by Sienna Snow
“It matters to me. I don’t want the type of marriage my parents had.”
I’d heard rumors that Jonas was as much a bastard to his wife as he’d been to my family. He’d only valued her for the inheritance he’d gained by marrying her.
“You should’ve thought of that before you pretended to be someone else.”
“I made a mistake. I should’ve stayed away or just told you from the beginning.”
“It doesn’t change what happened. You bought me. You own me. I’m your property.”
“You know I don’t believe in that shit.”
I whirled around. “Do I? As far as I’m concerned, we just met.”
“Dammit, Isa. I’m the same man.”
“It doesn’t matter. I know the rules. I give you my body in exchange for my family’s livelihood.”
“Is that really how you want it between us? A business arrangement?”
The last thing I wanted was to be in this situation, but Sebastian wasn’t my Baz. Baz was a figment of my imagination.
Lilly had been right. I’d been played.
“Yes.”
Sebastian clenched his jaw and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Fine. If that’s how you want it. I can be the bastard you believe me to be. Remember, I grew up with the number-one example.”
“I expect nothing less.”
He stalked toward me, and without thought I stepped backward. He was angry, but for some reason, I had no fear of him. In fact, I was aroused.
God, I was so messed up.
I was now married to one of the most dangerous men in Germany, a man who’d lied to me for months, a man who made me fall in love with a ghost, and here I was, turned on by his anger.
My back hit the window a second before he gripped my jaw in his hand.
I gasped, “Ba…Sebastian.”
He leaned in until I felt the heat of his breath and smelled the faint scent of the whiskey he’d sipped. “You’re mine now. As you said, I own you. And you want to know something?”
“What?” My voice came out breathy.
“I’m never letting you go.”
His mouth came down on mine, and instead of biting him like my mind said to do, I met his kiss with my own. He was like a drug, one I knew was dangerous but couldn’t resist.
He kept his grip on my face as he deepened the kiss, and my arms came around his shoulders. Our tongues dueled, rolling and sliding against each other. It was an angry, hungry meeting of mouths and lips.
His cock was thick and hard against my pelvis, causing a moan to escape my lips.
All of a sudden, he pulled back and broke the intense kiss, both of us breathless and panting. His eyes were near black and his face flushed.
Holding my gaze, he pulled his bowtie free, tucking it into the back pocket of his pants, and then unbuttoned his shirt, working the black stone buttons free until his breathtaking tattooed chest was exposed.
Shrugging off the white material, he threw it behind him to land on the couch.
He looked like a fallen angel, something forbidden but too tempting to resist.
My throat went dry and my breasts swelled, pushing my nipples into tight, hard buds aching for his touch. My clit throbbed, and my pussy flooded with arousal.
“Turn around and put your hand on the glass.” The tone of his voice was different, unlike anything I’d heard from him before.
It made me want to run and comply at the same time.
“Isa, now.”
My body moved of its own volition, turning and pressing my fingertips to the cool window.
“What are you going to do?”
“You’ll just have to find out.”
“No spanking. You no longer have the right.”
He fisted my hair and tugged it back, harder than he’d ever done before. “You can’t say no. Remember, you’re my property. I can do with you as I please.”
He kicked my legs apart, pushing the fabric of my gown impossibly tight around my legs.
“Fuck, that ass of yours is incredible.” Releasing my hair, he cupped my butt in a tight hold.
His almost painful hold conjured images of that night when he’d reddened my ass and the pleasure of it.
I shouldn’t be letting him do this. I didn’t trust him. I couldn’t trust him.
Slowly he slid his palms up, over my bottom, waist, and breasts, cupping them and then pinching the tips through the embroidered top of my wedding dress.
“I hope you’re not attached to this dress.”
Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he gripped the back where the zipper connected and tore the fabric in two.
I gasped and covered my breasts, pooling the material in front of me. Yes, I knew he’d seen every inch of me but this wasn’t the same as when we were last together.
“Drop your hands. You’ll never hide your body from me. I get to look at you whenever I want. Especially since you’re my property.” The emphasis he gave to the “property” part made it very clear he was pissed about how I’d referred to myself as that.
“What am I then?” I asked without dropping my hands.
He ran his fingertips up my spine, starting at the waistband of my thong. Goosebumps prickled my skin.
When he reached the base of my neck, his lips replaced his fingers, and I couldn’t help but arch back into the caress.
“My wife, my woman, mine.” His tongue followed the path his fingers had just taken.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it is. Lower your arms. Let the dress fall.”
“What if someone sees us from the window?”
“It’s tinted. I like my privacy. No one can see in. Now do as I said.”
Closing my eyes, I let the ruined gown slip from my arms and pool at my feet.
“Now I’m going to make sure you keep those hands where I want them.”
