Page 68 of King of Clubs

“Do you believe me?” There was no malice in his tone or aggression in his words. He genuinely cared if I believed what he said with little fear that there would be another truth uncovered.

And as angry as I was, I believed him. I knew Clara was a manipulative cow. But I’d been treated as a subordinate for so long, that being given respect and the opportunity to answer a question like that was scarily new.

Looking into his eyes, I knew I trusted him. He’d proven he wasn’t going anywhere, would be consistent and safe, which was what I always wanted in a partner. He’d repeatedly shown me he was there through his thoughtfulness and ability to provide me with stability in a world which had felt rocky for so long.

I stepped into him and wrapped my arms around his back, breathing in the only smell which calmed me down. Gosh, I missed his touch.

“I want to kick her arse,” I grumbled into his chest.

“I want to let you,” he said, “but I must admit, I like it when you’re feisty,” he kissed the top of my head. “I’m torn, babe. I want to take you downstairs so Cooper can also apologise to you and so Clara can seeexactlywho I’m with, but I also want to remindyouof that,” he pulled me into him, showing me what he meant, and I whimpered like the insatiable mess I was with him. “Which would you prefer?”

Oh, I knew exactly where this was heading.

It had been a long few days without him and when he grabbed my arse and trailed kisses from my cheek to my neck, I thanked my past self for choosing to wear a loose dress. He kissed my mouth, draping my arms around his neck, the jealousy from earlier spurring me on as I matched his actions with rigour. He walked me backwards until my back hit the cool glass while never breaking our connection and I felt euphoric with having him and knowing he was mine. I tightened my arms around his neck while grinding myself on him, a needy little puppy ready to be pampered.

“I’ve missed you,” I panted, my back hitting his chest as he gently spun me around until I was facing the glass, unnoticed by the couple of hundred people below. This was an all too familiar pattern we were creating, and I wasn’t about to complain.

His fingers traced my neck as he moved my hair over to one side. Leaning into me, he spoke into my ear. “I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this neck,” he said, placing a kiss there, “I’ve missed these tits,” he said, grabbing them in his hands from behind me, “and I’ve missed this pussy of mine.” He trailed his finger underneath my dress and across my panties, causing me to moan. “I’m going to fuck you right here because I can’t go another minute without being inside you, Marlee.”

Holy mother of shit.

His promise was venereous and I pushed my arse back into him, silently begging him to follow through on his words.

Sliding his hands down, he raised my dress before ripping my panties down my legs. I bent forward allowing him better access and he spanked me in response.

A surprised moan escaped me, and my breathing increased. I wanted more. I needed more.

“Hurry up then,” I ground out, allowing my earlier anger to spur me forward.

“My girl is so feisty,” his finger moved to my bare centre, and he rubbed my clit as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper.

“I will be if you don’t hurry up and put that cock inside me,” I felt emboldened and the deep rumble against my ear only encouraged me.

“Did it make you angry when someone else said I was theirs?” The sharp sting of his palm on my arse only added to the burning in my blood.

“Yes,” I hissed, moving myself back and forth, easily gliding along his hand.

“Put your hands up on the glass and arch that back of yours,” he demanded, and I did, desperate for him to enter me. I was no longer embarrassed by the way my body responded to his commands, the way I wanted him to drive me and my body.

“So wet, babe, always so ready for me,” he spread my legs apart, guiding himself along my slick entrance.

“I’m going to remind you just who I belong to,” he said, rubbing himself against me, “And you will take my dick like my good little slut, won’t you?”

The beat of the music vibrating through the floor and up my body, the thrill of being claimed against the viewing glass with a room full of unbeknownst people and the filthy words oozing from his mouth made me feral.

“God, yes,” I gasped fervently.

“I’m in charge here, Marlee, but don’t be fooled, you control me just as much as I do you. If I was to ever let anyone else dominate me, it could only ever be you. My heart, body and soul – it’s all yours,” he said, before he slammed his cock into me eliciting a scream.

He gripped my hips as his powerful thrusts moved my entire body, my palms pressed firmly against the glass as I met his driving force. His confession wrapped around me, his vulnerability unlocking any remaining armour between us.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I panted as my exhales increased.

“Holy shit, you take me so well,” another slap to my arse reverberating through me, sending a spike of pleasure directly to my clit. “You love when I fuck you against the glass, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. I was lost in the throngs of pleasure as he pumped in and out of me. A dominant display of claiming and owning.

“You love it, don’t you?” His voice, dripping with need was hot as fuck and I threw my head back to smirk at him.

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