by Bianca Cole
Each impale of his cock is harder and faster, leaving me panting for breath. Milo is a beast—a cruel and unfeeling beast who knows how to make me want him in a way I could never have imagined until tonight.
I can feel my muscles tighten around his thick shaft—a warning that I won’t last much longer. “Fuck, daddy, I’m going to come,” I cry out as my thighs tremble.
Milo grabs hold of my ass cheeks and parts them further. “Good. I want to watch that tight pussy come all over my cock,” he growls, kneading my ass in his hands. “I want your juice dripping all over me, princess.”
My nipples tighten at his words, and I come undone. Every nerve in my body lights on fire as he continues to fuck me through it. He watches as I come all over his huge cock.
“Now it’s time for daddy to give you his seed,” Milo growls.
I tense at the thought, suddenly realizing that we’re fucking without any protection at all. “Wait, don’t—”
Milo growls behind me as he explodes inside of me. I feel his cum shooting deep inside of my pussy as he thrusts again and again, draining every drop. My body remains tense as panic starts to rise inside of me. There’s no way I want to get pregnant with this monster’s baby.
Once he’s finished, he pulls out.
I straighten up and turn to glare at him as he tucks his cock back into his suit pants. “I’m not on the pill or anything, so that was a dumb move.”
There’s amusement dancing in his ice-blue eyes as he meets my gaze. “You’re my wife now, Aida. I expect you to provide me an heir. I’m going to keep breeding you until you produce what I want.”
I stare at him in shock. He never mentioned having his child, but I guess it is a natural progression—marriage then kids.
He walks to the other end of the plane and drawing a curtain between us. I’ve never felt so used in all my life as I feel the cum drip from my abused pussy.
Milo is the monster I expected. I can’t understand why his coldness hurts so badly when I always expected it. I think it’s because he just took such an intimate thing from me. Milo took it as though it meant nothing. A right he has as my husband.
I grit my teeth, knowing I hate him more than ever. I hate him, and I want him, two things that should never co-exist. This honeymoon is going to be hell, and it’s hardly even started yet.
12
Milo
The villa on the beach is secluded and perfect for the antics I have planned with my new wife. The island has hardly any residents, which means we won’t see many other people. I stare out of the floor-to-ceiling aspect windows at my wife walking along the white sand beach.
Aida strolls toward the sea. I watch her as she dips her toes in. It’s the early morning here in the Bahamas, and the sun is painting the sky in a mix of orange and yellow.
Aida thought I was asleep when she snuck out of the bedroom, dressing silently. It’s amusing how clueless she can be. I’m her master now. Everything she does, I will know. My life doesn’t lend to having a wife who can do what the fuck she wants. It’ll take time for her to accept my position of dominance over her in day-to-day life, but she’ll accept it.
I sip my coffee, watching her like a hawk. Aida is entirely unaware that she’s being watched as she throws her hands above her head and twirls around in the surf.
I can’t help but feel in awe of her unbreakable positivity, even in the circumstances she’s found herself in. There’s something beautiful about her strength, but I’ve seen women like her break in the end. I know that I will tire of her in time, but surprisingly after our first night together, I want her more.
I knock back the rest of my coffee before opening the sliding door out onto the wrap-around porch. A warm breeze embraces me the moment I step outside into the humid Caribbean air. It’s been a long time since I took a break away from the city. People would have questioned my relationship with Aida if we didn’t go on a honeymoon, especially with my wealth.
I walk down the porch steps and silently move toward Aida, who is unaware of my presence. She looks in her element on the beach, but I guess this is the kind of setting she is used to. After all, Aida grew up on an island in the Mediterranean.
My cock throbs in my swim shorts as I make my way toward her. All she’s wearing is a bikini and sheer beach dress that I asked Olivia to pack. Aida hasn’t been allowed to keep many of her clothes as I had Olivia pick out her new wardrobe with one brief—make sure everything she buys is sexy.
Once I’m about a meter behind Aida, I clear my throat.
