The Marriage Debt: Chapter 28

For all these years, I hated her for even existing, and I could never understand why, but now I do. She made me feel something I didn’t want to feel. Not just lust but also a kind of greed that’s indescribable, and it made me do horrible fucking things. Torture, kill, maim, as long as it meant I got to keep her, even if it was in a cage.

But she didn’t want me the way I wanted her.

I’m a bad guy, a mobster … the devil himself.

And she was a perfect little angel.

Until she killed my brother and gave me the only excuse I needed to do all the depraved things to her I always wanted to. If I caught her and made her mine, I could play with her, use her, fuck her, make her pay.

But that was all a story I told myself to make it easier for me to make her body mine without involving my own shriveled-up heart.

I snorted her up like heroin but never felt the high.

Because she wasn’t truly mine, and it never felt real.

All she wanted was to run away from me, fight me, use my weakness against me, and I hated it. Every kiss I took felt like a betrayal. I could never have what I truly wanted all along. Her fucking heart.

It was everything to me, everything I ever fought for, hated her for.

And now it’s being offered to me on a platter, willingly. Freely.

Vigor rushes through my body as I stalk toward her, shoving aside a chair standing in my way with ease.

The way she looks at me is indescribable, so full of wonder, like she’s realizing for the first time that I could be more to her than her captor, and the thought riles me up like nothing else.

The second I’ve closed the gap between us, I grab her face and kiss her harder than I ever have before. Harder than I ever could have imagined, my tongue diving in deep, ready to claim everything she has to offer. And for the first time in forever, she doesn’t fight or push back, doesn’t bite or revolt.

Instead, she opens her mouth and allows me in, kissing me back with equal greediness, and it turns me on so much that my cock tents against my pants.

For years, I’ve dreamed of this moment, jerked off to the fantasy every night. She finally lets me be the one for her, and I’m going to enjoy it thoroughly.

I’ll show her who I can really be.

I shove her up against the wall and pin her by her throat, kissing her so fast she can barely keep up. Her lips are red and yearning for me when I leave her a second to breathe before diving in again. The way she looks at my naked chest makes me horny as fuck as I let my hands roam freely across her dress, the same dress I fucked her in only hours ago.

But none of that came close to what I’m about to do to her now.

I know she only offered herself to me to try to trick me into letting her go.

But this time, there’s no escaping my love, no escaping my ownership over her.

I am laying myself bare for her.

Right here, this is me, in all my fucked-up glory.

And all I’ve ever wanted was to be good enough for her.

“How does it feel when I kiss you?” I murmur against her skin, dragging my lips down her neck until I reach her collar, and I tug that too so we’re eye to eye. “Do you hate me more now that you know what I’d do for you?”

“I never knew,” she murmurs.

“Because I didn’t want you to know.”

Her lips part, her body squirming against mine. “Why?”

I fish my knife from my pocket and hold it up in front of her. “Because my family doesn’t do love. We fuck. We fight. We win. We conquer. But you … you make me feel something I’m not supposed to feel. Weakness.”

“Love is not weak,” she replies as I slide the knife along her cheek, still obsessed with the idea of making her bleed.

“Love is like a drug to me,” I say, puncturing her skin right above her collar. “You are like heroin to me.”

She gasps as the blood oozes out of her skin, warm droplets rolling down. I lick my canines from the hunger it brings out inside me. Her hand rises to touch the wound, her pupils dilating like she’s shocked I’d do this to her, even after confessing why I did what I did to her.

But what she doesn’t realize is that this is exactly who I am.

Exactly what I need.

What she asked for.

“Are you scared?” I ask, just as I did before. When we were still young and on the cusp of discovering who we were and what we were really capable of.

She’s shivering in place, her shoulders rising and falling with every breath like she’s trying to understand. Understand what it means to be loved by me. What it means to fall for someone like me.

“No,” she says.

It comes out in a single breathy whisper. But I heard.

I grasp her hand, pinning one of them to the wall while shoving my knife into the other.

It takes her a while to realize that I released the knife and gave her complete rein.

I gave her the one tool to free herself.

