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“Wh-why?”

“I wish to fuck you while you wear them, that’s why.”

Her breath as she watched him stalk around the bed came heavy and made his  chest tighten with excitement. “Do it then.”

So bold. So headstrong. He couldn’t help chuckling. “So now you want me.”

Her breathing grew even more labored, her eyes troubled. He could see her struggling within— hating to admit  what they both knew was true.

“It’s all right,” he said. “Say it. We both know it. You want me. And I want you.”

She let out a sigh, looking forlorn,  slightly  beaten. “All right,” she said softly. “Yes, I want you. Just as you want me. Happy now?”

“Somewhat,” he said, quirking a wicked grin in her direction.

“Somewhat?”

He paused, recalling her vows never to desire him. Her admission just now was grudging at best, and  he wanted more. Wanted to make certain she understood how things were to be between them, who was in  control. “Tell me you want my cock.”

He watched her tense slightly. “Why? Why  must it be said?”

“Because I wish to hear it. I wish the words to leave those pretty lips of yours before  I kiss them. Just like you kissed my cock earlier today.” He made no attempt to hide hisamusement. “Surely you remember that, dear bride. You sank your sweet lips onto my hard shaft of your own accord.”

She was clearly attempting to look aloof, unaffected. “I don’t wish to say it.”

“You must.”

“And if I don’t?”

Rebellious little girl. He shook his head. “You don’t get my cock.”

At this, she gasped, then looked dreadfully sorry she’d let him see the response.

“In fact,” he went on, “I want you to beg.”

She blinked. “What?”

His chest filled with warmth. “A moment ago,  asking  for  my  cock  would  have  been

sufficient, but now I intend to make you
 
beg
 
for what you want.”

Her gaze narrowed. “
Never
.”

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“Never is a long time, bride. And from where I was sitting during the rituals, you  need some more pleasure. You need it  so badly you’re about to burst.”

She looked as if she’d been caught  at something. “Even so, I won’t
 
beg
 
you, you  ruffian.”

Taking a seat in a chair at the foot of  the bed, he reached up and brushed hisfingertips over the soft outer flesh of her bare cunt. She hissed at the pleasure the light touch delivered and he smiled. “Never is a long time, and frankly,  I don’t think you’ll last even the night, so why not just tell me what I want to hear?”

She simply shook her head. “I can’t. I would hate myself.”

He was at a loss. “I don’t understand. Why?”

She nearly clenched her teeth as she spoke.  “You demand such authority over me, obedience from me. I won’t give it—ever.”

Ah, back to her strong will and rebellious nature. Clearly, Enrick had not raised the girl to understand her situation in  life. Clearly, he’d raised his daughters as most men would raise boys. He could see where one might be tempted to do that—he felt certain that when he became a father he would love his daughters as much as his sons, and given that Enrick had never had sons to instill  with values of power and pride, it almost made sense. But Maven was
 
his
 
now, and she was going to learn to bend that stubborn will of hers if it killed them both with frustration.

He crawled up onto the bed until his head  was between her thighs, until he  could smell the sweet scent of her cunt. Ares,  she  was slick and wet and ready. He licked fromher open pink lips up to her engorged clit.

She moaned deeply.

Then he blew on the clit for added effect.

“More,” she murmured.

“That’s right,” he said softly. “Beg for it, Maven.”

She stiffened, almost as  if  she hadn’t realized that was what she’d begun to do. “No,  I won’t. I don’t care if you
 
never
 
take my virginity. I won’t beg you to do it.”

He drew back slightly. “Very well, my stubborn little bride.” Rising from the bed,  he took a seat in a chair near the door. Watching her still, he unlaced his leather pants and let his hardened cock jut free.

She flinched  at the sight of it, but he held back a smile. Instead,  he reached down and began to gently stroke himself.

She swallowed visibly at the sight.

“Like what you see, bride?”

She appeared, for a moment, as if caught in  a trance. Then she jerked free of it and struggled to get her bearings back. “It’s fine enough, I suppose.”

He let out a hearty chuckle. “Again with  that. Ares help  me, but you do amuse me,  Maven.” Aware she still kept her gaze on his rod, he  glanced down at its  size and

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imagined the honeyed sweetness of plunging  it between her thighs. “A shame you’re  going to waste all that sweet juice that’s making your cunt so slick.” Slick and shiny. Her legs were still spread, keeping him on the sharp edge of arousal. “A shame all those  cocks prepared you for this—” he squeezed
 
his
 
cock lightly, “— yet you aren’t going to know the deep, deep pleasure  of having it inside you.”

Her mouth was half open, her eyes filled  with fire and argument, her lips  pouty. She was getting close to giving in,  he could tell.

“You have such pretty lips, Maven. Red and  swollen, as if a bee has stung them. Do  you wonder how it would feel to have them around my shaft?”

“No,” she blurted out, but he knew instantly,  from the  hunger in her gaze, that it  wasn’t the truth, so he only smiled.

“You are a poor liar, wife.”

She let out a disgruntled breath of disgust.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want, dear bride, and I’ll give it to you.”

Her lovely breasts heaved where she lounged  at the center of the large bed, clearly  battling her urges. She bit her lip and raised her hands to them, beginning to knead them just as he caressed his own rod. The sight thrilled  him all the  more.

“It would be much more fun for me to do
 
that
 
and you to do
 
this
,” he said with half a grin, motioning down  to where he lightly  gripped his shaft. When she didn’t respond,  he gave a light chuckle. “But have it your  way, stubborn wife. Your pussy will hate you for it. You won’t sleep tonight,  you know.  You won’t sleep until you’ve known the joy  of taking this cock.”

