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    I always thought I didn’t have any gag reflex, but it turns out that my throat had never been fucked probably. Thest time I deepthroat Kade it seems he was holding back, but right now he is done with that.

    He fisted my hair tightly, pulling back before mming in again. I gagged, even harder than the first time, my eyes watering, my jaw hurting from being stretched so wide.

    “What’s wrong?” Kade taunted. I managed to look up at him and from my blurry vision I could see him looking at me with a hard look, but there was a chilling smirk on his face. Right now… he looked dangerous, and not the dangerous that was sexy. “Not so confident in your deepthroat game anymore? Your teeth are touching my dick, love. It hurts.”

    And all of a sudden it became a challenge. Kade wanted to make this hard? Sure, then. But he was a fool if I thought I would back down.

    I rxed my throat as best as possible, breathing through my nose. I kept my eyes fixed on his, not once blinking.

    His eyes darkened. “Is everything a challenge to you?” he asked, breathless, but he still managed to keep his voice steady. He thrust in, his head rubbing against the roof of my mouth and he groaned, his grip on my hair tightening to the point of pain. “Was that how you were raised or is it just something you picked up?”

    Since I couldn’t answer him, I just red instead, trying my best to look tough. But I’m sure that wasn’t how I looked to him. Not with the tears streaming from my face, or his dick stretching my mouth wide and filling my throat until it felt like he was deep in my stomach.

    As he thrust in and out, his balls pping against my chin, his hand touched my throat where his dick was deep in, and he rubbed it. He wrapped his hand around my neck gently, caressing it with his thumb, his eyes fixed on mine.

    He squeezed. My eyes went wide, my heart kicking against my ribcage.

    “Rx,” he said, his voice soft but it had a mocking edge to it. “I’m not trying to kill you. That would be stupid.”

    He says that and yet his hand tightened.

    As I looked at him from my hazy vision, he looked like a different person. He looked like he was out of his mind, like he had lost it. I didn’t recognize him anymore.

    Bedonna had finally seeded in breaking him, but there was nothing victorious there.

    I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and that was when he finally removed his hand from my neck and pulled his dick out.

    I coughed, my whole body shaking. I heard Kade groan and looked up to see him stroking his cock hard and fast.

    “Open your mouth,” he growled, his features strained.

    I did, my head still in the clouds. He came, hard, groaning deeply in his throat, his climax shooting out. Some entered my mouth, somended on my face.

    It was warm and bitter, but I still swallowed while looking at him.

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    I finally saw his face as he climaxed, and I would be a fool if I looked away. He looked lewd, his hair loosening from the tight bun he had tied it, a few strands covering his forehead. His jaw was clenched so hard, a muscle ticking, his eyes. closed. And the sounds he was making… Dio.

    I stared at him like I was in a trance, my mouth still open. His climax ended as he gave his dick onest stroke, looking drained. He straightened, pushing the strands of stray hair away from his face, looking up at the ceiling, and taking deep

    breaths.

    I remained on my knees, no longer feeling them, still staring at him.

    I have never seen a sight like this in my whole life. It brings a whole new meaning ito /iwanting to be ruined. A whole new damn meaning.

    When he finally managed to catch his breath, he looked down at me, his face still slightly flushed, his eyes a bit cloudy. with pleasure.

    He looked at me, looked at the mess that I was–the mess that he made of me–and what he did was… sighed.

    He sighed? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

    He turned his back, heading to the bed and pulling the nket off. He moves back to me, throwing the nket around me and covering my nude body without meeting my eyes.

    “Don’t make me do that again, Bedonna,” he said, his voice gentle, turning and heading towards the bathroom. He mmed the door shut, the lock clicking, leaving me on my knees.

    I stared at the door, trying to decipher that look on his face. Disgust? Regret? Or… shame?

    “Ah,” I whispered. “Shame.”

    He was ashamed of what we just did, ashamed that he lost control and treated me like that.

    My heart skipped a beat at the thought that he hated treating me like that. The bastardo cared. Maybe not to an intense level, but he cared,

    “Oh, Kade.”

    I wanted to tell him there was no need for him to be ashamed. I loved every damn second of it. Did that make me a freak, a degradation fetishist? Probably. Did I give a fuck? Absolutely not.

    I was looking forward to the next time Kade would snap again. But that would mean I would have to push him again. This may be hard to believe, but I don’t like doing that.

    The shower turned on and that was when I finally got off my knees, wrapping the nket that smelled like him around me and leaving the room with a smile.

    But the next days that followed, that smile was wiped from my face.

    Kade became even worse than before. He made sure to leave very early in the morning before I was even up, and he stayed in the office until midnight.

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    And me, my temper became shorter.

    “What the fuck is this?” I asked the project manager when she handed me a file. I waved the file in her face. “I asked for a detailed report, not a fucking essay!”

    She bowed deeply, her shaking hands sped in front of her. “Fo–forgive me, Signorannelli. I will make another report.”

    “Varkas,” I snapped and she looked even more confused.

    “Signora?”

    “It’s Varkas now. No longernnelli.” I held my ring finger up for her to see. “Got it?”

    She nodded. “Yes, Signora Varkas.”

    She left with the file. I sighed, resting my head on my seat, pinching the bridge of my nose, while feeling eyes burning holes into the side of my face.

    “What is it, Gianna?” I asked without opening my eyes..

    “When was thest time you had sex?” she asked.

    “A century ago,” I answered, my voice harsh.

    “I see. I think

    you need to have sex.”

    Topened my eyes and fixed her with a hard look. “You think I don’t know that? My fucking husband will rather spend every waking hour in the office than touch me.”

    She nodded. “I think I might have something that’ll help.”

    After Gianna told me what she had in mind, I left my office, taking the elevator to the sixth floor. Since he started working here, I have never gone to his office. I tried to give him that space, but today was not the day.

    The wholepany knew we were married so when they saw me they immediately knew he was the one I was looking for and directed me to where he was while walking on eggshells around me.

    I entered his office without knocking, and he was on a call. He raised his head and fixed me with a bored look, not looking a bit surprised to see me.

    He looked as handsome as ever.

    I closed the door and stepped deeper into the office, and he ended his call.

    “Kade,” I greeted, nting my hands on his desk and leaning forward.

    “Bedonna.”

    No, no. Now wasn’t the time to get swayed by his voice, Bedonna! Get your shit together, girl!

    I pinned him with a hard look as I said, “I want an open marriage.”

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