Page 81 of It Must Be Fate

There’s nothing else to say except,

“I love you,” I vow, clasping his face.

A rumble rolls up his chest and falls from his mouth. “And I love you. I obsess over you. I wake up and go to sleep and live and breathe solely foryou.”

His eyes close, his arm wraps around my waist, and his fingers curl inside me. I yelp when he rubs against the sensitive spot that makes me fall apart every single time.

“Sometimes I hate how much I love you, because I can’tstand it, watching another man touch you,” he murmurs. “I haven’t been able to get any work done at all. Every time I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is his hand where mine usually is, so dangerously close to your ass that the visual of it imprinted into the backs of my eyelids might still give me a fucking aneurysm.”

His grip tightens painfully on my waist like he’s replaying those images in his mind.

“Erase his touch,” I whisper. “I don’t want him on me. You’re the only man I want. Make us both forget he ever touched me.”

I moan discontentedly when his fingers pull out of me, yanking me back from the brink of a climax and leaving me frustrated.

He rips his shirt off, revealing the tattooed torso beneath it. Over the years, the patchwork has evolved until not a single inch of free space remains.

“I made sure he’ll never touch you again, wild girl. The last thing he’ll ever feel against his skin is the cold, damp soil of the shallow hole his mangled body is being dumped into as we speak.”

He shoves his trousers down past his hips, wraps a hand around his cock and presses the head against my entrance. He grabs my thighs and yanks me forward until my ass hangs off the desk. Then he drives into me with one thrust.

I gulp at the sudden intrusion, at the complete and utter stretch. My head falls back between my shoulder blades as a violent shudder rips through my body.

“Nix,” I gasp.

He groans loudly and scoops me up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I’m impaled impossibly deep as my back hits the bay windows and a hand closes tightly around my throat.

“Tell me no one touches you.”

He drives into me savagely, pinning me against the glass with every jealous thrust.

“No one touches me.”

A satisfied noise rumbles deep in his chest. He bends his head and buries it into the crook of my neck. His teeth sink into the open skin there and then he’s sucking it into his mouth. He holds me up easily with one hand on my ass as the other rubs my clit in tandem with his thrusts.

“I’m going to mark you,” he announces hoarsely, barely lifting his mouth from my throat. “Right along the column of this pretty neck so no one misses it.”

“You can’t,” I pant. “My clients—”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he grunts. “I won’t have a repeat of today. You’ll be marked and you’ll wear it proudly so every man who looks at you understands exactly who you belong to. And if this still doesn’t send the message, then next time I’ll tattoo my name right on your throat so they can’t miss it.” His mouth moves up to breathe his next words against the shell of my ear. “They’re lucky enough that I let them look. That’s a kindness I’m extending only because I can’t blame those poor fuckers for staring when you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole fucking world. They should get to look, to appreciate how rare your beauty is. But that’s it,” he growls. “If another man touches you again Six, I'll filet him alive. I’ll make every last minute of his remaining existence as painful as humanly possible and then I’ll bury his body with the others.”

He punctuates the final words of his sentence with deep thrusts that send my pussy into overdrive. Before I know it, I’m clawing at his back, my nails digging into his flesh as I come. My muscles clamp down on him, spasming violently as pleasure takes me over the cliff.

Phoenix pulls out only long enough to set me down and turn me to face the windows. He pins me by the neck against the glass and pushes lazily back into me, drawing out every second of my orgasm. I’m so sensitive from my climax that his reentry makes my legs shake in agonized pleasure.

“Good girl,” he purrs into my hair. He looms over me. I can see our reflection in the glass, see how he stands a full head taller than me as his hands wrap around my waist and he tugs my hips back. “Look out at the city. It belongs to us. And you belong to me.”

It’s madness, the way he makes me feel. The way he controls my body like a switchboard, tossing me around and doing whatever he wants to me, making me hear colors and pray to new deities.

His hands come around my front to palm my breasts and tweak my nipples. I drop my head back against his chest as ragged breath after ragged breath rips from my lips.

My eyes open to find him staring down at me with a stare so full of desire and demented possessiveness, it steals the oxygen from my lungs.

He keeps staring as he pinches my clit and watches my chin tilt up, my mouth part, and my eyes roll back into my head as I come with a scream so explosive I’m sure the rest of the floor hears us.

Phoenix doesn’t let it stop him. He continues thrusting madly inside my tight pussy, kissing my mouth, and grabbing at every part of my body with greedy hands, until his own face screws up and I feel his hot cum spill inside me.

He slumps forward, trapping me against the wall. I feel his heart beating manically on my back, feel the warmth of his skin on mine.

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