She let out another frustrated sigh and he  could have sworn he could visibly see her  getting closer and closer, reaching the point where her pride didn’t matter, where the  only thing that mattered was being fucked.

That was when one hand dropped from her breast to her clit, the long middle finger  pressing over it hard, down into her slit, the  touch bringing a moan from her lips.

He pushed up from  the chair and dove on the bed, grabbing her wrist to yank her  hand away from her crotch, pinning her to  the bed, his knees against her thighs,  his hands like manacles, holding her wrists at both  sides of her head. “No, my little bride,”  he bit off, feeling a bit savage now. “Self-pleasure isn’t  part of this game, so without me,  you can’t win.”

She struggled against his hold and he tightened his grasp.

Then he kissed her—a brusque, quick meeting of mouths—and she kissed him  back, just as ferociously, their lips crushing  together.  He pulled back to look at her  afterward, saw the same brutal  hunger in her eyes that he knew shone in his own, then  kissed her again, longer this time, mouths straining  against each other. He hadn’t a clue if Kaelen had succeeded in teaching her to  kiss because kisses like this held no skill or style—they were only rough collisions of lips and teeth and tongue.

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It  would  be  so  easy  to  plunge  his  cock  into  her  now,  to  give  them  what  they  bothwanted, what they craved. As he fought with her—another wild kiss bruising both their lips—he could almost feel the moisture closing tight around  him, almost feel hervirginity being fucked away. It was a mighty urge— almost too  great to control given the self-torture he’d endured the past week.

But he would control it, by Ares. He would
.

“Say it,” he  ground out, listening to both of  them, breath labored, as if they’d run a great distance. Perhaps they had—a great
 
sexual
 
distance.

“No!” Even as she resisted, she arched her breasts up toward him, physically begging him to touch her. Her leather-clad calves now circled his so that even as he braced her thighs with his knees, she held him captive, too.

He commanded her through tightly clenched teeth, his patience at a breaking point.

“Say it, bride.
 
Now
.”

“No! Just fuck me!”

She didn’t realize how the hot words ran through him, how even as she argued she gave in. “Say that again.”

“Just fuck me! Just do  it!”

His voice went lower, his cock stiffer. “Once more.”

She practically sobbed. “Just put it  in me! Fuck me! Please!”

His chest went warm as her expression changed—it had finally hit her that she was doing what he’d wanted—she was begging. She looked mortified but no less feral.

“Again,” he whispered, this time dipping  his body downward, sensually raking the tip of his hungry cock up through her wetness—a red-hot tease.

She appeared lost, as if she didn’t know  what  to do —he  could see her fighting with herself, fighting just enough that he dipped  down again, this time  with his upper body. He eased his chest low enough to graze her  pointed nipples. She hissed at the pleasureand looked up into his eyes,  desperate and wanting. “Please,” she said, so low he could barely hear.

“More
,
” he whispered in reply.

“Oh Ares,  please,” she whimpered, “please don’t keep torturing me so.  I can’t

survive it.”

He bestowed a softer  kiss then, brushing it  over her lips, then her jaw. She turnedher head, silently encouraging more, and he  kissed her gently on the neck, just abovethe choker. Then he leaned in close to her ear. “More, Maven. More.”

When he pulled back, her eyes were shut. “Please fuck me,” she whispered.

“Tell me you crave my cock,” he said softly, prodding her.

“Oh, Ares help me, I do. I crave it.”

“Crave what?”

“I crave your cock. I want it inside me. I want to know how it feels.”

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“What else?”

“I want to come. So badly. I want to feel  like I’m shattering into pieces from  it.”

“You want me to make you come,” he prompted.

“I want you to make me come.”

Maven opened her eyes and met his gaze  to  see the profound satisfaction residing

there.

“That’s right, my bride,” he cooed over her.

Oh Ares, she was weak, so very weak—weaker than she ever could have believed  of herself. It  was sex; Lavonia said it was  a gift, but Maven understood now that it was a trap, a way to snare her into being what he  wanted her to be—his possession.

She thought he would release her wrists now, but he didn’t. His eyes went softer but were still filled with heat. And he still held her tight to the bed.

Now that she’d surrendered she didn’t fight it anymore, so when the urge next  struck her, she uttered a helpless, “Please
,
 
Dane,” up into the air.

He began to  cover her  face in kisses, to  rub his enormous erection against her slit,  making her moan with hunger and delight.  Soft touches combined with hard  to make her feel all the more abandoned by everything she  knew and believed. She could scarcely understand how his grip, so tight around her wrist, could feel as good as the tender kiss on her mouth, the tongue that  swept inside to find her own. It was as if  she’d been taken to a strange new universe  where nothing made sense and she had no  choice but to accept it all.

He dragged his kisses from her face to her  breasts—tender at first, but then harder. Nibbles turned to bites. Licks turned to hard, insatiable sucking that made her cry out.

Hungry, she remained  so hungry. No matter what he gave her, her pussy screamed for more, and she couldn’t help  writhing in  his grasp, helplessly longing,  reaching,beseeching him to satisfy her.

Seeing his cock again reminded her that—oh Ares— he was bigger than Donnell and bigger than the last clay cock she’d been fucked  with, but instead of fearing the powerful shaft, she yearned for it even more. “Fuck me,” she whispered fervently now.  “Please fuck me.”

His knees pushed her thighs even farther apart, so far that she felt the sensation ofher cunt opening wider. “Oh Ares,” she whispered, knowing the  moment was at last at hand.