18+ MDNI

Smut gets going right from the start. From “The Bond in the Breaking” universe come a new smutty story featuring brooding, rich, handsome and powerful Dante Blackmoor and his new virgin bride, Nova St. Clair.

Chapter 1

The bedroom was a tomb of shadows and silk, exactly how I liked it. I had the curtains drawn tight against the autumn twilight, leaving only a single amber lamp to cut through the gloom. She was sitting at the edge of the king-sized bed, her spine as rigid as a board, her hands folded in her lap like she was still on that auction block.

The white lace of her wedding dress pooled around her feet like a fallen cloud. She was pure, expensive, and now, entirely mine. Her strawberry blonde hair tumbled over her bare shoulders, and even from the door, I could see the gold dust of freckles across her nose. She looked like porcelain. I wanted to see if she would break.

I watched her from the doorway, savoring the sight of my prize. I’d already tossed my jacket somewhere in the hall; my shirt was open, my tie hanging loose. I knew what I looked like to her and I relished it. The man with the power, the man who didn’t ask for what he wanted. I just took it. And tonight, I had taken her.

She wouldn’t even look at me. Her voice was quiet, but it had a bite to it.

“I’ll never forgive you for this, Dante Blackmoor.”

I smirked, pulling my tie free and letting it hit the floor. I crossed the room with slow, deliberate steps. The carpet swallowed the sound of my approach, but I saw her shoulders tense. She knew I was coming. She could feel me.

“I didn’t marry you for your forgiveness, Nova,” I said, my voice dropping into that low, rough growl that usually made men flinch. “I married you so no one else could touch what’s mine.”

Her head snapped up, those green eyes blazing with a fury that made my gut tighten with a dark kind of satisfaction. It was magnificent that she was fighting me. Even the slightest resistance makes the breaking that much more sweet. I could see the pulse jumping in her throat, her small hands clenching into fists.

“No one else would what?” she spat, her voice cracking. “Buy me? Claim me? Own me like a piece of furniture? Praise the mighty Dante of the renowned and invincible Blackmoor clan.”

I stopped right in front of her, my knees brushing the lace of her dress. She was so small, so fragile compared to me. It would be so easy to just lift her, to bend her over the mattress and take exactly what the contract said I owned. I was the master here.

But a strange, annoying surge of tenderness stayed my hand. I looked down at my new bride and felt an urge to protect her that warred with my need to dominate her. I reached out, curling my fingers around her chin to force her face up to mine.

“Protect you,” I said.

She let out a bitter, sharp laugh. “Protect me? You bought me at an auction! You watched them parade me like livestock, bid higher than all those other monsters, and now you want me to believe this is protection?”

I didn’t blink. Instead, I dropped to my knees in front of her. It was a move that surprised even me. My eyes were dead level with hers, and for a second, I let the arrogant mask slip just enough for her to see the raw truth underneath.

“I could have let one of those vultures take you home,” I said, my voice a dangerous whisper. “Men who wouldn’t care if you bled, Nova. Men who would use you up until there was nothing left but your tears and that untouched little cunt of yours. You saw how they looked at you. They didn’t want your name. They wanted your skin.”

She gasped and a light flush spread down her neck, staining the pale curves of her breasts where the lace dipped low. I saw the freckles there, too, scattered like stars across her chest. I wanted to trace every single one with my teeth.

“I am not a kind man,” I continued. “I am not gentle. I take what I want and I crush anything in my path. But I will never let anyone hurt you, Nova. Not like they would have.”

“Then why?” She was barely audible. “Why did you bid? Why did you pay for me?”

I reached out slowly, giving her the chance to pull away, but she stayed frozen. My fingers caught her chin again, tilting her head back. Her skin was so warm, so alive, it sent a jolt through my system.

“Because when I saw you on that stage,” I told her, “acting so brave while you were shaking inside... I decided I was the only man who was ever going to touch you. I knew if I didn’t buy you, someone else would break you. And I don’t share my property.”

Her lip trembled. “You can’t catch someone you’ve already thrown off a cliff.”

“Watch me.” I brushed my thumb over her cheek, catching a tear. “I don’t care if you love me. I don’t even care if you forgive me. But I am going to claim you tonight. I’m going to take you apart and put you back together until you realize you belong to me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”

She swallowed hard, her hands reaching up to catch my wrist. Her grip was weak, but I felt the steel in her spirit.

“You’re a monster,” she whispered.

“Yes,” I said, leaning in until our lips were a hair’s breadth apart. “But I’m your monster.”

I crushed my mouth against hers, a kiss that was a brand, a declaration of ownership. She gasped, tasting of salt and expensive champagne. I tangled my hand in her hair, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss, demanding everything she had to give.

She made a small whimper, her body betraying her as she leaned into my heat. I stood up, dragging her with me until she was pressed against the full length of my body, feeling exactly how much I wanted her.

The contrast was perfect: my dark, tanned skin against her pale cream. I could feel her trembling through the silk and lace.