Her shoulders stiffen, and she turns around slowly. When our eyes meet, that raw electricity pulses between us. No matter how much she tries to deny it, the sexual attraction is undeniable.
“What are you doing out here?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest.
I tilt my head to the side. “Are you asking what I’m doing on the private beach of the villa I rented?” The girl has real tenacity, considering her position in this relationship.
She shakes her head. “No, but you can’t sneak up on people like that.”
I smirk at her. “Bad choice of word.”
Her lip quivers and she turns away from me to look across the expansive ocean again.
I feel my blood boil that she dares to tell me I can’t do something and then turn her back on me as if I’m unimportant.
Aida must love punishment. Otherwise, she would have learned by now that pissing me off only results in pain for her. I grab her by the hips, and she gasps, turning rigid the moment my hands are on her. “Never turn your back on me again, do you understand?” I growl.
Aida nods her head slowly. “Yes, sir,” she says, condescension lacing her tone.
I let it slide. “Face me, angel.” I love calling her an angel because that’s what she is. A pure and innocent angel who has fallen into the hands of the devil.
She turns around and glares at me. My savage deflowering hasn’t broken her spirit, which means she’s strong. A lot of women would be broken by it.
I hate the admiration I feel pooling in my stomach. It’s not something I’m used to feeling for anyone. “Give your husband a good morning kiss,” I order.
The fire in her beautiful, deep brown eyes makes me harder than nails. Aida’s about five foot seven, which isn’t short. However, I am almost a foot taller than her at six foot six. She tries to reach me by stretching onto her tiptoes, but she’s not tall enough.
I smirk and then lower my head, bringing my lips to hers. Our lips meet as Aida tries to pull away after a brief touch, but my hard, throbbing cock has other ideas.
I forcefully grab her hips and hold her against me. My tongue drives past her lips and devours her mouth. It’s the first kiss we’ve shared since we got here.
Aida watched me walk away from her after claiming her virginity with sadness in her eyes. I watched on the CCTV in the jet as she curled up in the armchair, and tears flooded down her cheeks. It was a strangely beautiful scene to watch.
When we got to the villa, she went straight to bed and was asleep by the time I joined her. My fear that I’d broken her resolve on the plane was unfounded. As here she is with that feisty fire burning in her eyes. I like her fighting me. It makes it more enjoyable.
Aida pushes me away, breaking the kiss. “You’re the most frustrating man I’ve ever met.”
I tilt my head slightly and smile at her. “Good, I’m glad I’ve gotten under your skin.”
She shakes her head and groans, turning her back on me for the second time and walking away.
My jaw clenches. “Aida, what did I tell you?”
She glances over her shoulder, and there’s a devious glint in her eyes. Suddenly, she starts into a sprint into the sea and then dives in, swimming away from me.
I growl as my prey tries to escape me, diving in after her.
Aida is a good swimmer. Stronger than I expected as she makes good ground in front of me, but I’m faster. In the end, I manage to catch her about twenty meters alon
g the shore.
She squeals as my arms wrap tightly around her waist.
I pull her back flush against my chest. “I warned you not to turn your back on me, and swimming away from me is even worse,” I murmur into her ear, letting her feel the hard press of my cock against her skimpily clad body.
Aida didn’t bother removing the sheer beach dress before plunging headfirst into the warm sea. “Sorry, sir,” she says, her voice laced with desire.
I think my rough handling of her last night backfired. Normally, the women I pay to fuck don’t enjoy the pain I dole out, but Aida does. It’s a dilemma that will become difficult to handle. Granted, I was tame with her on the plane because I didn’t have a full range of equipment. Aida loved it, though.
“You’ll have to pay for your disobedience, but first, we have a schedule to maintain.” I bite her earlobe hard enough to hurt. “A schedule that your escapade is going to make keeping difficult. We’re already late.”
Aida glances at me over her shoulder. “Maybe we should scrap the schedule then.” She pushes her ass harder into my cock.
