The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(14)

"So, tell me, little Dove, should I tie you up, then whip you, and then tear into your pussy? Or should I tie you up, then take your pussy, and then whip you?"

She freezes. "Wh-wh-whip me?"

"Does that bother you? Maybe you'd prefer I dispense with all the niceties and take you up the arse directly, hmm?"

"Up the… Up the-the…"

"Arse," I supply.

"What the—" Her arse cheeks clench. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her.

"Or perhaps you prefer something more hardcore?"

"M-m-more hardcore?" she yelps.

"Hmm, let’s see. I take you up the arse, then use a vibrator on your clit, and stuff my fingers in your mouth. All of which drives you out of your head and makes you want to orgasm, but I won’t let you. So, you try to beg me for release—try being the operative word—because you can’t speak, as your mouth is otherwise occupied. But from the sounds you make, I’ll gather that’s what you want—because I’m good that way—and also, because your pussy is so saturated with your cum, and your inner walls are clenching down on your emptiness, and you’re frustrated enough that the keening sounds which emerge from you grow in intensity, and your breasts ache for my touch, and every part of you is heightened and ready for that release, but I don’t let you come. And then I pull out and plunge into the forbidden hole between your butt cheeks and—"

"Stop—" she cries and tugs on my grasp. I release her. She staggers forward, straightens, then spins around and raises her arm. I catch her wrist. When she takes in my features, her blue eyes widen. "You?"





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Penny





"What are you doing here?" I cry.

His lips curl. "What are you doing here?"

"I… I…" I swallow. What am I going to say? That I loved what you did to me earlier? Was so turned on by how you spanked me? When you kicked apart my legs, it sent a primal thrill through me, and when you tore off my panties I almost spontaneously orgasmed? And that was before I knew it was you. Now that I know it is you, please, please, please can you throw me down on my hands and knees and fuck me, please? I tip up my chin, then straighten my shoulders. "I’m here to do a job."

"Job, hmm?"

"Yes, a job. You know, the kind where you earn money by the hour."

"And have you done this kind of job before?"

I blink, then slowly shake my head.

A furrow appears between his eyebrows. “This floor is for the more experienced players. How did you get in here?”

I bite the inside of my cheek and glance away, but he pinches my chin, so I have no choice but to look at him.

“Tell me. Now,” he snaps.

“I lied to the bartender. I told him I was desperate for a job, and he pulled some strings with the recruiter to get me up here.” The words rush out of me before I can stop myself. Jesus, why don’t you tell him your entire life story while you’re at it? Funny thing? If he commanded me to do so in that hard voice of his, I'd do it, too. And that’s scary. It’s also sexy. But really, really scary.

His eyes flash, and a vein pops at his temple. He looks like he’s about to lose his temper—which has a certain appeal, given how controlled he’s been so far, but I'm not sure I’m ready to face the consequences when that happens... Yet.

I swallow, and his gaze drops to my throat. His jaw ticks. For a second, I’m sure he’s going to wrap those thick fingers of his around my throat and squeeze. My breath catches. My pussy clenches. What kinky fuckery is this that I find every move of his such a turn on?

He leans in close enough that his rich, spicy scent invades my senses. My nipples harden. A million little fires light up my nerve endings. A moan escapes my lips. Instantly, he looks up and into my face. He seems to remember where he is and who I am, for his gaze clears.

“What the fuck is this asshole’s name?” he growls.

“I... I don’t know his name.”

“You don’t know his name?”

“I, uh, flirted with him and got what I wanted. It was one meeting and very innocent. He also discounted my drink, so you know, all in all, it was worth it.” I bat my eyelashes at him. It only serves to make his lips twitch. And now, I feel like an idiot. You know, 'cause I didn't earlier.

“Innocent, huh?” He asks in a lazy voice which does weird things to my insides. Jeez, there’s no winning with him. When he’s all forceful, I adore it. And when he goes all laid back, I crave whatever it is he wants to do to me. My thoughts are definitely not innocent. I manage not to blurt that out and firm my lips, which light up those green eyes with a dangerous gleam.

"So, you’ve never been someone’s submissive?"

"Submissive?" I squeak.

He releases my chin, only to press his thumb into the pulse that’s beating at the hollow of my throat, and oh, my god, it’s as if he’s branded me there. My mouth dries. My toes curl. I stare up at him, unable to look away as he holds me pinned in place.

"Tell me, Miss Innocent, did you know you were here to be my submissive?"

"I didn’t know it was going to be you—" In which case I’d have stayed away. Nope, I lie, in which case I wouldn't have been so ashamed to be aroused by what you did to me. Somehow, the fact that it was Knight and not some strange man makes it all better—not the part where he threatened me with anal, but the earlier part when he was spanking me, which I, strangely, liked. A lot. "Also, I know what a submissive is."