For Better, For Worse: The Serpent's Contract Wife

Chapter 117: Poisonous Pleasure

ANASTASIA

Oh god, oh god, oh god!

I clenched my fist tightly, squeezing my eyes shut as Zade pushed a finger into me. It went in with slick ease, a shiver shooting up my spine. Oh god, I was so fucking wet! I’m flustered by this because all he did fucking spank me, and here comes the flood.

Every strike to my ass hurt like hell, dragging tears out of me; I was literally crying through the process, yet every impact put me on an edge I have never been on before.

It was a contagious combination of pain and pleasure. When the pain got too much, the sting filtered a dose of impossible sweetness through me, and when the pleasure got too much, the pain reminded me I was still alive, and my soul wasn’t leaving my body any time soon.

It was borderline insanity!

I could feel Zade didn’t just punish me for all the times I defied him, but projected his sexual frustration through every hit. I made him like that, I made this powerful man a wreck with no options, and my heart can’t stop doing flip-flops because of it.

I’m so screwed. And as horrifying as that was, this was what I wanted because I could have stopped this before it had the chance to get to this point. But I didn’t.

I swallowed a breath when he drove his finger deeper. I can’t believe he was doing this right now! I thought the call meant everything was over, but I guess not!

"Go on, then. Tell me who the bastard is."

He spoke so calmly while his finger was stretching me out. Who does that?

My body went rigid when another penetrated me, a grunt vibrating from my throat as I clasped around his finger so tightly before freeing them, a following chill taking over my body.

I licked my lips, waiting for him to give me what I wanted, wiggling my hips a little bit so that he knew how much I wanted his fingers to move.

But then he went suddenly still, fingers freezing inside me like a rod. I tried to find what was wrong, but I couldn’t see because my hair got in the way.

He’s leaving me hanging! Why?

I hoisted my hips, hoping I could get a move on and bring back my reaching release, but the bastard doesn’t even flinch. I was left desperately trying to survive.

I couldn’t take this torture anymore, so I rolled my hips to meet his finger.

Smack!

I collapsed, that one impact knocking the wind out of me, and I couldn’t even cry out in pain because of his earlier warning.

Maybe I shouldn’t have moved.

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when his fingers went back in, but this time, three. What am I gonna go? He can’t just put his fingers inside me and expect me to stay still!

"I see..." Zade finally spoke after a while, but not to me.

Goosebumps rose on my skin; his entire demeanor seemed to have changed because his voice was so lifeless, every trace of playfulness gone.

Was something wrong?

"The least we can do is wait. The best solution at the moment."

I heard the call end. There was a lingering silence for over a minute before his gravelly voice quickened my pulse.

"Where were we, kitten?"

I chewed the inside of my mouth when I felt his fingers come out; the soft pop in the air made my breath harsher.

He could see everything. He could see the mess he had made... glistening under the light.

"You couldn’t stay still for a minute. Naughty girl."

Smack!

"Ngh!"

"What did I say about being quiet?"

"I-I-It hurts—ah!"

Another hit, this time harder. The rhythm had changed. I could only wonder if this was his sexual frustration or something else.

"You want my fingers so bad? Is that why you were wiggling your hips for me, slut?"

Oh god.

"Patience was never your strong suit. The main reason you tried to run away from me before our wedding. What do you say about that?"

"I—"

Smack!

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"But you—"

SMACK!

Holy shit!

"Bl..." I almost said it, my safe word, but halfway through it, I stopped.

"What was that?"

"..."

"That’s what I thought."

Smack!

That hit was lighter, and it was directly at my pussy.

"So many things I wanna punish you for. But if we get started, your ass and pussy won’t be able to deal with the consequences."

I hitch in breath when a screwed-up thought flooded my mind. I want the consequences.

He shoved three fingers into me at once, and I hissed.

"Did that hurt, kitten?" he asked softly.

I could only respond with a sob.

"I’ll make it better."

My mouth fell open as he began thrusting, so slow and gentle that I had to brace my hands on the sofa like I was about to get off, but that was me simply trying to find something to hold onto.

How is this making it better?!

My nails crawled the fine sofa with all my might. The borderline between reaching climax and the crack being reduced to pieces all at once got me hyperventilating.

"O-Oh!"

He pushed so deep I sank back as a slow, torturous release overpowered me.

I was held under the influence for seconds before my mind was brought to reality.

The world spun as Zade readjusted me to saddle his lap, my hands braced on his shoulder for balance, a bit woozy.

"Breathe, kitten."

Wasn’t I breathing?

I let his voice guide me, taking as many stable breaths as possible until the aftermath of that mind-blowing faded.

He gently tucked my hair in a tender way that felt unreal. When I opened my eyes, there was a softened look on his face that caused warmth to find my chest.

But then that chilling amusement weathered back in, bringing out his eyes, the color brighter than ever, reminding me of gemstones.

So terrifyingly beautiful. Only Zade could combine those two words and still make your pussy clench in need.

Speaking of pussy, I could feel him right beneath me.