Page 40 of Revenge

Dahlia sits up on her elbows and stares at it. She doesn’t look afraid. More…fascinated.

“You’ve never felt anything so good as this,” I promise her, dragging the head through her juices. “You wanna watch?” I grab a pillow and shove it beneath her shoulders and head, so she doesn’t have to strain her neck. “You can watch me fuck you.”

I work my cock between her legs, taking my time, using her natural lubrication to get her to stretch and open for me.

She tenses when I press forward, so I ease back.

“Here.” I take her hand and wrap it around the base of my cock. “You control it.”

Her gaze flies to my face, then back to my cock.

“Put it inside you, Princess.”

She tugs gently, and I follow, pressing in at her pace, easing back when she directs me that way. Easily, organically, I get all the way in, her tight channel open and slick for me.

The victory I feel isn’t over consummating the marriage or getting my revenge fuck.

It’s the trust between us right now. The intimacy. The sense of the two of us being on the same team. I don’t own Dahlia in this moment; she owns me. I would do anything to make sure this experience is good for her.

I wrap an arm behind her back and roll us over, so she’s on top. “Straddle me,” I murmur.

She obeys, pushing on my chest to rise and ride me. I grip her hips to show her how to move, then release my hold and give her ass a pat. “You do it. Show me what feels good to you.”

I see the confusion flit over her face. “To me?”

I nod, showing her again. “How do you like it? Can you pleasure yourself this way?”

“Can I…?” She catches that lip again as she starts to grind over me. “Oh!” Her expression of pleasured surprise steals my breath. Her hands drop to my shoulders, and she increases her speed. “Oh.” She shifts her hands to the headboard and uses it to push and pull her body over mine. Her movements grow faster and faster, her breath turns to wild panting.

I’ll bet I could make her come with one brush of her clit, but I shake my head. “Not yet, Principessa.”

She abruptly stops, staring at me with wide eyes like she’s done something wrong.

“I want to come with you this time.”

I flip her back over on her back. “You gonna come with me?”

She locks gazes with me and nods.

“Good girl.” I rock into her, slowly at first. She’s sopping wet now, making it easy to glide in and out. “You’re so wet, baby. You liked riding my cock, didn’t you?”

“Antonio.”

The sound of my name on her lips does wild things to my heart. Once more, I belong to her. Want to do everything in my power to hear my name gasped from her throat every fucking day of my life.

I pick up speed, and she starts to chant my name.

This.

This is what I’ve been missing my whole life.

I’ve had women. Lots of them. But there’s something different about this time. Dahlia’s my wife. And not as a symbol, as a conquest. This isn’t about me bedding the society darling.

Fuck.

Was all this revenge just about getting the girl?

Had there been something special in that kiss? That meeting?