Page 41 of The Duke’s Unwilling Bride

This is not how I want to get off. Not on my wedding night. I’ve been far too long without a willing vessel I’ve wanted to pour myself into, and whether or not Teresa wants to be my receptacle, I will use her, filling her with my cum, fucking her until she’s unable to even walk straight. Oh, but the things I want to do to her.

As her body quivers under my scrutiny, I bring back to mind the angry words that passed between us, not that long ago. The actions that led to this moment where she now finds herself back in my ropes. She lies far more than she tells the truth, and though I wish to punish her for it, show her the true sadist I can be, I refrain, determined to give her at least one good night on her wedding.

As a gentleman, a man of honor, I can’t just ram myself into her virginal holes, despite the longing to do so. It would be in bad form. And so, tonight, I resist the urge to punish her in the sexually painful way I long to and remind myself she’s now mine forever. After tonight, I will do any fucking thing I want to her.

Trailing my fingers across the swell of her ass, I sigh as her body ripples beneath my touch, sending more of her honeyed scent of arousal into the air. “Such a responsive little thing,” I breathe against her skin before sliding my tongue along her pebbled flesh.

She jerks away from me, but with the ropes, she’s unable to move all that much. A smile curves my lips as I reach down and once more tug at the crisp hairs, getting achingly close to her clit, but not touching it. “Do you know what I do with naughty girls that lie and disrespect me?”

“You chop them up and eat them for dinner?” Her voice is tense, strained almost, and all it does is make me smile all the more.

“Well, no. I don’t eat the women that disobey me. They don’t get that pleasure.”

She turns her head away so she’s no longer facing me and collapses against the bench. “Pleasure. Bah. What pleasure can be had by either you or eating?”

“Shall I show you?”

“Will it make your lips cease from needless talking?”

Frowning, I pull back away from her, my anger rekindling. I draw my hand back and let it loose against her arse cheek, grinning as she yelps and jerks forward.

“You.”

Smack. Her body tenses for a moment, then relaxes.

“Will not.”

Smack. A bit more squirming this time as her soft whimper fills the air. Her body explodes into a flurry of movement, soon calmed by my firm pressure against her back.

“Speak to me.”

Smack. Now, her body bucks as she tries to get away from my harsh hand.

“In such a manner. Not only am I your husband and master now, but I am also still a rightful duke. You are nothing more than the daughter of an earl, married into your power.”

Red blossoms across her pale skin, and in that moment, I am unable to help myself. Those little strips of pink are not enough. This little hellion will learn to mind me, even if I have to paint her entire arse red.

Walking over to the wall, I remove a strip of leather and walk over to the front of her bench to show her. “This is supposed to be your wedding night. You’d rather I punish you than pleasure you? Is this what you truly wish?”

“If that’s what makes you feel superior, then be my guest.” Unshed tears shine in her eyes, but her jaw is firmly set as she stares me down, calling my bluff.

With a loud roar, I throw the leather down, refusing to strike her when I’m this angry. I tear at the restraints and pocket the rope, going from limb to limb until she’s free once more. Gathering her in my arms, I take her back to my room, needing to be away from the temptation.

This vixen is hell-bent on driving me to madness, but I will not allow it. Even as she shouts out expletives that no lady should know, I keep my calm, going to a place inside me where I can remain unperturbed. But deep inside, I cannot wait until I can unleash myself on her.

Storming back into my bedchamber, I toss her down onto the bed, darting after her as she scrambles over the sheets, trying to get away. I grab her ankle and draw her back to me, but still, she fights. Pulling out a length of rope from my pocket, I slide it between my teeth to hold it as I grab her other ankle and turn her, forcing her onto her back.

Her eyes blaze with anger as I slide one end of the rope through the nearest ring and wind it about her limb. She continues to wrestle about, nearly pulling her foot out. Climbing onto the bed, I straddle her, pinning her torso so that all she can do is pummel me with her fist.

I ignore the soft blows as I secure her, pulling her hands down to the bed, fighting her as I wrap my rope around them. Once she’s secure, I climb off of her and grab her legs.

She kicks at me, her movements deadly accurate, nearly hitting me in the groin. This just won’t do. Grasping one leg, I tie it to the bed. I then stretch her other leg as far as it will go before tying off that one as well.

When Teresa finally realizes she’s not going to be able to move, she opens her mouth and lets out a blood-curdling scream. Enraged, I storm over to my dresser and pull out a cravat and shove it between her lips, forcing it deep enough that she can't just spit it out.

My lips turn up into a sneer as I stand, taking in the view of her naked body splayed just for me. I move to touch her, but a loud rap sounds at the door, scattering my thoughts. On the bed, Teresa squirms about, her muffled grunts barely audible.

Pulling on a dressing robe, I hurry over to the door and open it up just enough for whoever it is to see my face, but not the naked woman bound to my bed. As soon as I open the door just a crack, I am face to face with both my butler and my valet.