Page 77 of Ruthless Reign

“Please,” I murmured, gripping at his hair, rocking against him in a humiliating frenzy.

“Please, what, my darling wife?” He grinned while he sucked one nipple into his mouth, and lust shot through my veins, mixing with the heady look in his eyes to amp me up.

“Please, fuck me,” I said. “Make me yours again. Show me you love me.”

“Mia cara,I’ve been showing you that for months now,” he said with that devilish smirk. “I’d do anything for you.”

He reached between us to unzip his jeans and free his cock, and when he lined himself up at my entrance, I lowered myself down on him all the way. I clenched against the intrusion, at once painful and euphoric, and I stayed there for a moment to adjust. I met his dark eyes, now almost black with his excitement, and I could swear I saw right down to his soul.

It was bright and powerful, just like him, and more importantly, it matched mine.

We truly were made for each other, and even if our story didn’t start the way either of us would have wished, I couldn’t imagine anyone else completing me so perfectly.

“Tell me again,” he said, rocking into me, gripping my hips to guide me.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“Again.” He leaned in to kiss me while I fucked myself on top of him.

“I love you.” I had to say it through fumbled moans as he hit spots inside of me that set my molecules alight.

“Goddamn right, you do.” He broke away to kiss down my neck again, pausing at the spot where my neck met my shoulder while he found my clit, rubbing in that expert way only he knew how to do. “Don’t ever forget it.”

“I won’t.” My toes dug into the sides of the chair, my knees aching against the hard wooden seat. I’d surely have bruiseslater, not to mention the swollen parts on my backside, but who cared about that when my husband’s beautiful dick made me feel so amazing and fulfilled?

“Good.” He lapped over a particularly sensitive spot, and I melted, my muscles tightening, the euphoria inside escalating, amplifying, nearing a breaking point. “Just to make sure you don’t forget it…” He sank his teeth into my skin, sucking and biting the flesh on my trapezius muscle.

The pain combined with the pleasure between my legs and I broke apart, submitting to him and my orgasm and this untenable thing between us. I screamed, my entire body tensing, something pouring out of me that I couldn’t control. He covered my mouth with his free hand but kept going, kept fucking me while he claimed me with his teeth. It was so primal and territorial that I almost couldn’t stand it.

I loved that about him—how much he owned me, how much he protected me and possessed me. Even though I was fucking him, he had complete control over us both.

When I came back into my body, the explosion having ebbed enough for me to refocus on him, he grinned like a demon and wrapped his arms around me to stand. He carried me to the table and laid me down on top of it, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pressing tender kisses to the ache on my neck.

“That was amazing.” I could barely think, let alone operate my mouth.

“I think they heard you in Guam.” He laughed and leaned over me, holding my shoulders so he could lazily thrust into me in slow pushes that teased me and eased me down from my climax.

My loudness suddenly made me self-conscious, and I bit my bottom lip. “Is that a problem?”

“Fuck no,” he said. “Let them hear how much you love me.”

I grinned as my skin burned for him.

“Now, hold on. I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” My sexy husband smiled, gripped my hips, and did just that.

It was only afterward, once he’d come deep inside me with his head thrown back on his shoulders and that look of rapture on his gorgeous features, that I realized he’d left a hickey on my neck four days before my wedding. A version of me from six months ago would have been appalled. But now, well, I was grateful for a good concealer.

24

BEAR

Even though it was bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding, I spent that morning fucking Julia like the world might end. Hell, for all I knew, it would.

She explained her beef with fate, and even though I never believed in any of that shit, I couldn’t deny that things between us felt karmic in a way nothing ever had before. She was meant to be with me, and I was meant to be with her.

It was why none of my other relationships had turned into anything serious. In a morose sort of way, perhaps that was why all her previous boyfriends met the business end of her family’s high expectations.

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