Page 96 of The Haunting Plot

“She was the most infuriatingly stubborn woman in existence. And I wanted nothing more than to be the man to break her like a new mare refusing a saddle. That, I had experience in; that was easy. I could read horses, knew what it took to get them comfortable with my touch, knew how to get them to trust me. But my wife was a different breed. She shouldn’t trust me. Not if she knew all the filthy things I wanted to do to her. All the debaucherous thoughts that clouded my judgement whenever she was near.”

“Is that what you want?” He grips the hair at the base of my neck, gathering it in his fist as he yanks me back. “You want me to break you in? Make you bow down to me? Bend to my will?”

Yes, please. I don’t care how desperate I look or sound. I want him to own my body as if it belongs to him. “Yes, Chief.”

“Deepen your voice and keep reading.” He releases his hold on my hair, and I collapse forward onto my arms.

Does he have this scene memorized? How does he know that Weston speaks next? I push down the warmth that revelation brings and drop my voice as I read. “‘Tonight you’re my toy to play with. You’re here to serve me like a needy cumslut. Like a good little bride. Just a hole for your husband to use and fill with his cum. Nothing more.’”

He brings his hand down on my ass hard, the loud crack reverberating through the room. “Oh, God.”

“That’s not my name, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Pain blooms sharp and fast on my ass as he spanks me again. “I’ll call you whatever I want. The only way I’ll stop is if you use that safe word.” He pauses, waiting to see if I’ll give in. “That’s what I thought. If you want me to top, then you will submit completely. If you talk back again, I will punish you. Is that clear, princess?” He spits the nickname like a challenge.

“Yes, Chief.”

“Keep reading.”

The fat tip of his cock rubs through my lips, thrusting in until it taps my clit. “‘Please fuck me. I need my husband’s cum,’ Ariana cried, her voice thick with need.”

Sawyer’s hands grab my hips as he nudges my thighs together, and I try to concentrate on the words in front of me. “Fuck if I’d deny my wife anything when she begs so beautifully for me.”

His hips snap forward, his cock sliding through my closed legs, lighting up every nerve in its path as he teases me. “‘Beg me to fuck you, wife. Beg me to fill you. Beg me to break you, Ari.’” I abandon the page, focusing on my thighs and how the tip of his cock emerges with each thrust.

“Beg for it, Raven.”

“Please,” I whimper. The friction he’s creating as he fucks between my thighs, the flared head of his cock rubbing against my overly sensitive clit, is so good I feel like I’m about to come. I’m afraid to beg any louder. Afraid he’ll stop and deny me the orgasm almost in reach.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

“Good. That’s exactly how I want you.” He pushes in once more, then pauses as he digs his fingertips into my hips. “Once I’m done with you, I want you to look at the marks I leave on your skin and remember that I’m the only one worthy of giving them to you, of giving you what you need. The only one you’ll surrender to.”

A shiver courses through me as I focus on my breathing. My entire body is buzzing with need. “Please, can I come?”

He bends down, his slick cock still wedged between my thighs as he hovers close to my ear. “You come when I allow it. For now, I want you trembling beneath me, thinking only about me. Pathetic for me. Worthless to others. Useless until I need a warm hole to fill. Can you do that for me?”

Sweet fucking Christ. Where has this man been hiding all my life? It’s an effort to contain my excitement as I speak. “Yes, Chief.”

“Such a good fucktoy.” He pinches my nipple hard.

“Oh, fuck.” Pain zips down my front as my eyes squeeze shut.

His tongue licks the shell of my ear as he whispers, “You showed me exactly how to please this incredible body.” He pinches harder, and I cry out. “But you also showed me exactly how to punish it. That was your plan all along, wasn’t it?”

I nod, unable to respond as I gulp in air.

“Clever girl.” He releases my nipple and pulls his hips back, his cock nearly gone before he shoves forward again, angling his hips so the tip of his dick slams into my clit. My back bows as I try to regain control. The sensation is intense, overwhelming.

“Keep still while I decide if you get to come or not,” he growls.

It takes everything in me to maintain my composure as he fucks through my slit.

“I.” Thrust. “Said.” Thrust. “Stay.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Still.” Thrust.