Page 17 of Sold to the Enemy

“Or, you’re luring me into a sense of security and then when you’ve gotten me all softened up and trusting, you’re going to run?”

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Wow, I sound awesomely badass, don’t I? I’m not going to run.”

“Because of what I’ll do to your father?” he asked.

It was on the tip of her tongue to disagree, but that would mean she wasn’t here for her father. Her being here had started with no choice, but that was changing. She happened to like Drago’s company. She certainly enjoyed being his wife on the most basic level. She loved his touch, and even though they only had sex a couple of times, she knew she wanted it again. She had missed him, missed his body, but her father had been the last person in her thoughts. He’d been more than willing to give her up for his own neck. Not once had he called to ask about her. There hadn’t been a single visit, and she hadn’t missed him. What did that say about her? It made no sense at all.

“Of course,” she said.

She was pretty sure his shoulders dropped, just a little. It was subtle, but she saw it. The lie didn’t make her feel good. She felt awful to have even said it. She wasn’t going to stick around because of her father. Selma had every intention of sticking around to see where this was going to lead. Her marriage to Drago had started out as blackmail and ultimatums, but that was not where it needed to end. Some people would consider her an optimist.

She considered herself adventurous.

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Drago considered himself a patient man, as he had thought many times. It helped him get where he was today. What he didn’t consider to be patient, was feeling his cock against Selma while having a discussion about her father. He didn’t want to trust her because she feared what would happen to her father. Fuck that. He wanted Selma to be trusted not to run away because she loved to be with him. He knew it had only been a short time and they had a long way to go, but that fucking hurt. Not enough to detract from his raging cock. He was so fucking hard, and he wanted her badly.

One week without her precious pussy wrapped around his length, and it was enough to drive a man insane. Stroking her cheeks, he looked into her eyes, not wanting to turn away from her. She looked so beautiful.

“Next time, I’ll get you a cell phone and I’ll either call or text.”

“Or, you could take me with you,” Selma said.

There was no way he was taking her with him while he had to deal with business. He had a lot of enemies and he would do everything he could to protect her. Not only did he have his own enemies to deal with, but while taking her from her father, he also had to deal with them.

Stroking her cheek, he stared into her eyes, loving the fact she was his. “We’ll see.”

She gave him this dazzling smile, which took his breath away. Selma was stunning. And then, he just couldn’t resist anymore, he had to kiss those precious lips. Dropping down, he kissed her hard and listened to the sound of her sweet moan as he did so.

“You’re fucking perfect, Selma, and as much as I want to spend all this time talking, and for us to iron out our problems, I really, really want to fuck you right now.”

“I’m happy to put aside our problems and enjoy each other,” she said, sounding somewhat breathless.

Drago didn’t need any further encouragement. He pulled his shirt and it came out of his pants where he had it tucked, and he threw it across the room. There was no way he’d be able to take his pants off the same way.

Climbing off the edge of the bed, he kept his gaze on Selma. The towel had already come away and now she turned toward him. Her ripe tits looked so inviting, as did the sight of her pussy. She didn’t try to hide her body from his gaze, and he found that an utter temptation. His mouth watered for a taste of her.

With his clothes gone, he climbed back on the bed, wrapped his fingers around her ankle, and heard her gasp as he tugged her to him. Selma didn’t fight him, but she let out a giggle that soon turned into a moan, as he pressed his lips against her inner ankle. That moan turned guttural, and he loved it.

Trailing his lips up the inside of her ankle, he went to her knee and then journeyed toward her achingly wet pussy. He saw the lips of her sex were open, and the swollen clit that made him want to lick and suck. Drago had missed this. His patience had been stretched to the limit, and now he pressed a finger to her clit, sliding back and forth. Her sudden intake of breath made him look up, and then he couldn’t wait anymore. Drago spread open her sex and then flicked his tongue across her cunt, sliding back and forth, and then taking her sweet clit into his mouth. He used his teeth to create just a little pain, but then he let her go.

Now that she belonged to him so completely, he dropped his tongue down to her cunt and then plunged inside, fucking her as he did. Pulling out, he went to her clit and began to work her sex. With his tongue on her nub, he pressed his fingers inside her and began to fuck her, driving in and out, as he flicked his tongue.

He heard the change in her breath and felt her hips begin to gyrate on his fingers. Her pussy was sodden. She was close to orgasm, and he pushed her over the edge.

Drago was so desperate to feel his wife’s pussy wrapped around his dick, he didn’t allow her to come down from her release. He let her go, grabbed his cock, lined the tip to her entrance, and then began to thrust inside her. Driving hard and deep, filling her pussy. He felt the aftershocks of her orgasm, and then when he was balls-deep inside her, he reached between them and touched her clit, driving her orgasm on until she couldn’t take any more. Only then did he stop, but now he took her hands, placed them either side of her head, holding her in place, and began to fuck her, driving his cock in harder.

She whimpered. Moaned.

And his groan followed hers. He couldn’t stop himself.

Taking possession of her mouth, he fucked his bride in the way he’d been wanting to for the whole week. All that pent-up need and desperation, he shoved deep inside her, fucking her, feeling her soaking-wet pussy. He was not able to hold back his orgasm. He drove in hard and deep, and flooded her womb with his cum. It had to be the fastest release he had ever experienced in his life.

Drago stopped himself from telling her the truth, and instead just kissed her.

Chapter Eight

“You said you were all alone?” Selma asked.