Page 63 of Brutal Bond

As with most times I’ve found her here, her arms are full of flooring, paint, and fixture samples, trying to finalize her plans. There’s enough noise with the ongoing construction that I am able to sneak behind her with ease. Snaking my arms around her waist, I pull her back to me. She startles slightly before I manage to fully plant my kiss the crook of her neck.

“You’re jumpy, little rose,” I whisper against her ear while refusing to let her go. “Do you have a lot of men stealing an embrace when I’m not around?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but Big Jim over there can be quite handsy at times.”

I whip my head around to see who she’s talking about, and she grips my face and turns it back to her.

“I’m kidding. The way you look at anyone who lets their eyes linger on me a tad too long, I can’t fathom there is a man in this town that would have the balls to actually lay a hand on me.”

She isn’t wrong. She’s mine.

While I do enjoy showing her off—because she is fucking gorgeous—I detest when men have the gall to think they have a chance with her.

With any man who tried, I would have no problem putting him six feet under. I’d dig up the foundation with my bare hands and lay him beside Michales. A collection of men who had the audacity to think they deserved to know what my little rose feels like.

A sly smile tugs at my lips from the thought. I may have been granted the opportunity to start a new life, but it doesn’t mean I’ve become a fucking saint.

“Come on.” I slip my fingers into hers. “It’s time to go home.”

“Five more minutes.” She squeezes my hand and fights against my pull.

“No.” My voice is deep and authoritative.

“Eddie?” she coos playfully.

Stepping to where she stands steadfast, I slip my hand around her throat and place a rough kiss against her lips. Lingering close and keeping my voice low, I whisper, “I said it’s time to go. If I have to throw you over my shoulder and drag you home to play with my sweet little cunt, you’re going to be very sorry.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “Just let me grab my ba?—”

Her words are cut short with a squeal as I grab her waist, hoist her over my shoulder, and carry her back to my car. Not caring who sees, I turn my head and sink my teeth into the perfectly round ass cheek before me.

I expect her to yelp from the force, but instead, I’m met with a lusty groan. Taking a deep breath, I manage to maintain a steady gate as I make my way to my Bacalar.

I don’t put her down or open her door. I pull her into the driver’s seat with me and shut the door.

She’s going to regret not listening the entire way home.

CHAPTER

FORTY-NINE

HARPER

Parked no more than one hundred feet from the construction site that’s swarming with workers, Eddie tears at the button of my shorts. I struggle against him, but his muscular arm around my waist has me practically pinned to him.

When he gets them below my knees, he pushes the ignition and peels away from the site. He roughly shoves his fingers into my pussy and growls, “Don’t ever deny me of my fucking cunt.”

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other aggressively working my pussy, I writhe on his lap as he quickly works me to the edge.

“Fuck, Eddie,” I groan as my back arches, and I grind down on his hand. He thrusts deep and massages his fingers against my walls, rubbing over the spot inside that does me in. Panting, I fist his shirt and grip his thigh.

I’m so fucking close.

Eddie stills his fingers and takes his time sliding them from me, ripping away the orgasm that was only seconds away. Lifting his arousal-covered fingers from between my thighs, he shoves them into my mouth and snarls, “You want to keep me from my cunt? I’ll keep you from coming.”

He drives down the winding roads with his fingers in my mouth long after I’ve sucked them clean. Pulling them from my mouth, he plunges them back between thighs. He teasingly rubs his fingers around my clit, occasionally thrusting inside me—but not once letting me come.

He toys with me the entire drive home, leaving me so fucking needy that I could scream. As he pulls to a stop before the front steps of our current home, he opens the door and slides me from his lap. My shorts fall around my ankles as he helps me to my feet.

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