Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 21

A split second.

A split second is all it takes and the decision is made.

I push Arabella onto the kitchen counter before latching my lips onto hers, kissing her, biting her, punishing her.

My hands are gripping the roots of her hair to keep her head tilted backwards as she cries out— in pleasure or frustration, I don’t know— when my hand cups her breast, rubbing her n****e with my palm, touching her through the thin tank top that she’s currently wearing.

She k****s me back, ferociously and without reservations but I nibble on her bottom l*p before pushing my tongue into her mouth, reminding her of how this isn’t supposed to be for pleasure.

I dominate her, make her struggle for her breath as I devour her lips right before I pinch her pebbled n****e, seeming too excited for me to not give it attention.

Arabella cries out in my mouth, trying to slightly pull away, probably to catch her breath, but I don’t let her. I press my lips harder against hers, kneading into her breasts, flicking her n*****s, and caressing every single point that I know drives her insane.

I lay her back down on the counter, her petite frame hiding underneath my own as I finally pull back only to rip away her tank top straight from the middle, leaving her naked chest heaving up and down in front of my eyes as she looks at me with a mixture of alarm and excitement while she tries to catch her breath.

“Rhys…” she shudders out, her n*****s standing erect as I don’t spend another moment waiting before latching my lips onto one of them while flicking and teasing the other with my thumb and index finger. “Oh…f**k…”

Her breaths fall heavy and her words heavier as she pushes her chest further up in hopes of giving me more access but I bite down on her n****e.

“This isn’t going to be pleasure for you, moya solnyshka.” I growl at her, grazing my teeth against her skin, marking her, biting her. “You have been a very bad girl lately, and I am going to f**k some sense into you until you can’t f*****g walk.” I engulf her n****e in my mouth once again and the responding m**n has me chuckling as I shake my head. “My little, dirty whore.” I mumble and I swear I hear a shiver going through her body.

Arabella Mancini may look poised, prim, and proper. But it was soon after meeting her that I realised just how wanton she is when it comes to the bedroom. No one would ever look at her and be able to guess the fact that this goddess likes to be treated like a f*****g slut inside the four walls— well, kitchen, for now.

She lets out a loud hiss when I pull back and slap my hand onto her plump breast while I watch in satisfaction as she shivers in the after effects.

I squeeze her breast right as my gaze falls onto a scented candle burning nearby and a smirk appears on my lips as I meet her eyes.

“You, my sweetheart,” I drawl, bending over her, taking her lips for another soul searing k**s while my hands grope at her, digging my fingers into her flesh, making sure that she is painted in my colours for the entire coming week. “Have been exceptionally difficult.” I reach out to pick up the red coloured candle before blowing out the flame, and holding it so the wax comes down to a temperature that will be bearable for my darling sweet wife.

Her eyes widen when she sees the candle and I see fear streaking through her orbs.

We’ve never tried wax play.

“Remember the safe word.” I whisper softly, breaking out of my anger for a brief second as she nods quickly and then I get to work.

I slowly tip the candle over her upper body, watching as she writhes while spread out on the counter, bare from the waist up.

And just as the wax first strikes her skin, I loop my fingers inside the waist band of her shorts and pull them down as swiftly as I can.

Arabella throws her head back, her body rising slightly, arching off of the counter top as the wax hits her hard n****e and I push her panties to the side before rubbing against her slick folds.

And then it is a medley of all the sounds that fall out of her lips as I pour the wax onto both her n*****s, her chest, streaking a line down to her navel, and right when she is almost ready to scream out in pleasure, I tear away her panties and make her taste a little pain by pouring the last of the wax right onto her clit.

“Agh, f**k! Rhys!”

I smirk, watching the way she turns so putty in my hands, surrendering all her control to me, trusting me to take her to the heights of her pleasure.

“What, moya solnyshka? Do you wish to come?” I murmur, just rubbing her clit, easing the pain, teasing her further while I use my other hand to rub her naked little body, currently writhing and begging for a release.

I am far from giving her any form of release just yet. She is going to have to suffer a lot more tonight for that to happen.

When she doesn’t reply, I grip her chin and make her look into my eyes, “I asked you a question, my Poison Ivy. Tell me, do you wish to come?” I rub my thumb roughly against her bottom l*p.

And that is when she looks at me and does something entirely unexpected.

She f*****g bites her lips and nods.

“My dirty little slut.” I coo, caressing her cheek as her eyes shine with excitement. “Look at you, lying here, covered in wax and the evidence of your arousal when anyone can walk in any time.” Her eyes flash at that, “you like that, don’t you, my dirty little slut? You like the idea of anyone just walking in and seeing you in your most depraved state, the most vulnerable.”

