His.
“I’m going to fuck you from all angles, Wifey.” He presses down on my shoulders. “And watch you take all of me.”
I blink at his thick shaft on my way down to the floor, inwardly praising its essence-coated sheen and the frenzied vein throbbing under the duress of what looks like an exceedingly painful erection. Settling on my knees, he lowers too, sweeps my hair over one shoulder, places a hand between my shoulder blades, and forces me to collapse forward again. My cheek nestles into the plush silver-gray carpet and my secured forearms tingle as wild pins and needles circulate.
“Hmmm,” he hums while his hands explore my bare skin. “I’m going to enjoy our honeymoon.”
His dick needs no guidance, nor does it wait for permission. My teeth clench when it fills me, my inner walls spasming in a powerfully greedy way. He draws back and slams forward, his fingers weaving around the knots he tied to give him something else to hold on to. The strength of him winches my shoulders upward, all the while being taken from behind.
Half of me dangles, the other half is supported by a strong arm, and impaled on his dick. I catch his feral eyes in the mirror. How he’s admiring my vulnerability as he continues to pound into me. Returning my lustful gaze, he smiles at me. Not a happy grin or a pleased smirk—it’s sadistic, carnal, and full of adulation.
Rearing back, he sucks in air and growls, “This is it, Wifey. Me filling your cunt, so full of my cum it will pour out of you for days.”
He hauls my bound arms into his chest and roars, instantly palming my throat and squeezing. His opposite arm hooks my pelvis to drive his thrusts in harder. Sweat mists on my skin as I get light-headed and gasp for oxygen. His fingers relax a fraction, permitting me to suck in a gust of air.
Pleasure cripples me, lost in the force of his fucking. He fucks me harder than ever—faster, deeper, aggressively. Each time he withdraws, he spears me again as if desperation is controlling his urges to ram back inside of me.
The way this man makes me feel is criminal. I could lose my mind if I’m not careful—lose all sense of direction and control. Blood surges in my ears, an energetic melody to his grunts and my pleading gibberish. The toxic vision of us ignites a powerful, leg-quaking orgasm. A release that electrifies my core and won’t stop. The deeper he pounds and the harder he tunnels inside, the easier it is for the crown of his punishing dick to hit the exact spot of my detonation. Every. Single. Time.
“André… Don’t stop…” Tears stream from the corners of my eyes, the sensation sweeping through me and kissing my soul. I’m out of my body and inside of it, at the same time. Screaming and moaning in a strangled sob unlike any sound I’ve ever made before. “Fuck… shiiiiiiiiit… Dré…”
His pace switches from manic to controlled as the waves subside. I know he’s exploding when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, curls his chest around me, and growls. A comforting hand clutches my stomach as he pumps every last drop of cum into me. I pant and shake, refocusing on our united reflection. He breathes heavily into the crook of my neck, creating ripples of vibrations from my flesh to his. We stay locked together for a flurry of erratic heartbeats, me fully captured by him and André fighting his way through his unhallowed impulses.
He slowly pulls out on a quiet hiss. I slump away from him, my ass in the air and body worn out. I’m mentally and physically exhausted. Well and truly claimed in every way. Lying on my side before the mirror, I observe him through slitted eyes. How he tactically loosens the knots holding my arms in place and rolls me to lie flat on my stinging ass.
My numb fingers automatically open and close to get the blood flowing again. Once he’s content I’m comfortable, he moves between my legs and parts them at the knees.
His eyes darken to a shade more terrifying than dominance—its unadulterated possession woven with obsession. André carefully spreads my thighs wide and stares, his brow creasing to a frown. Our gazes lock and he reaches out for me, hooks his ringed fingers around the rope hugging my breasts, and heaves me to sit. “We didn’t use protection.”
I swallow hard. “I know,” I whisper.
“So, you know what that means?”
“Do you?”
He kisses me for a lingering second. “Yeah.” His fingers move to my swollen folds. “I fully understand what it means, Sin. It solidifies our feelings for each other, and I’ll never let that bastard anywhere near my family.” I watch his brow crease as his gentle fingers stuff leaking cum back inside of my entrance. “This belongs to you. It’s all yours.” He offers me a cheeky grin, a rare smile.
A blazing fire of ownership sparks within me. No matter what I tell myself, he’s the man I was secretly waiting for—he’s the one I had wanted to save me since I was a little girl.
Except life has never been straightforward.
Unfortunately, I’m all too aware of how complicated villains can be.
A shiver of apprehension tells me we’re caught in the headlights of an impending catastrophe.
38
SINÉAD
I’ve witnessed six sunsets and missed every sunrise.
Our time spent on the colossal boat was free from interruptions—until this very second, when his phone rings from the edge of the tropical plunge pool. André curses under his breath, his large, inked hand reaching for the device.
I shove myself upright, switching from lounging under an ice-white parasol to sitting on the edge of a padded daybed. Although the ship’s crew packed swimwear and sundresses for me before we embarked, my husband likes to observe me from every angle, naked and exposed. On the occasions I had dressed for moonlight dinners, the seams of each flowing mesh garment never lasted long.
He pushes out of the water, his broad shoulders tense, the skin glittering under a baking sun. Reckless beads dive off his skin as he rakes his fingers through his damp strands and prowls to the railing, out of earshot. I suck in a flabbergasted breath, still shocked at the fact I’m married to him. My greedy gaze devours his firm golden buttocks, magnificent dick, and his shorn testicles that hang right between his taut thighs.
The past few days have been one hell of an awakening. One where we easily slipped into a lazy pace of life—where I forgave him for forcing his world upon me and he made an oath under the stars to protect me at all costs. I haven’t forgotten about my old life, and definitely not Mammy. André has assured me he has a plan to sweep her out from under Frankie’s nose and has asked for my patience.
