Page 81 of The Bloke

“I love you, Colby Bryce,” I spoke through my sobs, not wanting to regret waiting any longer. I didn’t know what would happen in a week with my next test, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to chance never getting to tell him how I truly felt face to face.

My husband beamed up at me, his eyes almost glowing in the light of the moon and stars. I had nearly forgotten how incredible the night sky looked without all the light pollutionfrom the Strip. I now understood why he stopped here, so far away from the city—the stars.

“I’ve always loved you, Sienna Bryce.”

I felt his words hit their mark deep within my heart and soul before he captured my mouth and pulled me completely under his spell.

My fingers explored their way down his body to his jeans, tugging at the waistband for the buttons and zipper. He chuckled against my mouth, shifting his hips to give me better access as I pushed up on my knees, sliding my hand into his boxers and freeing his cock, which had already started growing hard.

I stroked him a few times before attempting to work my way out of my shorts. Colby huffed a laugh, pulling his lips from mine with a smirk that screamed trouble.

“Allow me, love.” He crooned, griping either side of my shorts by my ass and splitting them in half at the seam.

“Again?!” I shrieked, feeling the cool evening breeze where the fabric no longer covered my skin. “Let me guess, you’ll buy me a new fucking pair?” I growled, wrapping my hand behind his head and pulling hard on his hair, jerking his chin upwards.

“Always, love.” He teased, tugging my hair by the root just the same as he brought my neck to his lips and started sucking on the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “Now sit on my cock and fuck me like you love me.” He murmured against my skin.

I sucked in a breath before pulling my thong to the side and lowering myself onto him, his thick cock sliding effortlessly into me. I had been wet for hours, I wanted to fuck him before we left the penthouse, but he was too concerned with our meeting to let me.

When I was fully seated on his cock, I moved up and down his shaft, feeling his length as it filled me to the base and back out till just the tip was inside of me. I couldn’t help the moans thatescaped my lips between his mouth, sucking on my neck and his cock driving into me deeply; I was a mess of desire and lust.

His free hand gripped my ass while the other still held my scalp tightly, his hips now thrusting up against mine, our pace gradually growing quicker and harder. He bounced me on his cock, groaning into my neck with every fully seated thrust.

I released his hair, digging my nails into his shoulders as I rolled my hips against his, feeling his piercings hitting just the right spot that drove me absolutely insane.

“Look up, love.” He whispered, my head tilting to the side as he dragged his tongue up my neck and tugged on my ear. “I’m about to show you how bright the stars can truly be.”

I captured his mouth, my cries muffled by his lips as I rode him until I reached my breaking point. My climax ripped through me, sending a shiver up my spine as he followed me with his own, my cunt squeezing his cock as he shuddered inside of me.

Collapsing against his chest, I concentrated on slowing my heavy pants, burying my forehead into the side of his neck as I stared out of the corner of my eye to where the desert plain met the night sky.

I didn’t want to move, to leave this spot with him. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly against his warm body as I trembled from my climax. His soothing touch and the sound of his heart beating in his chest made my eyes grow heavier by the second.

Together, we were everything.

ONE WEEK LATER.

It felt like only yesterday we were leaving Dustin’s mansion with a second chance. I tied my hair into a thick ponytail before sliding into my black leather high-heeled boots. A low whistle carried across the bedroom, and I paused while sliding into my last one.

“You know, I think black is my favorite color on you.”

I turned my head to see my husband leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he admired my ass from my bent position. “Especially those tight black leather pants.”

“If you rip these in half, I swear to God, Colby…” I sighed as he laughed, pushing himself off the wall, and swaggered his way toward me. When he reached my side, he wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged his lips down the side of my neck, peppering kisses along the way.

“These can stay, but I want to see you crawling in them later.” He murmured against my skin, a shiver trailing down my spine as I bit my lip at the thought.

“Only if you crawl first.” I teased, sucking in a sharp breath as I felt his teeth sink into a sensitive spot.

“Done. Now let’s go before we’re late.” He smirked before releasing me and smacking my ass with his palm before he turned to leave the room.

Today was the day we had been anticipating, and although I was fully prepared to pass my assigned test, I dreaded going through it all over again—flashbacks to the casino flooding my memory.

I no longer feared blood and killing. Not when I knew the extent of the reward for doing it as part of the MUR. Fucked up, I know, but I loved my husband, and I would do anything to keep him by any means necessary.

“Mrs Bryce.” His mocking voice echoed down the hall. I could hear the over-dramatic eye roll in his tone, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

I loved it when he called me that, almost as much as when he called melove.

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