The Sacrifice: A Dark Revenge Romance
The Sacrifice: Chapter 27

When he walks in, I’m standing in front of the mirror about to apply my mascara.

I pause, straightening my back, and turn to face him. He’s leaning up against the doorframe to the bathroom. One hand is shoved into the pocket of his slacks; the other holds a glass with nothing but ice left in it. He’s already finished the drink.

He’s dressed in a three-piece suit; every inch is black, even the silk tie. His blue eyes are on mine, and it makes me squirm, wondering what he’s thinking.

“Did you pick out a dress?” he asks, his voice sounding on edge.

“Yes,” I answer softly. Unsure. I hate that I hope he likes it. I feel like him giving me the choice was a test. And I’m afraid to fail. I had way more than a few options to pick from. They brought an entire store to the house full of designer dresses and heels.

Pushing off the doorframe, he walks over to me, and my pulse starts to race, knowing he’s in here to do something to me. He’s already told me tonight is a big event—our first public appearance as husband and wife. I can only imagine what he’s got planned for me before we leave this house. My body tingles in anticipation.

“There’s no reason to be nervous, Lake,” he says, noticing the change in my breathing.

I swallow and lie. “I’m not.”

A smirk plays across his lips. “So you’re saying you’re this worked up over nothing?” He arches a brow.

No reason to lie again, so I don’t respond.

Reaching out, he unties the sash holding up my robe. I didn’t want to put clothes on, fix my hair and makeup, then mess it up getting undressed. That’s what I tell myself anyway. In the back of my mind, I was screaming easy access in case he came and fucked me beforehand.

He gently pushes the soft, fluffy material off my shoulders and it falls to my feet. Once again, I stand naked before him while he’s fully clothed, and I wish he’d get undressed.

His fingers run down my heaving chest, and the metal from his rings makes me shiver when they run over my breast.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers, and it makes my breath catch and butterflies flutter in my stomach. He’s such a good liar. And I’m the dumb bitch who believes it. Luke made me get my boobs done, but he hated them. Said they were too small. That he should have made them go bigger. I weighed a hundred and ten pounds and was a small A. I’d say a full D is damn well big enough on my body size.

The tip of his finger lazily circles my nipple. My eyes lift to his and he grips it, pulling me into him, and I gasp at the pinch. The moment my body knocks into his, his hands lower to my ass, his fingers dig into my hot skin, and he picks me up, setting me on the countertop where I was just doing my makeup.

I open my legs, wrapping them around his hips and pull him into me without thought as he stands in front of me.

My mind has been racing about what William told me. “Mr. Crawford isn’t a bad man. He’s just the type who does whatever needs to be done.

He felt the need to marry me. Why can’t I enjoy it? Because it will end in a fiery crash. We’re not meant to be together forever. My father will see to it.

He lowers his head to my breast, and I lean my head back against the cold mirror when his lips wrap around my nipple. He sucks on it, softly, tenderly.

“Please,” I beg, my fingers gripping his dark hair. I’m rough and needy, my body is already prepared for this. I’ve been getting ready for the last two hours just waiting for him to come find me. I’ve got myself all worked up about it.

Letting go, he does the same thing to the other.

I’m panting, my pussy throbbing.

He pulls away, and my legs sag off the side of the counter. Still standing between them, he reaches into his empty glass and picks up a piece of ice, rubbing it over my nipple. I gasp at the coldness. It’s melting so fast the water runs down my stomach and between my legs. And then he does it to the other.

Leaning over, he gently blows on them, and I arch my back. My hands grip his suit jacket, needing more. Reaching into his pocket, he removes what looks like clear cylinders with black handles on the end.

“Lick it,” he orders, bringing one up to my lips. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I do so without thought. I run my tongue along the outer edge of the small circle and even close my lips around it.

His eyes darken, and his free hand grips my thigh. When he pulls it free of my mouth, there’s a thin line of drool that falls on my chin. Lowering the device to my breast, he presses it to my skin, covering my nipple, and starts to twist the dial on the end. I cry out when it begins to suck my nipple into the cylinder.