I broke the kiss, breathing hard. Her lips were swollen and parted. Her eyes were dark with a mix of fury and something that looked a lot like hunger. It made my blood boil.

“Let me see you,” I growled. “All of you.”

She shook her head, a tiny, useless motion. “I’m a virgin. You know the contract—”

“I know what the contract says.” I stepped back, giving her just enough space to feel the chill. “I’m not going to force you, Nova. I want you to come to me. I want you to give it to me. But if you can’t, we wait. I’ve waited my whole life for this. I can wait one more night.”

Her breath caught, and I saw the wall she’d built start to crumble. She looked down at the tiny pearl buttons running down her spine.

“Will you...” she hesitated, biting her lip. “Will you help me? I can’t reach them.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

She turned her back to me. It was an act of submission, even if she didn’t know it. I stepped close, my fingers finding the first button. I worked slow, savoring every inch of skin I uncovered. The fabric parted to show her spine, the curve of her waist, and those hundreds of freckles. It was like a map of a country I was about to conquer.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. She shivered violently.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured. “Every inch. I’m going to worship you tonight, Nova. I’m going to kiss every one of these freckles until you forget your own name.”

“Don’t promise things you can’t deliver,” she said, but the edge was gone from her voice.

I laughed, low and dark. “I never make promises I can’t keep.”

The last button gave way. The dress slid down her body, catching on her hips. I helped it along, my hands brushing her ribs and the flare of her waist. She stepped out of the lace, standing there in just a sheer slip and stockings. She was perfect.

I groaned, the sound torn from my throat. “Jesus Christ, you’re going to kill me.”

She turned to face me, covering herself with her arms. “You’ve seen me naked before. At the auction...”

“The auction was for show. This is real.” I reached out, gently but firmly pulling her arms down. “This is intimate. This is mine.”

She let me. Even if she really didn’t have a choice, she didn’t try to act like she did. Her submission so quickly thrilled me. I hadn’t earned it, yet this ethereal creature, seemed to give it to me without hesitation. Maybe I was the man I wanted to be, afterall.

Tthe dusky rose of her nipples showed through the slip, the dark blonde shadow between her thighs. Freckles everywhere. On her shoulders, her breasts, her ribs. I wanted to mark every one of them.

I cupped her face. “I’m going to undress now,” I told her. “Then I’m going to lay you down and make you feel everything. If you want me to stop, say it. But I’m hoping you won’t.”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

I stepped back and stripped, my eyes never leaving hers. My shirt fell open, my trousers followed. I was already hard, thick and aching for her. I saw her eyes flick down, her face burning, but she didn’t look away for long.

“Look at me,” I said softly. “Don’t be shy. You’re going to feel all of me tonight. You should see what you’re getting.”

She forced her gaze back up. I watched her take in my size, her lips parting as she reached out to touch my chest. Her fingers were cool against my burning skin.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered.

“Because of you.” I caught her hand, kissing her knuckles. “Lie down, Nova.”

She backed up until her knees hit the bed and climbed on. I followed, crawling over her, caging her in. My olive skin against her pale freckled flesh was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I pressed her into the mattress with the weight of my body.

I kissed her slow, learning her mouth while my hand slid beneath her slip. I found the curve of her hip and pushed the fabric up, exposing her thighs and the untouched ground I was about to claim.

“I’m going to taste you first,” I murmured. “I want you screaming my name before I even go inside you. Do you understand?”

“I... yes...” She gasped as my fingers found her through her lace panties.

“Good girl.”

I moved down, kissing her throat, her breasts. I pulled the slip down, taking one tight pink nipple into my mouth and sucking until she arched her back with a cry.

“You taste so sweet,” I muttered. I slipped my hand inside her waistband, finding her slick and ready. I circled her clit with my thumb, watching her buck against me.

“Please,” she breathed. “Please, I don’t know what I’m asking for, but please.”

I grinned against her thigh. “I know exactly what you’re asking for.”

I stripped her panties away and spread her legs wide. She was glistening. I lowered my head, licking a long, slow path from her entrance to her clit.

She whimpered and started breathing hard, almost as if she was afraid, her fingers tangling in my hair as I focused on her clit, sucking and lapping until she was writhing. I slid a finger inside her. She was so tight, so small. I was going to own every bit of her.

“I’m going to stretch you open, Nova. I’m going to fill you so full you’ll never remember what it felt like to be empty.”

I worked my finger in and out, feeling her body loosen and start to give. She was opening up for me, just for me. She squirmed and pressed against me and then would get shy and try and turn away again, as if she wasn’t allowed to feel what she was feeling.

“You have my permission. I’m your husband, and you listen to me and you do what I say and you will be safe. Your safe to want this. Your body knows what your mind hasn’t catched up.”

“I don’t know what I am doing,” she said, frustrated.

My cock throbbed, knowing how perfectly she was responding to my touch. This was how it was supposed to be.