The one thing she can use to destroy me and end all of this.

Strike me. Puncture my fucking heart.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs.

“Giving you a choice,” I retort.

Something I’ve never given her until this day.

It’s now or never. A single moment of clarity in the insanity that’s become me.

“I could—”

“Kill me,” I fill in for her, and I lean in, tilting my head, offering her the easiest way to end it all.

“But why?”

“I’m not afraid of death,” I reply, still looking her in the eyes. “I’ve hurt you, so now’s your chance.”

Her lips quiver as hard as the hand holding the knife does.

So I grab her wrist and point the knife at my chest. “Last chance, bunny. My heart’s right there, beating only for you. Now take it. It’s yours.”

I lean in, but she keeps pulling the knife away farther and farther.

“It’s the only way to stop me,” I whisper into her ear as her hand holding the knife rises above us, hovering dangerously close to my back. “Now choose.”

And as she presses the blade against my skin, I plant my mouth over the wound on her neck, licking up her blood. If I’m going to die, I want her blood to be the last thing I taste.

She moans as I sink my teeth in.

The knife clatters to the floor.

It’s the only signal I need to know what she truly wants.

And I wrap both hands around her body and pick her up, slamming her into the wall before covering her mouth with mine. Her hands lock behind my neck, kissing me with just as much passion and heat, and it’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever felt.

I didn’t think I could want her more than I already did, but I was wrong.

Nothing is more exciting than finally claiming the woman you’ve desired for so long who wants you just as much.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Say the words, bunny,” I groan against her lips.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers.

“Your virginity is mine,” I reply, kissing her like a madman. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about fucking you right here against this wall?” I groan into her mouth. “On my couch, in my car, under my shower, and against the fucking window for all the world to see.”

I tear down her panties, ripping them to shreds, and I shove up her dress. “How many times I’ve wanted to tear down these walls and destroy everything in sight at the thought of another man having you?”

I rip down my zipper and take out my throbbing cock.

“No one else had me,” she says, the words like a fucking serenade to my ears. “No one but you.”

With a filthy smirk on my face, I spread her legs and shove her up against the wall in my arms. “Good, because I’d murder them all for even daring to touch what belongs to me.”

I bury myself inside her pussy for the very first time, watching her face unravel, those sweet lips parting for me and only me. But the largest moan she’s ever made is cut off by my mouth claiming hers.

I can’t fucking get enough of her taste, her lusty groans, and this sweet, wet pussy wrapping itself around my cock.

There is nothing better than this, nothing that could even remotely come close when she kisses me back while I thrust in and out of her. My tongue invades her mouth, claiming every inch of her, and it’s still not enough as I groan, wishing I could fuck her like this every damn second of the day.

“Tell me how it feels to have my cock inside you,” I whisper against her lips.

“Oh, my fuck—” Her words are interrupted by her own moans. “So good.”

I grin like the proud fucker I am. “Do you hate me for making you want it so much?”

Her lips are red and swollen, inching ever closer to mine, desperate for more. “I tried, but I don’t hate you …”

“You should’ve tried harder,” I reply, planting kisses all over her chin and neckline while fucking her deep and slow until her face scrunches up from delight.

“You’re wrong for me, all things bad …” she murmurs while I cover her neck in sultry kisses, and a delectable moan escapes her mouth. “But you make me want you so much.”

Her words are like a drug to me.

In a ravenous frenzy, I pick her up and carry her all the way to the couch, still inside her. I plant her down on her back and rip her dress from top to bottom until all the buttons and wires are destroyed, and her tits spill out. She seems shocked, but I’ll fucking make it right.

“No, the dress—”

“I’ll buy you more fabrics, don’t fucking worry,” I say, and I immediately dive in and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it until it’s taut and hard.

I lean up straight, pulling out of her just so I can witness her cheeks turn red from missing my length inside her. But I also want to take a moment to appreciate this delicious body that’s all mine for the taking.

This body that no one has ever touched before … except me.

“I fucking fantasized about you, Jill. Even when you wore your handmade dresses,” I say, letting my thumb slide down her red-hot lips. “I came so many times just thinking about ripping them off.”