“Tyson,” I gasp, reaching for it.

He swats my hand away. “Again,” he commands, placing the other one in my mouth and I suck on it. The action makes me moan, and he smiles. “Such a needy fucking slut,” he murmurs, his free hand grabbing my other breast before slapping the side of it, making my hips buck involuntarily. I can’t even be ashamed. It’s so true.

He pulls it free of my mouth, and I suck in a deep breath, bracing myself. Arms out, I curl my hands around the edge of the countertop I sit on. I arch my back for him as he presses it to my other nipple and repeats the action. They both hang off my breasts like a vacuum, holding them hostage.

I go to get up, to fall to my knees in the middle of the bathroom for him, but he wraps his hand around my throat and holds me in place. “You’ll stay right where you are until I tell you to move.”

My eyes roll back into my head, and I’m gasping for air. Fuck, my nipples are on fire, but it feels so good. Opening my eyes, I see his free hand has his cell in it. He sets it down on the counter.

“You’ve got ten minutes.”

He set a timer. I moan impatiently. “Are you going to fuck me?”

He chuckles. “What kind of husband would I be if I only gave you ten minutes?”

I whimper. “Please.” My hips rock, my ass sliding on the cold marble countertop.

“That what you want, Lake? For me to turn you around, bend you over, and fuck your cunt? Hmm? You want my cum dripping out of your pussy the rest of the night?” He slaps the side of my breast, making me whimper. The action has the cylinder jerking at the movement and pulls on my nipple.

“Yes.”

“Want everyone to see how desperate you are to be fucked like the slut you are?”

That’s exactly what I am—desperate. My nipples feel like teeth are nibbling on them, and my clit is pulsing. “Please, sir…”

His hand tightens around my throat, and he leans his face into mine. I look up at him through my lashes. “What did you just call me?” His low and dark growl only fuels my need for him to fuck me.

“Sir,” I say, my lips parted, trying to breathe. He hasn’t cut off my air completely, but he’s close.

I’ve never been the girl who got turned on by the thought of role-play. But right now, I’d drop to my knees, pucker up my lips and call him Daddy if it meant he’d let me suck on his dick like it was my own personal pacifier. So I say, “Please, sir, fuck me.”

His lips attack mine, and I wrap my legs around him once more. My hands grip his ass while his free hand massages my breast. He takes my air away with the one around my throat, and I don’t even care. There’s no fight for survival in a single bone in my body right now. Just raw fucking desire. A needy bitch for cock.

He pulls away, arm stretched out, holding my head in place. “Don’t move,” he commands, letting me go. My neck and back arches while I suck in a deep breath.

He grabs the small bench underneath the countertop for the vanity. He then grabs my ankles and places my bare feet at each end, my legs open wide for him. My soaked pussy on display.

He runs his thumb over my wet lips, and I close my eyes in victory.

“Is this what you want?” He pushes one finger into me.

“More,” I breathe. My nipples are throbbing. The sensation seems to intensify with every second.

He enters a second. “My wife is soaked.”

“Yes.” I nod, practically crying.

I open my eyes, lift my head, and see him fall to his knees on the bench between my open legs. His hands go underneath my knees, lifting them, and he pulls them to drape over his shoulders. Yanking my ass to the end of the counter, he keeps his eyes on mine as he runs his tongue over my pussy. He gets to my clit and sucks it into his mouth and I’m saying things that don’t make sense.

My chest rises and falls fast with each rapid breath, and it makes the cylinders jerk, pulling on my nipples while he sucks on my clit. I’m so close to coming when he pulls away.

I slump on the countertop, and he stands, placing my feet back on the bench. Reaching out, he grabs my right breast and twists the end once more, intensifying the sting of my nipple, and I’m gasping. He then does the other. “Ty-son.” My back arches, trying to reach out for him, needing him to come kiss me.

