I’m panting. Not just for air—for him. For this.
And equally, his impatience is visible from his clenched jaw, how he urgently settles himself between my legs and aligns the tip of his dick to my throbbing entrance.
“Look at me,” he demands, pressing the heel of his palm over my clit and applying pressure. “Do not take your eyes off me.”
The instant his command is free, he slams inside me deeply—brutally. I suck in a tattered gasp, my body turning rigid from the solid girth of him. How it both hurts and feels amazing at the same time.
I’m not a virgin, far from it, but this intrusion is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my life. He stuffs his hands under my knees and pushes them forward to give him more leverage for thrust power. His energy soars. It’s not gentle or romantic—it’s his way of fucking me—to drill in his dominance and control.
All I can hear are his sexy grunts, the furious slapping noises of flesh colliding and my own groans. My body shunts across the mattress every time he reenters me.
Aside from pooling pleasure, I suffer a wave of emotions. Feelings that have no place within me—relief, adoration, bone-crushing desire. They’re all swimming around in my chest, each of them creating a monster of my own making.
He angles his pelvis and easily hits the sweet spot Liam could never find. It temporarily paralyzes me and in those seconds I’m no longer myself, nor am I ashamed of it.
In the past, we were too young to know about these reckless highs, and somewhere in the depths of my psyche, that little girl is wondering if we were always meant to find each other again. I shake my head to banish the nonsense. To romanticize this is worse than exalting the devil.
I bite my lower lip to contain a scream, only to draw blood. Copper blends with my saliva. The primitive way he’s slamming into me has my heart thumping. I can’t hold in the ragged moans scraping from my throat; the exquisite pain and gluttony are my undoing.
“This tight cunt of yours has never been fucked so good,” he spits out, half asking, half claiming it as so.
Moving from kneeling upright, he drops my legs, leans over, and slams his hands down at either side of my arms, caging me beneath his body in a plank position.
I ache to touch him and reach out for his hair, delving my fingers into the messy, thick mass on the top of his head. Unwittingly, I fist the strands and tug. His face drops to my breasts and his teeth bite. I buck my hips into the movement, then wrap my thighs around him and lock my ankles.
This is the closest we’ve ever been. Our skin rubbing and slapping, our bodily fluids mingling, and now our gazes are fiercely connected.
Stilling for a beat, he balances on one arm and seizes my throat. When I gasp, he takes the opportunity to dribble his spittle into my mouth.
“Swallow,” he instructs. His eyes flash when I obey him. “Good girl.”
Next, he sends his tongue in my mouth to joust with mine, capturing it and sucking hard.
He’s a monster I can’t escape. I belong to him—and he belongs to me. As much as that fact is alien to me, I don’t want to share him with other women, and I fear this moment will destroy his curiosity forever.
My whole body responds to him, drenched in an overwhelming arousal. I’m light-headed and fully submitting. I’ve never let myself go like this, never conceded to a man, and never relished sex in this way. Yet I’d rolled the dice as a willing player in a dangerous game.
Forceful lips cover mine at the very second he releases my neck and picks up the hammering rhythm again. He crushes his mouth to mine with a savage open-mouthed kiss of ownership, messy and hungry.
My body starts to shake from the inside, close to detonation. “Hmm… can you feel that? You're so close,” his voice is gritty and low, reverberating into my throat and chest, making my heart rate accelerate. “You’d better scream, Sin, or I’ll stop. Don’t hold back when it feels this fucking good.”
The gravelly texture to his command is enough to trigger a muscle-charging release. My screams come easily when he angles himself in deeper and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. “That’s it, Wifey, come for your husband.”
Black eyes drill into mine as they roll and blur.
In the final dregs of a violent quake, he flips me over onto all fours. He’s behind me with an arm hooked under my pelvis and a fist in my hair. I’m speared on his dick as he continues, taking the full brunt of his vicious thrusts. The hand in my hair switches from yanking strands to slapping my ass. When he’s done spanking me, he bites, fucks, and slaps as if he’s using me for an outlet. My self-control runs wild.
“This body belongs to me, Sin. I’ll reach the parts of you no one can find.”
I’m attuned to the fluidity of his relentless pace and how it suddenly becomes stiffer to match the tenseness of his muscles. He hisses when his own release spurts inside of me. “Fuckin’ hell,” he pants, his body turning lax.
I face-plant the duvet, completely satiated, but the instant I settle, he rolls me over, spreads my legs, and slips his fingers inside me again. The touch of his hand down there makes my pulse react, especially when he widens the opening in a scissor-like motion and avidly stares at the cum trickling out. He scoops some of it up with two fingers and brings it before his face. “I could fuck you every day, so my cum is always inside of you.”
Then he licks the creamy substance, grabs my wrist, and unceremoniously yanks me to sitting. Dazed and spent, he claims my mouth again; however, this time we’re not at war. Tenderness lures me into a trap for a heart-stopping moment. And just like Frankie had warned me, he skates his lips across my cheek and inhales my sweaty fragrance.
It happens in a blink, right before he rears back, climbs off the bed, and stands. Stretching his neck from side to side, he silently strolls out of the room.
I freeze at the abruptness, unsure why it rips my bucking heart out. A shaky hand settles on my sticky belly as I glance at the messy sheets around me. Anger mangles my pride and frustration catches me off guard.
