The Marriage Debt (Dark Mafia Romance) (Debts & Vengeance Book 1)

Oh, God.

“That’s it, bunny. Give it all to me,” he whispers, planting another deliciously soft and delicate kiss right below my ear, almost as if to tempt me to tilt my head and let him take control.

And that’s just it. I’m almost there, almost ready to let go.

But it’s wrong, so wrong.

Why can’t I stop feeling this way? Why can’t I stop the pleasure from building in my body?

He stops thrusting his finger into me, and he moves to my clit where I forget everything and anything I’m supposed to be. All I feel is his fingers all over me and my body begging for a climax.

“Show me that face again, bunny. Come all over my hand like a good little slut.”

I’m so delirious from the way he touches me that I don’t even care that he just called me a slut.

He fingers me so expertly that I’m losing all control over my own damn body. There’s nothing I can do to stop the desire from growing, and growing, and growing until …

A moan escapes my mouth, and the arrogant grin that follows on his face is making it so much harder to swallow. But it’s too late. He flicks my clit until an orgasm rolls over my entire body. My pussy contracts as more unstoppable orgasmic waves course through me, and I can’t fucking breathe.

My knees buckle, his body and the leash attached to the collar around my neck keeping me from falling to the floor.

He smiles and lets out a chuckle near my ear, his dick poking me in the thigh as it bobs up and down just from him watching me come. I take a much-needed breath. He immediately tugs the leash, growling, “Now tell me again how despicable I am.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat when he looks me dead in the eyes, his cock still hard as a rock. I don’t even know how to respond.

“Cat got your tongue?” he says, winking.

I frown. “Shut up.”

“You could just admit that you enjoyed that,” he says, biting his bottom lip. “Maybe I’ll give you more if you do.”

“Fuck you,” I spit back, suddenly regaining my fire.

“I think I will,” he groans. “But not until after I’m done exploring every hole your body has to offer.”

Fuck. I can’t let him do that. I can’t let him find out …

“You already got what you wanted,” I say in a moment of clarity. “I’m wearing your leash. You made me come. Isn’t that enough?”

The tips of his lips quirk up into a smile. “Oh, bunny, I don’t have nearly enough of you, and I never will.” The darkness in his eyes makes all the hairs on my body stand up. “Now should I take your ass here against the wall, on the bed, or on the floor? So many options.”

I gulp, adrenaline shooting through my veins. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

His eyes narrow. “You’ll do what?”

“I’ll suck your dick.”

He blinks a couple of times and then laughs. “You tried that already.”

“I didn’t,” I respond, trying to lie my way through this. “I was teasing.”

He lowers his eyes at me, inspecting me like he doesn’t believe what I’m saying.

“I’ll do it right this time,” I add, swallowing away my nerves. “I’ll … please you.”

His dick bobs up and down, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips again. He pushes me down onto the floor slowly until I’m right in front of his bouncing dick. “Show me then.”

His size is still impressive, still fear-inducing, but I can’t let him notice that. So I lean forward and take him into my mouth, licking the tip until he finally relaxes the leash a little. The metal ring feels strange against my tongue, but the saltiness of his pre-cum masks the metallic taste. I never expected it to taste like this.

Or that it would make my pussy clench.

I ignore the feeling and push on, licking as best as I can even though I’m not experienced at all. All I know is stuff I learned online and from sneakily listening to the things Easton, the guy who harbored me for three years, did to his wife, Charlotte.

But none of that could’ve ever prepared me for what it’s like to feel a dick in my mouth. Let alone one this huge. I can’t take him all the way, no matter how hard I try. Saliva drips from my mouth as I suck him off, hoping it’ll please him, hoping it’ll be enough. Because if he already feels this big in my mouth, I can’t possibly fathom what it would feel like down there.

The mere thought of him taking me makes my pussy clench again.

Not from fear … but from excitement.

And that scares me.

Because when I look up into his dark, lustful eyes, I can’t look away anymore. Every inch of his desire pours out in his movements, the groans that emanate from his body, and the way he arches his back and tightens his fist around the leash. And for some reason, I don’t want to look anywhere else.

There is something viscerally powerful about watching someone come undone from something you’re doing. And for some reason, that alone makes my tongue swivel around his dick as I explore each ridge and every vein until I’ve made it my own. Because this man, no matter how much I hate him, has his ring around my finger and his collar around my neck. And if this is how it’s going to be, I might as well learn the ropes.