I’m shaking violently. I never knew a body could need something so much. It’s an addiction. A high that I’d beg him for.

He grabs my arms, yanks me from the countertop, and turns me to face the mirror. “Knees on the bench. Spread them wide open for me.”

He helps me, my legs shake so much, and I get up on the white leather bench and spread my legs as wide as I can. The action pushes my ass out behind me.

Picking up the mascara I had dropped when he entered, he hands it to me. “Finish your makeup, Mrs. Crawford.”

I don’t know why, but the way he calls me Mrs. Crawford makes it even sexier. I watch him in the mirror as he drops his eyes to my naked body, and he steps up behind me. His hand falls between my parted legs and gently rubs his fingers over my pussy. His fingers lazily play with my cunt, teasing me, knowing I want his cock. Removing them, he slaps my ass. “Makeup, Lake.”

I quickly unscrew the lid and lean over to get my face closer to the mirror, making sure not to knock the things stuck to my nipples on the counter. I try to concentrate on my lashes, but his fingers pinch my clit, and I jump, dropping it. “Oh God.” I moan at the pain it inflicted. Feels so good.

Dropping my head, I place my forearms on the countertop and stick my ass out farther to him. “Pl-please.” My hands are fisted, and I’m gasping for breath.

“This feel good?” He pulls on my throbbing clit. Letting go of it, his fingers run back over my soaked pussy before pushing two inside me.

“Yes.” I sigh, but he just holds them in place, making me growl with impatience. I start to rock my hips back and forth, fucking them myself.

His chuckle can be heard over my heavy breathing, and once again, I’m not even embarrassed. He places his free hand across my lower back, and I feel pressure against my ass. It doesn’t even stop me. As his thumb slips into my ass, he enters a third into my cunt.

I bite my lip and drop my head to the countertop. My heart racing.

“Painful?” he asks, pulling them out of my pussy and entering them again.

I shake my head, sucking in a deep breath. “No … don’t stop. Please.”

I feel it building. I’m so close. My nipples are swollen and tingling, my clit pulsing, and my pussy is soaked. Goose bumps cover my skin, and I close my eyes as I feel that sensation start to build.

He does exactly what I tell him not to do. “Sit up.” He removes his fingers, and I slump, doing as I’m told. He stands behind me, his hands on either hip, holding me in place. “Take the knob and twist it.”

My wide eyes meet his in the mirror. “Tyson…”

“Now, Lake.” He lets go long enough to slap my ass, and my hips jerk.

Taking a deep breath, I grab the cylinder with a shaky hand, while the other grips the end and twists it once, making me whimper. “Again,” he orders. “I want two full turns on each breast. Understand?”

I nod, and he allows my silent response. Biting my tongue, I do it once more and my head hangs as a whimper escapes my lips. His hand slides between my parted legs once more and he goes back to massaging my clit. The other comes up and wraps around my hair, fisting it tightly. He pulls my head up and tilts it to the side at an angle so he can lower his lips to my exposed neck. “Other one,” he whispers, his eyes on mine in the mirror.

Trembling, I grab the other and twist it once, feeling a sting in my nipple. Then I quickly do another and then slap my hands on the countertop.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers into me. My nipples pulse, the sting intensifying to the point it’s painful but in the best way. With his hand still in my hair, he twists my head up and to the side, where he lowers his lips to mine, and I kiss him breathlessly.

Pulling away, he enters a third finger into my cunt. I bite my lip to keep from screaming his name. He removes them, and I slump, a growl of frustration leaving my trembling lips. This time he doesn’t bother telling me what to do. He reaches around and twists them each two more times, making me cry out. My body shakes uncontrollably as I stay bent over, legs spread wide open.

His hands grab my hair once more, and he yanks my head up. Leaning over my back, he smiles at me in the mirror. It’s not fair. He looks like he’s about to go into a meeting and close a million-dollar deal, dressed in a three-piece all-black suit. I look like I’m coming off a three-day bender with my now ratted hair, lack of makeup, and I’m naked. “You’re so beautiful when you’re a desperate slut, Mrs. Crawford.”