It takes all my willpower to resist, but I won’t give in to her devious seduction. One fuck, and she’s transformed from an innocent angel to a seductive hellion. “No. Now come inside and get ready,” I order.
Aida’s shoulders drop in disappointment. It’s hard to believe after the rough fuck I gave her last night and my swift exit that she is in any state for more. I expected her to be too sore to fuck today but intended to fuck her anyway. What I didn’t expect was for her to want it. “Fine,” she huffs, releasing herself from my hold and swimming to the shore.
I watch her and can’t help but smile. Aida surprises me every chance she can, and I know that’s dangerous. She’s unpredictable. I don’t do unpredictable, but the thought of not having her at my mercy is unappealing. Aida has become intriguing to me. Until I figure her out, I won’t be able to get her out of my system.
The warm water washes around me as the waves crash into the shore. All the beauty of this island pales compared to the woman walking across the beach. Every step she takes makes her hips sway delectably.
I’m irritated that I made plans, but Anita is booked to take us on an island tour. Our honeymoon pictures need to be convincing when we show them to the mayor. After our first impression of him as a couple, I’m not sure we were that convincing.
The last thing I need is for Thomas to stop backing me in my endeavors to take more power in Boston. My bid to get onto the city council has been in play for over three years, and my wife won’t take that away from me.
A charity gala is due to be held the night we return to Boston, and we will be there playing the convincing role of newlyweds. I’ve got a lot of work to do when it comes to Aida, but three more days on this island could help with that.
I dive into the water and swim to the shore, knowing we don’t have long until Anita shows up at the door. My wife’s antics mean I need to shower, dry, and dress again.
She will need to be punished for it, but that can wait until tonight. Today, we will act like a normal, happy couple on honeymoon.
13
Aida
“Hello, I’m Anita, and I’ll be doing your island tour,” the lady standing at the front door says.
My brow furrows. “Island tour?”
She smiles, holding her hand to her chest. “Oh, was it a surprise?” She shakes her head, glancing behind me. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Mazzeo. I didn’t realize.”
My body tenses when I realize he’s behind me. The predator that fucked me on the plane and walked away as if taking my virginity means nothing.
“Not to worry, Anita. She had to find out at some point.” He wraps his arms tightly around my waist, kissing my neck. “I thought you’d enjoy a tour of the island today.” There’s an alarmingly affectionate tone to his voice rather than the usual coldness.
I nod. “That sounds lovely.”
My heart skips a beat as he entwines his fingers with mine. “Let’s go, then. Is the boat out front?”
“Yes, it’s ready on the dock.” Anita looks at us and smiles. “What a beautiful couple you two make.” She winks at Milo. “You’ll have beautiful children.”
My stomach churns as I remember Milo’s reaction when I told him I wasn’t on the pill.
I’m going to keep breeding you until you produce what I want.
A shudder races down my spine. I’m nothing more to this man than a prize bitch to breed from and discard when he’s done with me. It’s a chilling notion but a dismally true one.
I hate him more than ever after the way he took my virginity. My expectations met reality, but I’d hoped I was somehow wrong about Milo Mazzeo. The sickest part is that I wanted him again this morning when I felt his hard length pressed against my ass. My mind hates him, but my body craves his touch. Desire is more complicated than I could have imagined.
Milo guides me out the back of the villa and down the sandy beach toward the dock where a small yacht waits for us. Anita follows behind us as Milo keeps his hand tight around mine. It feels like he’s changed his entire personality all of a sudden as he helps me onto the boat.
“Wow, this is lovely,” I say, noticing the hot tub on the deck and the large sun bed next to it.
Milo wraps an arm around my back. “Sit back and enjoy it, angel,” he murmurs into my ear. “This is going to be the most fun you’ll have on this trip.” That cold, cruel tone returns, and my stomach sinks like a lead weight.
Anita claps her hands. “Right, so first stop will be Compass Cay to swim with the nurse sharks.”