My hand travels down her body slowly, between her tits, watching every inch of her skin light up at the touch of my thumb.

“Over and over again, I’d picture you in front of me … begging me to take you …”

When I reach her navel, she shudders.

“With my hand around your throat.”

I grab her throat, leaning over to press a single kiss to her lips.

“Even when we were only just eightee—”

“Before,” I interrupt.

Our eyes connect in a moment of pure sin, hers heavenly … mine devilish.

“Even then?” she murmurs.

I look down at her with hunger pulsing through my very veins. “Always.”

And I thrust in without warning, watching her explode from inches away, up close and personal, the view more magnificent than anything else I’ve ever witnessed.

Every stroke is slow and hard because I want to enjoy this to the fullest. The sound of her tiny mewls has me on edge, but I don’t want to blow my load just yet. As I arch my back, I go a little harder every time her lips part a little more.

My hands are on her tits, pinching her nipples until finally she lets out that moan.

“No one but me has touched these nipples.”

I reach farther down her body, and while I’m still thrusting in and out, I circle her clit with my thumb until her eyes almost roll into the back of her head.

“No one but me has touched this clit.”

I play with her until her breathing grows heavy and her pussy tightens around my shaft. I want to watch her unravel, to know it’s me and my hard-on doing this to her.

And I want her to know.

I want her to know that no one on this fucking planet can give her as much pleasure as I can.

“No one but me has fucked this pussy,” I say, thrusting in and out while she’s on the verge of exploding.

When she finally comes, I pounce down on her and grab both her hands, pinning them above her head so she can’t hide that beautiful, orgasmic face of hers.

“And no one but me has made you come before.”

Knowing it’s true makes me feel invincible.

But saying it out loud makes me feel like a fucking god.

The face she makes sends me over the edge, and I come right along with her, busting a nut inside this filthy little pussy that’s all mine.

“Yes,” she murmurs, still riding that sweet wave of bliss. “God, yes.”

It’s the sound of approval. Of my woman completely and utterly satisfied. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring a grin to my face.

I lift her in my arms, and she squeals almost in delight, leaving behind her clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“Fucking you the way you should be fucked,” I growl. “And I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

I carry her back to my bedroom. Our playroom. Where I throw her on the bed and grab a new chain from my drawer. The mere sight makes her eyes widen. The other one is still attached to my bed, so I take it off and chuck it in the corner.

“I thought you wouldn’t—”

I crawl on the bed and press my finger onto her lips. “I told you who I am … what I do …” I tie it around her collar and lock her to the bed, just like before, but this time I don’t intend to leave. “You asked for this. Begged me to show you what it’s like … What it means when I make love.”

I grab her legs, cuffing her ankles to each corner of the bed. She eyes me with mistrust, but she doesn’t protest as I crawl on top of her, grab her hands, and pin them to the bed, where there are more hidden cuffs that I tie around her wrists.

“Are you scared of me, bunny?” I ask, the fear in her eyes making my cock bounce and glisten with pre-cum.

“I’m only scared of what happens if I say no …” she says, her voice as daring as the look in her eyes.

Because she knows damn well I’m not tying her up to keep her from running.

I’m tying her up because it brings out the beast inside me.

I slide off the bed and watch as she wriggles around in the bed, trying to hide her unease.

But nothing evades my eye.

And it definitely doesn’t elude my cock either as I fish something else out of the drawer.

Another gleaming, sharp knife.

Her eyes glimmer at the sight.

A devious smirk spreads on my lips before I crawl back on top of her again and point it at her nipples.

“Scared now?” I ask.

She shakes her head, but the goose bumps covering her skin tell me the truth.

“You won’t kill me,” she whispers.

I draw the same heart shape I made when we were young on her chest. “You’re right … I won’t …” I puncture her skin until it bleeds. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you bleed.”

I dive in and suck the blood off her chest, drawing a line all the way down to her navel with just my tongue. My blade follows the same path, slipping down to her pussy where I draw a circle around her clit, before shoving the handle of the knife inside again.