He captured my wrists before I could move, setting them above my head on the window. Then he wrapped my hands together with a black ribbon. No, it wasn’t a ribbon, it was his bowtie.
My pulse jumped. These were things I fantasized about but never expected to act out.
The glint of the wedding band on his ring finger as he knotted the tie had me feeling the same sense of possessiveness he’d expressed moments earlier. I really was losing my mind around this man. How could I want to punch him and kiss him at the same time?
“Leave them there. If you move them. I will spank your ass and won’t let you come.”
“No spanking.”
Immediately, I felt the sting of his palm against my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He rubbed the sore spot. “Now tell me again that you don’t want it. Tell me that your ass isn’t craving more or pushing against my hand right now.”
I froze, realizing I was seeking his stinging touch.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You’re just angry the man you had an affair with is the man you ended up marrying.”
I shot him an irritated glare. “No, I’m angry because the man I thought I knew turned out to be a fraud.”
“Be angry all you want. You’re still married to me and all the many faces I wear.”
I almost asked what he meant by that statement when he moved the gusset of my thong and pressed a finger deep inside me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, now pissed off at my own body and its need for this man.
“You’re dripping.” He pulled out and brought his fingers to my lips. “Suck.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll bite you? I’m in a biting kind of mood.”
He coated my lips with my essence. “Go ahead. Your ass will suffer the consequences. Now open.”
I complied, letting the taste of my arousal explode on my tongue.
“Good?”
I nodded.
“Let me see if I agree.” He clutched my hair, tugging my head back and covering my mouth with his.
The kiss w
as all-consuming and so different from what we’d shared before. It was as if, now that the truth was out, he wasn’t going to hold back.
“Like ambrosia for the gods,” he murmured as he pulled back. “I have one question for you.”
“What?”
“Flogger or my hand?”
“You can’t be serious. No spanking.”
“Then flogger, it is.”
The idea of it had my insides heating but was I ready? The furthest I’d ventured into this world was what I’d experienced a week earlier and we’d done nothing more than spanking.
“I’m not sure.”
We hadn’t even figured out how this whole thing with us was going to work. Hell, I was still so hurt and angry with him.
God, I was losing my mind.
“I saw your reaction to the scene at the club. I know you wanted to experience what Kiera was feeling. The one thing I’m very good at is reading people.”
I dropped my head to the glass. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you take this part of me again.”
He hands came around me, covering mine, and his hard chest pressed against my back. It was like being cocooned in his heat, in his strength.
“I’m not going to take anything. This is about you giving yourself to me, freely. You tell me you truly don’t want it, then it won’t happen.”
I opened my mouth to say I wanted this to stop, to truly stop, but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.
“If I say I don’t want it, will you leave me alone?”
“Do you want me to?”
His delicious scent tickled my nose and my head fell back against his neck. “You confuse me. Why do I need you so much? I should hate you.”
“But you don’t. Now tell me, flogger or my hand. You need it as much as I do.”
I inhaled deep, knowing there was no way I was stopping this. I wanted to feel the bite of the thin straps of the leather against my skin, and the painful pleasure that I’d seen Kiera experience.
“Flogger.”
I felt his lips curve against my skin. “Good choice. Stay here. And that means don’t move a muscle.”
He lifted off me, and immediately I missed the feel of his heat, his hard body, his presence.
I couldn’t believe I was really going to let him flog me after everything that had happened.
As Lilly would say to me, I was dickmatized. That was the only answer. One night of incredible sex had me craving more even when logic said I should fight him tooth and nail for lying to me.
After a few minutes, I felt myself growing restless.
Where the hell had he gone?
I turned my head to peek behind me and found him sitting on the arm of the sofa with the flogger in his hand. The way he looked reminded me of the Dom from the club, Liam. But unlike Liam, Baz had an aura around him that had my core clenching.
“Why are you sitting there?”
“I was waiting for you to work out all the turmoil in your head.”
“That’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
He rose, stepping in my direction. “Then maybe this will help you forget for a while.”
He placed a hand on my back, pressing my naked breast to the cool glass.
“I’ll start with slow strokes, letting them grow harder until a light pink flush covers every inch of your exposed skin. The only way I’ll stop is if you say a safe word. What’s your safe word, Isa?”
We were really doing this.
I thought for a second and then said, “Deception.”
I could almost hear him clench his jaw.
“Deception, it is. Let’s begin.”
I braced for the sting of the flogger but what came was the feel of his warm hands stroking my skin, over my calves, up my thighs, and all over my back.
The gentleness of his touch brought tears to my eyes. It was like he was memorizing every one of my curves.
I gasped when his lips grazed my lower spine.
This wasn’t what I wanted. He was supposed to make me lose myself in the feel of the pain and the pleasure. He wasn’t supposed to make me need him like this.