I tense at that, wondering if she’s serious. Swimming with sharks is not on my bucket list.
Milo smirks. “Don’t tell me you are scared of sharks, angel?”
I glare at him and don’t answer. The guy is an asshole, and I’m not admitting to him any of my fears. If I do, he will probably throw me overboard with them. I sit on the large day bed and dangle my toes into the hot tub in the center.
Anita smiles. “It’s about a twenty-minute journey from here, so sit back and relax.” She walks toward a small bar set up to one side. “Can I get you two love birds something to drink?”
“Whiskey on the rocks,” Milo answers.
I stare at him with wide eyes. “It’s barely ten in the morning.”
He shrugs. “We’re on holiday.”
Anita pours the drink. “And, for you?”
“I’ll have an orange juice, please.”
She smiles and pours my more sensible drink for the morning before bringing them over. “Is there anything else I can get you?” Anita asks.
Milo shakes his head. “No, that’s all. Thank you, Anita.”
Anita nods. “I’ll leave the both of you in peace then.”
I watch as she walks toward the front of the boat and disappears. A snap of a camera draws my attention back to my husband. Milo has a camera around his neck and takes a few photos of the boat and the view. “I didn’t know you were into photography.”
He looks at me and laughs. “I’m not, but when we attend the charity event next week with a lot of the guests at our reception, they’re going to expect to see photos.” He raises a brow. “We need to make this convincing.”
I shake my head and pull my beach dress off, revealing the overly revealing swimsuit that Olivia packed for me. Luckily, it has a full bottom area of fabric covering the bruises Milo gave me on the airplane. It’s red with hardly any fabric to cover my breasts but holds them together perfectly.
Milo’s gaze pins to me as I stand and walk down the steps into the warm water of the hot tub. He’s no longer taking photos. Instead, he’s watching me with a predatory gaze—a gaze that makes me feel unusually powerful. It makes me feel powerful that a man as cold as him can be distracted by my body so easily.
I could sense his surprise when I tried to seduce him in the sea. He expected me to be a broken shell of a woman after the way he fucked me and left me. I won
’t let him break me already. If I let Milo have the upper hand, then I know I won’t survive him.
Milo pulls his shirt off and sets the camera on top of it before joining me in the tub. “Did I give you permission to get into the tub?” he asks, wrapping a strong, tattooed arm around my waist and pulling my back against him.
I shake my head. “You said to sit back and enjoy it while I can.” I shrug. “That’s what I’m doing.”
His warm breath teases against the nape of my neck as he plants a soft kiss there. A kiss that is so opposing to the way he has kissed me any other time. There’s nothing soft or gentle about Milo. “Now, smile and look pretty,” he murmurs as he reaches for the camera on the day bed.
I grit my teeth, knowing it’s almost impossible to smile in my situation.
“I said smile, angel.” He grazes his teeth gently across the back of my neck, tickling me.
I smile involuntarily, and he snaps the photo. A photo that he checks on the screen, and it’s a ridiculous sight. If someone didn’t know the truth about our arranged marriage and my hatred for this man, we would look like a normal couple on honeymoon. It’s an image that couldn’t be further from the truth and drives home the old-time saying, don’t judge a book by its cover.
“You look beautiful,” Milo says, with an alarming sincerity in his deep baritone voice. “A real angel.”
I look at the photo. “An angel caught by the devil himself,” I murmur.
Anita clears her throat behind us. “We’re pulling into Compass bay. Are you two ready for an experience of a lifetime?”
Milo nods and squeezes me. “We sure are. Don’t worry, Aida. I’ll protect you.” The act falls into place whenever Anita is around, and it makes my skin crawl. Protect me. He’ll do the opposite to me. Bend me, break me and discard me when he’s had enough.
He exits the hot tub before turning around and offering me his hand.
I meet his ice-blue gaze, and my heart somersaults at the fiery desire burning in them. His normally cold and impossible-to-read expression entirely melted away. I wonder if that’s part of his act.