DUKE
I thrustinto Early as the opening notes of “Requiem of Sin” filled the room. My husband’s tight heat squeezed me as Chance’s voice played through the speakers with all the power and sensuality of a man born to sing about sex and sin.
I raise my banner; your body’s the field.
You bare your defiance, but you’ll learn to yield.
Seduction’s my weapon I press to your skin.
Your pain is my pleasure, your cries are my fuel.
Bruises rise where we collide,
The mercy in me was buried alive.
Each syllable caressed me like a physical touch. The deep rasp in Chance’s voice touched something primal in me, urging me to tighten my grip on my husband’s wrists.
The song’s dark bass pulsed through us, matching my slower, deeper thrusts that made him moan. His gray-hazel eyes had gone hazy with need, pupils blown wide as I angled my hips to hit that spot inside him that drove him wild.
So start your war
To fight me harder.
But I’ll bend your knee,
Make you worship me.
I increased the pressure on Early’s wrists, knowing my husband craved that delicious edge of pain. When I bit down on his shoulder, his defiant moan told me I was giving him exactly what he needed.
“That’s right, Duchess. Show me how much you want it.” I thrust deeper with each rock of my hips, urged on by Chance.
“Hon,please.” Early arched up against me, his skin damp with sweat. The motion pressed him closer to my chest, making me groan at the perfect friction.
“Please what?” I pulled back to admire his flushed face, his lips parted and swollen from our kisses.
He stubbornly stayed silent as he bucked his hips, testing my grip on his wrists. My hands tightened, making him whimper.
“Look at you fighting me.” I nipped along his jaw. “But we both know how this ends.”
“Maybe I enjoy fighting you.” His breathless laugh turned into a gasp. “Fuck, right there.”
I stilled my hips, denying him what he wanted. “You should have thought about that before acting up after dinner.”
Early’s eyes flashed with that challenging glint I loved. He clenched around me again, making my control slip. “Make me behave then.”
His thighs trembled against my sides, his body fighting between submission and defiance. I kept my pace slow, watching his composure crack with each thrust.
Let this requiem of sin ignite,
Behind every grin, you hide your bite.
Unleash the ache that craves my control,
My teeth at your neck, your nails down my soul,
Your body’s rebellion devours me whole.
Yield to none, but let me in.