When his lips moved to the back of my neck, tingles shot through my body and my heart clenched.
Without realizing it, I whispered, “Deception.”
Sebastian froze, turning my face to the side to look at him. “We haven’t even started.”
“I can’t, not today when you’re touching me like this. Like I mean something to you.”
“You do mean something, Isa. You meant something to me from that moment our eyes connected in your club.” He stared into my eyes. “What do you want to do? Stop completely?”
I didn’t want to make this decision. I wanted him to make it for me, but that wasn’t how this worked.
“I want you to fuck me, no kink, no making love. Just fucking. I don’t want to think about anything but the feel of your cock in me.”
A flash of hurt and pain passed through his dark eyes as he stepped back. Without another word, he pushed off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. His cock, thick and heavy, pointed upward.
He fisted the base with a tight grip, causing precum to drip from the tip.
The feral look in his eyes as he moved toward me and stroked his cock had my core spasming.
It was obvious we weren’t going to use a condom. I’d never gone bare before, and the idea of it was both frightening and exciting.
This was my husband, a man who’d broken my heart, the man who’d father my children, the man who seemed to have possessed me into wanting him like no other person before.
He braced a hand over my bound wrists, pressing me onto the cool window and making my nipples pebble harder.
He slid the thick length of his cock down between my ass cheeks and through the slit of my pussy lips, stopping at my clit to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves with his bulbous head.
I couldn’t hide my whimper.
“Do you want this?”
I didn’t respond, and he repeated the delicious torture.
“I asked you a question.”
“Y-y-yes.”
“You want to stop thinking?”
“Yes.”
“You want to feel my cock fucking into you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Please,” I begged.
I was going to go out of my mind.
“Wrong.” He rimmed my pussy, pushing in a frustrating fraction of an inch. “The correct answer is yes, Baz.”
I glared over my shoulder. “Yes, Sebastian.”
“Wrong again.” He thrust in a little farther and immediately pulled out.
I clenched my bound hands, dropping my forehead to the window. “I won’t say it. You aren’t my Baz.”
He leaned in and bit the juncture of my shoulder and neck. “We’re the same person. One is who I have to be, one is who I am with you.”
I wanted to believe him.
“Say it, Isa.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. “Baz.”
He pushed in to the hilt.
“Say it again.” He pulled out.
“Baz.”
“That’s right. I’m Baz.” He began a relentless pace, pounding into me.
My pussy quivered, quickening in slow pulses.
“More. I need more.”
“You’ll take what I give you.” He pressed his body flush against my back, leaving no room between his skin and mine. “You’re mine, Isa.”
He pulled out and thrust back in.
“I will take your control, but not tonight. I want you to know it’s me who’s fucking you. Not just any cock.”
“Baz, please. Harder.”
His pace quickened. “This is your husband fucking you. You’ll never forget it.”
His fingers slipped between me and the window, finding my clit and giving it a gentle stroke.
“Yes,” I cried out as my body
flew over the cliff in release.
My pussy clenched around his pistoning cock, soaking him in my juices.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t hold out any longer.” Sebastian came in a loud roar, pumping me full of his cum.
Chapter Eleven
Sebastian
I tried to calm my breath and tame the pounding in my chest. I’d just had the most incredible orgasm of my life with the woman of my dreams. Now I had to figure a way out of the mess I’d created with her.
Reluctantly, I lifted my weight off Isa’s back and pulled free of her snug pussy.
Fuck, I was still half hard.
No matter how much I wanted to fuck her nonstop, we had to talk.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. We need to have a long conversation.”
She stirred, raising her head from the glass.
“Is sex between us always going to be this intense?”
Hopefully this sex-drunk state of hers would open her to listen to what I had to say. There were things I had to share with her and there were things I could never share with her. I hadn’t lied when I said I wore many faces. I was the ruthless mobster the world believed me to be but I was also the man who used my position to stop and take down scum worse than myself.
“I have no doubt.” I kissed her naked back as I untied her wrists and rubbed her arms as I brought them down.
She moaned. “I don’t think I have the energy to walk.”
“Well that’s good. Then you’re a captive audience for the discussion we’re going to have.” I scooped her into my arms, letting her burrow into my chest.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“I wasn’t expecting anything else. But I’m not the bastard you believe me to be.”
She lifted her head and raised a brow.
“Okay, I am a bastard, but I have my reasons.”
Carrying her into the bedroom, I laid her on the bed and felt my heart skip a beat.
She was a goddess with her kiss-swollen lips, tousled black hair, eyes so blue they looked artificial. I’d had my share of models, actresses, and socialites with polish and perfection but none held a candle to this woman.
My woman.
“I’ll be back.” I went into the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp washcloth and came down beside her.
As I cleaned the cum from between her legs, I felt my cock go from semi-hard to completely erect. I was constantly hard around her.