My thumb is caressing her cheekbones when she takes in a shuddering breath, “I trust that you won’t let anyone see me like this.” Her voice is barely a whisper but I hear her loud as the day.

My heart stutters to a stop for a brief moment as I look down at her, watching me with such profound trust in her eyes that remind me of the greenest earth, the wildest wildernesses.

I don’t deserve that trust.

I’ve done everything to prove that I don’t deserve it.

And yet, she is giving it to me.

The organ inside my chest clenches, as if chastising me for hating such a beautiful creature.

But then again, beautiful creatures are always meant to be hated because they are rare and they challenge the ugliness inside the viewer’s heart.

Beauty can never be loved in this world. It can be envied. It can be coveted. But it can never be loved.

“You’re right.” I growl, “I won’t.”

And with that, I pick her up in my arms as she wraps her arms around my neck before I carry her to her room in silence.

The halls of the house are empty and dark as I feel her gaze planted on my face and from the corner of my eye, I see a hint of hope in her eyes.

“Don’t get too happy, it’s just s*x.” I mutter, “and we both know that we want it.”

She turns her head away dejectedly, not bothering to respond to my words just as I reach her room and open the door with my leg, carrying her inside.

Throwing her onto the bed, I cover her body with my own, kissing her lips, her jaw, while her fingers find their home in my hair, slowly moving down and grazing my neck with her nails before scratching them onto my back in the slightest.

I start moving down on her body, planting wet k****s all over the marvellous work of art that is her body that arches and reacts to even the slightest of touches from me.

I place my palm on her lower abdomen just before burying my face between her thighs, revelling in the scent of her arousal and the symphony of her m***s.

I lick a strip through her slit, tasting her, and that is all it takes for me to almost lose myself into her as I eat her like she is the most delicious feast on this planet.

She tries to match my pace, wanting to feel more of my tongue by pushing herself further close to my mouth but I don’t let her do that, keeping my arm locked onto her lower abdomen, not allowing her to chase her pleasure.

And just when I think that she is getting closer to her release, I bite down on her clit slightly, grazing the sensitive nub with my teeth before pulling away completely.

“Rhys, no!” She cries out, almost frenzied by the lack of release as she glares at me, lifting her head off of the pillow to show her disappointment.

That is when I smirk at her, “you like denying me pleasure, don’t you?” I purr, “and you love messing with my things.” Saying that, I reach out and grab the back of her neck, pulling her up until she is kneeling on the bed and I get off of it before unclasping my belt with one hand while she watches me with cautious anticipation.

Freeing myself from the constraints of my pants and boxers, I pull Arabella down until she is at face level with my c**k, “suck.” I command, “and do it like a good girl or I will make you wish you had.” I clutch the roots of her hair for emphasis.

She looks up at me dejectedly, a protest already ready on her tongue before grip her jaw, “do I need to say it again?” I snap.

She narrows her eyes, debating mentally if she can do it or not as I reach down and pinch her n****e. The hiss that escapes her reminds her of her need for pleasure as she licks her lips, looking up at me with a mellower expression.

f**k. Just seeing that innocent look in her eyes while my c**k is right in front of her makes me c*m right then and there.

And then, she takes me fully in her mouth, wrapping her lips around me and going forward until she has most of my length inside her mouth.

I clutch her hair tightly, realising just how much I missed this after that night two days ago when she teased me and left me hanging.

“Yes, that’s a good slut…” I purr, caressing her hair as she sucks me off, doing her best to take my full length in her mouth but being unable to.

And them I grip her hair in my fist and her jaw in my hand, before I start to f**k her face with force.

Tears pool out of her eyes as her gagging noises fall like music to my ears while she continues to take everything that I give her, never breaking eye contact, and never pushing me away.

I feel my own pleasure rising inside me as I fasten my pace, pushing my length further until she is deep throating me right before I feel the resolve breaking, “you better not spill a drop, little one.” I warn her with a strained growl.

And then, with a blinding pleasure, my release tears out of me at full force, making me spill myself inside her mouth as I loosen my grip on her hair and gently caress the side of her throat, watching how she swallows everything that I give her.

“It’s not over yet.” I hiss, and with that, I push her back on the bed after pulling out of her mouth and then getting rid of my shirt, I finally bury myself deep inside her, giving into the most primal instincts of my body, devouring my little goddess, and knowing that I am the only one she belongs to.

“I love you, Rhys…” she whimpers as I f**k her like a man possessed and a smirk appears on my lips.

Rhys: 1; Arabella: 0