SHATTERED VOWS: An Arrange Marriage

CHAPTER 9: MORINA

I should have said no.

Jesus, he was massive though. I’d felt it in the car, and I’d been inclined to go down the rabbit hole of the night not because of that but because he’d refused to screw me right there.

Bastian wanted to be some sort of gentleman, but his c**k told another story. The way he looked at me now told another story too. He was all constraint, slowly unraveling, whereas I’d unwound long ago. And I didn’t get on my knees for just anybody. I could count the men on one hand. I’d never even swallowed.

Yet, I was between his legs and lowering my mouth to his c**k faster than I ever had in my life. For a second time. I couldn’t believe that after him comparing me to his flight attendant, I was doing this. I hated being compared to others, and his statement was one I’d make him sorry for by being the best.

But that wasn’t why I was here. His kiss had pushed every button I hid from every other man I’d been with. Most men were a nice lay, but Bastian’s kiss had been vicious, like he’d unleashed a beast.

He hadn’t held back that second time, and I wanted to know what s*x would be like without any constraints. Could he go to the limits I wanted to? Did I even have limits at this point? No man had the audacity to push all the boundaries on a quick fling. And I’d never wanted more than that. Bastian might have the confidence though. And I was willing to take the risk.

Plus, I wanted to see him come apart when I tried my best to take him all in my mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair as I licked the tip of him once more, pre-c*m already coating my tongue as he whispered a string of obscenities.

I took him in my mouth nice and slow, one inch at a time, my hand at the base of him, pumping. My tongue explored where it could, but he was only halfway in before I was completely full.

So full I knew I’d gag as my eyes watered from his size.

He ran a finger down my cheek and murmured, “You’re beautiful with my c**k in your mouth, love. Keep looking at me just like that.”

His hands in my hair took some of the control as he pulled me back, and I was able to swirl my tongue around him and flick the tip. Big, hard, and overwhelming. Just what I wanted.

With his legs caging me in and the next row of seats to my back, he controlled the moment. When he gyrated forward and pulled my head back down his length, more of him slipped in my mouth, more than I’d ever taken.

“This too much, ragazza?” he asked as tears streamed from my eyes. But I shook my head because I saw the way his neck strained, the way he was breaking a sweat. “f**k,” he moaned when I took a bit more of him and gagged.

“I want to come in you and have you take it all. You’d be so good at it. I see how you like it. Jesus, so good.” I thought he was about to.

I was ready for it but then he yanked my hair back again.

"We finish this in the bed. You’re mine for the night, pretty girl.” A little giddy, lips tingling, I followed him to the back of the jet where a shiny oak door opened to a room that looked straight out of a luxury hotel.

Crystal glasses sat atop a granite bar. The cream carpet was lush under my feet, complementing the soft-beige walls. The bed was a king because of course this man needed everything to be the biggest and best.

“Guessing these sheets are Egyptian cotton.” Bastian laughed behind me before he bent down to my neck and sucked my skin.

That spot was one of my most sensitive ones, and I couldn’t help but moan. When his arms came around me, I dragged his hands up my stomach and let him knead my boobs.

God, he was good with his hands, and his d**k against my ass felt like one I would enjoy riding all night. I pushed my ass out, and he ground hard into it.

“You like teasing me, Morina?” I smiled. The truth was I thought Bastian liked it, so I continued.

“Honestly, I should probably stop the teasing. You’re big but I don’t know if you can keep it up and play all night.” He squeezed one breast harder.

“And why is that?”

“Well, the men I’ve been with—”

“Were just boys, Morina.” I glanced back at him with faux innocent doe eyes.

“But boys know how to play for a long time, Bastian.”

“Men don’t play. Now.” His dark eyes changed. Gone was the fun. Gone was the toying around. Bastian Armanelli grabbed my attention by the throat and dropped the veil he kept up for everyone else. Behind me stood the king of monsters, commander in chief of a vicious army.

His stare raked over me, leaving a trail of heat

over my neck, stealing my breath. “Bend over.” He pushed at my back, and I fell forward, catching myself on the bed. My ass pointed right toward him, and he didn’t wait in lowering my pants.

He growled when he saw my red panties, but he yanked those down too. I heard him rip a condom wrapper and waited for him to come up behind me and plow in. He didn’t. I finally peered back to see what he was doing, and as soon as our eyes made contact, he brought his large hand down fast on my butt cheek.

I cried out at the sting but pleasure shot through every nerve. He shook his head.

“Not enough.” His large hand, calloused and hard, came down on me again. I gasped out his name.

“I’ll punish you every time you compare me to someone, ragazza,” he growled out his warning as he kneaded my reddened flesh.

I whimpered at his touch, my p***y already clenching for more punishment. That edge most men wouldn’t go over during a one-night stand? Bastian flew over it unapologetically, and my body loved him for it.

This wasn’t a kink I thought I’d ever have, and yet the words that flew from my mouth confirmed it.

“Better make it a good enough punishment to remember then, daddy. I’m still not convinced you’ll last through the night.”

One hand slid to my hips and his other one pinched at my c**t before he tested my entrance. White-hot pleasure raced through my blood faster than a riptide could take me under.

“So wet. Are you sure you’ll last?” I bit my lip and moaned as he worked two fingers into me.

I was drowning in him now, losing myself in the feel of him.

“Wet and tight. Guess it is just boys f*****g you, huh?” I wasn’t in any state to keep up the game.

I was on the verge of unraveling into ecstasy.

“That’s right. Moan like my good girl,” he murmured close to my ear.

“Tell me who you really get wet for.” Before I could fall over the edge into oblivion, he pulled his fingers from me and reddened my ass again.

“Morina, I expect my name on your lips when I ask for it.” I glared up at him, furious he held my orgasm hostage.

“I could have got wet for a lot of men tonight.” He grabbed me by the jaw and held my gaze as he dragged a thumb over my bottom lip.

“I’ll f**k your mouth again for the way you talk. You’ll take me again and again, love. You’re so f*****g good at it.” Then his c**k plowed into me. I didn’t have time to consider the spanking or the words.

The sting on my ass along with the pleasure of his d**k stretching me was too much. The way my blood rushed to my ass and how my p***y clenched around his pulsing length left my head spinning.

I could barely breathe, never mind speak. Bastian f****d me like he owned me and the world. He’d been considerate of everyone else throughout the night, but here, he was different. I witnessed the unyielding domination where he didn’t adjust for anyone.

That didn’t stop me, though. I met him thrust for thrust, pushing back onto him, screaming his name over and over.

When I hit my high, he growled and rode it with me, yanking my hair back so my ass arched further into him.

Breathless, I fell against the sheets and disappeared into the darkness of ecstasy.