I whimper, closing my eyes, and he lets go of me. When I open them, I see him remove a green container from his pocket and unscrew the lid. He dips two fingers into it, and then he rubs it over my clit.

“What is that?” I ask breathlessly, feeling a cooling sensation.

“This is a little party favor,” he answers vaguely.

The timer goes off, and he grabs my hand, pulling me up off the bench. He turns me around and sits me back on the countertop. I’m sweating, my body trembling.

He stands and reaches for my left breast. Untwisting the cylinder, it pops off, and I see my swollen nipple. He takes his fingers and pulls apart a small black rubber band. He gently places it over my breast, and it pinches my now swollen nipple.

My hands instinctively go to remove it, but he pins them down to my sides. “This is called nipple banding,” he says softly, his lips nearly touching mine.

“Tyson, please.”

“You’ll wear these tonight under your dress.”

I want to cry, but that’ll fuck up the little makeup I have on. I lick my lips. “Yes, sir.”

My words grant me another deep kiss, and I moan into his mouth before biting on his lip. He pulls away, leaving me breathless once again, and he repeats the action with my other breast, and my thighs clench at the sensation.

I stare up at him with heavy eyes, and parted lips.

“Get dressed and meet me downstairs,” he orders, and I swallow. “You may wear underwear, but that’s it. No bra.” Without waiting for a response, he lets go of me and exits the bathroom, his empty drink in hand.

I allow myself a few minutes to catch my breath, wondering how in the fuck I’ll make it through this party and what I can do to get fucked sooner than he plans.

TYSON

I’m standing down in the grand foyer responding to the text Ryat sent me when I hear her. My eyes lift to the top of the stairs, and I see my wife in a red dress. Her hair down and curled, my collar around her neck and ring on her finger. It’s what I don’t see that has me hard as a rock. The bands around her nipples.

The dress she picked out doesn’t make them noticeable, but I know they’re there. And by the way her eyes are heavy, the soft material of the dress reminds her they’re there too.

She stops in front of me, and she’s still panting. Good. I want every motherfucker there tonight to see how crazed she is for me. For my cock. For my attention. For my approval. My plan was to get her so worked up that she couldn’t stand it. She was so close to coming a couple of times that I know she’d do anything right now to get off.

After what I found out earlier in my office, I want to pin her down and fuck her until she’s nothing but a blubbering mess. But it’ll have to wait. I had a plan for tonight, and I’m not going to deviate from it with this newfound information.

I take her left hand and raise it to my lips, kissing her wedding ring. She blushes, dropping her eyes to the floor, and I love the way her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. “You look breathtaking, Mrs. Crawford.” It’s not a lie. My wife is gorgeous, and everyone will have their eyes on her tonight.

Her eyes lift to meet mine, and I drop her hand to cup her face, needing to touch her.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Ignoring the urge to rip off her dress and say fuck the party, I grab her hand and pull her out of the house. We get into the limo, and I sit down next to her. I turn to face her. “You—”

Her lips are on mine, cutting me off. I don’t push her away. Instead, my hands find her hair, and I deepen the kiss. I jump when I feel hers on my slacks, rubbing my cock.

Pulling away, I breathe, “Fuck, Lake.”

“Yes. Please,” she begs, her voice as desperate as her body is.

My hands lower to cup her face, my thumb running over her wet lips. She pulls it in, sucking on it, and I groan. “Is that what you want, darling? For me to fuck that mouth of yours?”

She moans.

I pull it out and replace it with two others, loving how wet it feels. I can’t wait to have her drooling around my dick.

“Want me to shove you to your knees, grip your hair, and make you gag?”

She nods the best she can, her eyes blinking.

Pulling them from her mouth, I slide my hand into her dress, my fingers finding her swollen nipple, and I pinch it, making her cry out.

“That’s it, little darling. That’s the sound you’ll be making for me later when you’re tied to our bed.”

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