quicken.

“Look at me.”

She slowly opens her lids, staring at me through hooded eyes.

“See this?” I thrust in her ass as I pound three rough fingers into her cunt.

She nods slowly, her face flushed with both pleasure and pain.

“Does your body welcome him as it welcomes me? Did you let his limp dick in your ass?”

Lia shakes her head.

“Hmm. So it was only the cunt? My fucking cunt?”

I drive harder into her, my groin slapping against her ass cheeks and my fingers powering into her pussy with renewed energy that leaves her panting. “Did you like it? Do you tighten around him as you tighten around me?”

“Noooo!” she screams as her orgasm rips through her, and her entire body bucks off the bed. I pump into her some more and then pull out and come all over her face, my cum dripping down her parted lips and chin.

It’s the first time I’ve done it, but it seemed fitting since she probably let him fucking come inside her.

I’m so paranoid that if Jeremy didn’t look like a younger version of me, I’d do a DNA test.

My beast takes complete control, and I feel like the hurt and anger will detonate me from the inside.

“Understand this, Lia. I might not hurt you, might not fucking kill you, even though you deserve it, but I’ll find that bastard, and when I do, I’ll fuck you in front of him before I slice his fucking throat. Then I’ll fuck you again in the pool of his blood.” I release her neck and she sucks in deep breaths, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Protect him while you can.”

36

Lia

I think I’m going insane.

In the beginning, I chalked it up to my nightmares getting the better of me. I was dreaming about memories of Mom and Dad in Sicily, and most of them were about being trapped in a box with no way out.

But then I started having those nightmares while I was awake. My mind broke my spirit, my soul, and my fucking heart.

I realized something was definitely wrong when Jeremy became scared of me. He called me a ghost and said he hates Ghost Mommy.

Adrian has his nanny working full-time now and he’s been distancing Jeremy from me like he always intended to. He’s been taking away my angel.

Since the night I broke whatever is between us, Adrian hates me. He doesn’t say it in words, but he proves it in actions more than enough. He hate-fucks me every night, in the pussy, then in the ass, and sometimes he’ll take me to the shower just to do it all over again. I loathe how much I like it, how much I tingle with anticipation for his rough handling and unapologetic owning. In a way, that’s the only time I’m forced to be alive, to snap out of my daytime nightmares and the demons lurking in my head.

But whenever he’s not touching me, the vicious circle resumes. I’m plagued by memories of the man I killed, the life I finished, the innocence I slaughtered.

I overestimated my mind and believed that I’d survive killing someone. I haven’t. Ever since that day, I’ve been going downhill with no way to