A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Why did I want to be spanked until my ass was raw?

The idea of being completely consumed by him, of surrendering to the overwhelming force of his touch, sent a thrill through me. I wanted to be grabbed, to be held in a way that made every part of me burn. It felt dangerous, reckless and I hated ntyself for wanting it.

“Oh, you dirty little…” He murmured in realisation and paused, seeking any sort of objection to him finishing that sentence and when he didn’t find any, he bent down eye level and whispered, “gay”

I breathed out, feeling a strange euphoric feeling wash over me. My hand reached down to my dick, desperate and aching for any friction. Alessandro grabbed my wrist hard, almost bruising the skin but successfully stopping me.

“No. You’re not allowed to.” He was stern with his words and I nodded even though my dick was throbbing badly.

“Turn around, on your knees.” He said softly, caressing my cheek with his knuckles. I knew what was coming -and I could sense he knew exactly how badly I wanted it.

I followed his instructions and got on my knees, still on the bed.. I leaned my forearms against the backrest and arched my back. Alessandro took a deep breath in as my most intimate part got exposed to him. My body was nearly shivering with anticipation as I sat there, awaiting what he had to offer.

“Safe word.” He didn’t ask, he demanded.

My breath hitched. That single word made this moment feel more dangerous and safer all at once.

I licked my lips, trying to think through the haze clouding my head.

“Red.” I said the first thing that came to mind. I heard Alessandro chuckle, a deep baritone noise that warmed my insides and made my lips tilt up slightly.

He usually didn’t chuckle.

“Good boy“,

That phrase sent heat pooling low in my belly. My hands tightened against the cushions, grounding myself in the softness while his presence behind me felt like a storm about to break.

There was a moment of stillness. Silence, but not the calm kind. The kind that comes right before a crash of thunder.

He rubbed his palm against my bare ass cheek, soothing the skin for what was coming. I sighed and dropped my head onto my forearms waiting for the blow to come and when it didn’t, I looked back at him with a frown.

Alessandro’s eyes locked onto mine, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Patience,” he whispered, his voice thick with something dark and satisfying.

I felt his hand move to the small of my back, pressing me further into the cushions, as if to remind me of my place, vulnerable, exposed, and completely at

his mercy.

The tension in the air was unbearable. I couldn’t tell if my body was aching for him or dreading the moment that would come next. Every nerve felt alive, humming with need.

“Why? Are you sca-” There wasn’t a chance in hell that I would finish that sentence. Alessandro’s hand flew down onto my right cheek so hard that a yelp escaped my lips and I jumped forward. Hot pleasurable pain resonated through my skin and I groaned moving my hips. I wanted more.

Alessandro eyes darkened as he watched me squirm beneath his touch, his breath heavy and uneven. His fingers curled into the flesh of my hips, keeping me firmly in place, just the way he wanted me.

“Chill with that attitude, my husband‘,

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