Chapter Fifty-Six - Diane

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

DIANE

I'm ruined.

He's dark and dominating tonight. It's everything I wanted from him, but it's also new, and my nerves buzz. He's never been this harsh, this rough, with me, and I can't let go of the knowledge that the hands that fill my pussy killed someone tonight.

God, I shouldn't be alright with this, but I am.

He flips me onto my belly. My nipples ache from the clamps, my pussy is raw from the vibrator, and I'm humiliated that he spat my release into my own mouth.

He's filthy, and I'm addicted to him.

He runs his hand down my back to my ass, squeezing it. "I'm going to gag you," he says. "If you need out, you shake your head hard. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," I whisper.

His weight disappears for a minute, and then he kneels over my body. His hand guides the ball gag between my lips and fastens it under my hair. Then, he drags my head back so he can look at me.

"Fucking beautiful," he breathes.

All I can do is blink. He bites my shoulder, though not enough to hurt, and presses kisses into my skin, down to the middle of my back. I'm sensitive there. His mouth is hungry, his beard rough.

My toes curl. I'm belly down on the bed, the nipple clamps crushed beneath me. He slides his arm under my hips.

"Your ass is so fucking perfect, darling," he rasps, gripping it and digging his fingertips in. He spreads me, and my heart pounds. It's humiliating, being pinned on my belly while he inspects me.

"Perfect," he murmurs, kissing where the underside of my ass meets my thigh.

Oh God, it's sensitive there. I moan around my gag.

"That tight little cunt," he murmurs. "Tucked between your thighs. Fucking Christ, it's my weakness. You're just so pretty, so soft. Every part of you."

He spreads me open, and my eyes roll back as his tongue drags over my asshole.

Oh God, it's too much.

He's too much, but not too soon. His obsession overwhelms me, always has, but I've never been able to resist him.

It's why we're here, husband and wife tonight. He's obsessed with me, and I'm obsessed with him. He knows he became a man he didn't want to be, but that's who I fell in love with.Somehow, none of that matters. I think we're healing—slowly, one night at a time.

We're imperfect, but that's what I wanted—I wanted to love hard and messy, to live so fast, I don't have a single regret when my life is done.

I moan, shaking my head. He stops everything right away, flicking the gag out of my mouth.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asks.

I roll over under him, gripping his sides. "Nothing. I just want you, face to face. Please. I want you inside me, sir."

His pupils blow as he pushes off his pants and lifts me by the thigh, thrusting, shoving the hard length of his veined cock into my pussy, stretching me with enough force that I have to breathe through the pain as my body adjusts .

He slides one lean hand up, dragging mine with it, intertwining our fingers.

Our eyes meet, and in the dim light, I see him as he is: a man with flaws, with scars. A gunslinger who loves me with everything he is.

"Mine," I whisper.

He bends, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. When he breaks away, his eyes glitter in deep hunger.

"My girl," he says. "You've always been my girl."

He braces his other hand and takes me hard, rutting his hips with hungry strokes, slamming into me until I feel it up against my cervix, pleasure and pain washing through me. I feel everything tonight, and every part of it is good.

His hips stutter, right as I'm on the edge of tapping out. Deep inside, he spills with a low groan.

He pumps twice, wringing out the last drops, and pulls his cock from me. We fall onto the bed together, and he draws me close to his warm chest.

"Good girl," he breathes.

We lay in silence for a while before he stirs.

"Do you feel married?" he asks.

I nod. I do—I feel blissfully married. Drunk on him, I push my face into his chest and inhale. He smells so good, like forever.

"Tired?"

"No," I murmur.

"Good." His voice is a low rumble overhead. "I'm not done with you, darling."

I sit up shakily. "My pussy is sore."

He stands. "I'm not using your pussy," he says. "You stay there. I'll get you some water. I've got a few more rounds in me. All you have to do is take it."