Without emotions, without feelings, without desires.

Lock your heart, seal it away, while you watch this man pleasure himself with your mouth.

Until that same groan leaves his lips again, and my body responds with a throbbing clit.

Fuck.

Ignore it. Ignore it.

It doesn’t mean anything.

“Yeah, lick it good, bunny,” he moans in a way I’ve never heard him speak. I swallow and attempt to take a breath, but he immediately thrusts into my mouth so deep it makes tears well up in my eyes.

“I didn’t say you could take a break,” he adds.

The more my tongue swirls around his length, the harder he begins to pump, and I find it hard not to gag. But every whimper that leaves my mouth only makes his smirk grow deeper, and I don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

But it’s so damn difficult when he starts to thrust in and out, and I fight the gag reflex as much as I can even though the sounds I make only seem to turn him on even more.

The metal ring at the tip hits the back of my throat, and a teardrop rolls down my cheek as I clutch my knees so hard my nails dig into my skin.

He twists the leash and pulls, forcing me to look up. “Look at me while I fuck your mouth, bunny.”

And I do. I can’t look away from the darkness peering back at me and the frenzied desire in his eyes as he lays claim to me like he’s waited his entire life for this. And something about that is such an incredible thing to witness that I’m swept away by my own lust and let him do whatever he wants.

Even if it’s wrong, even if he’s the one man I should hate more than anyone on this earth, I can’t fucking stop the wetness from pooling between my legs. And as he arches his back once more, he buries himself deep inside, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

A loud roar emanates from his throat, and then I feel it … the hot, salty cum spurting onto my tongue.

Oh, my God.

He just came inside my mouth.

And he keeps on coming, and coming, and coming, all while clutching the leash close to his body, forcing my mouth to stay close.

Fuck. I can’t take it. It’s so much I start to choke.

“Swallow,” he growls.

But I can’t. I fucking can’t. It’s too much, and with everything I have, I pull away from him and heave as the cum drips from my mouth and lands on the floor.

He grunts and grips the leash tight, tilting my head up. “Good girls don’t spit, Jill. Didn’t you learn that in the three years you were hiding? You must’ve paid them back in some way.” He grabs his dick and swipes it across my cheek. “But you’ll learn soon enough not to spoil what I give you.” He licks his bottom lip and leans over to whisper, “Lick. It. Up.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

He tilts his head. “You heard me.” He flicks his finger and points at the floor where I dropped his cum.

He can’t be serious. He wants me to … lick the floor?

“Maybe I’ll tie you up and come in your pussy next time so you won’t be able to release it,” he says.

“No,” I say, a little too quickly.

He raises his brow. “No?” A chuckle follows. “We’ll see about that.”

Shit.

“I’ll do it,” I quickly say, and without thinking, I lower, past his half-hard dick, all the way down to his boots. And while I’m still panting, my tongue dips out to lap up the saltiness straight from the floor.

“Good. Clean up the mess you made,” he says, watching me do it. “I like this side of you, bunny. Eager to please.”

I feel so dirty doing this, yet I continue anyway. What other choice do I have? As my father said, make Luca happy, or else …

So I close my eyes and lick up the floor until not a trace remains of my refusal to swallow.

“Good girl,” Luca murmurs as he tugs the leash again to pull me back up to my feet.

I know he can see the hatred in my eyes, and I know he doesn’t give a shit. But I still want him to know.

“You can keep up the charade all you like,” he says, and a sudden swipe of his finger along my slit makes me suddenly aware of how sensitive I’ve become. Just one swipe is enough for my entire body to zing.

He’s so close I can feel his breath on my skin as he hovers near my lips, almost close enough to … kiss. “I know deep down you want me.”

The air is thick with tension, every second feeling like it lasts an eternity as he stands before me with our mouths only inches away from each other.

Instead, he brings his finger to his mouth and licks up my juices right in front of me.

God. Why does he have to be such a goddamn infuriating jerk and sexy at the same time?

“And one of these days, I’m going to make you say it, wife,” he murmurs, swirling his tongue along the tip of his finger in a way that it resembles him licking … a clit.

My clit.

And the mere sight makes me swallow with greed.

But then he pulls away, zips up, and releases the leash, leaving me barren and with a certain kind of need I can’t pinpoint. And without saying another word, he opens the door and walks out, closing it behind him.

Click.

The lock slipping into place is the only noise I hear before I’m left with nothing but the silence of my own rampaging heart, wishing it could scream.