She gasps as I dive down between her legs—the blade still perched up between her pussy—and start to lick her clit until it grows again.

“Oh God …” she mewls.

“Luca is good enough,” I murmur, applying ample licks and kisses until she’s writhing around on the bed.

Her breathing is growing more and more unhinged as I suck and circle her clit with my tongue, all while thrusting the handle of the knife inside her.

“Fuck,” she moans.

Her clit throbs against my tongue, and I greedily pull out the knife and lap up her wetness. The harder I lick, the more she begins to writhe underneath me until finally she explodes and gushes against my mouth. The sounds she’s producing make it so fucking hard to stop myself from coming all over the damn sheets.

I quickly slide up and cover her mouth with mine, letting her have a taste of her own sweet juices. “See how good you taste?” I murmur.

I lean back up and thrust into her when she least expects it so I can see that same o-shaped mouth again that I love so much. And with my hands on her throat, I fuck her hard and fast, leaving no room for pause.

With her, I’m like a goddamn beast, and I wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.

All I want is to fuck her until she comes again and again and again, slathering her in my own cum over and over until I’m spent, and we’re both out of air.

Inside her, on top of her, cover her pussy, her tits, her mouth, her face.

I want her to drown in me the way I’ve drowned in her.

And if that makes me a fucking monster, then so be it.

At least this monster loves her like no one else ever fucking could.

“Do you like it when I bury myself inside you, bunny?” I groan, thrusting in to the base.

“Oh God, yes,” she mewls, high on the ride, just like me.

I grab my knife and draw a line down her navel, just like before, while her vigilant eyes watch me. Her pussy is gushing even when there’s an imminent threat of danger. I can do so many things to her with this knife, yet here she is, all sweaty and hot for my cock.

“Are you a good little slut?” I groan, pricking her with the knife.

She sucks in a breath when the point punctures her skin.

“You can take it, bunny. I know you can,” I say.

And when I thrust in deep, I carve a letter right above her mound.

L.

Her moan drowns out the cry in her voice.

Again, another thrust.

U.

The look in her eyes is a mixture of panic and pure orgasmic enjoyment, and it riles me up beyond belief, so I thrust in deep.

C.

She gasps, her fingers scrunching up the blanket underneath.

A.

“What does it say?” I growl.

“Luca,” she responds, completely delirious from the conflicting sensations.

I circle her clit with my thumb. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

I throw the knife aside and thrust my dick inside so hard, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and the loudest moan escapes her throat.

“Yes, that’s it, bunny. Come all over my cock like a good girl,” I groan.

And as she falls apart underneath me, I keep circling her clit and thrusting while I pick up a tiny drop of blood from the carving and bring it to my mouth. My tongue dips out to take a lick, and the taste sends me into ecstasy.

Groaning out loud, I grasp her by the waist, arch my back, and come inside her, filling her up to the brim. It’s the best feeling in the world, not just to take what finally belongs to me, but that she’s giving it to me freely … willingly … knowing what kind of a monster I really am.

I lean over her and press a sultry kiss to her neck, and her body tilts up to meet mine, so I drag my lips all the way to hers and claim her mouth too.

“You asked for it. I’ve shown you who I am, Jill,” I whisper. “Do you regret that decision?”

Her lips shudder, but she still softly shakes her head.

“It won’t ever be enough,” I whisper, sliding my hand down her tits. “I need it all.” My hand dives below her navel and touches the bloody marks on her body. “But now I’ve marked you as mine. No one else can ever have you.”

She swallows. “I don’t want anyone else.”

I pause, hovering so close to her that her ragged breath doesn’t go unnoticed. I stare into her eyes, her cheeks rosy, those lips ready for the taking.

It’s like she was made for me.

“I won’t allow you to take that back,” I say, and I press my lips onto hers, moaning straight into her mouth. With a lopsided smile, I whisper, “I stole your cherry, and now I’ve fucking stolen your heart.”

She smiles. She actually fucking smiles.

I always thought I didn’t have a fucking heart.

Until it started beating harder and harder … for her.