Page 137 of Brutal Collateral

“I’m counting on it.” I twist my wrists around his neck and let him kiss me. “I want to forget what happened tonight.”

He kisses me with a hot and demanding mouth, dazzling me with his firm lips and a devilish tongue. Hard. Punishing. Possessive. Everything buzzes inside me, shooting pleasure right to my core. Killing a man should have had me curled into a ball.

I feel alive. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, and I feel like a superhero who could stay awake for days.

Griffin has kissed me plenty, but this assault on my mouth feels different. We’re married. That brutal, City Hall wedding to get even with me, aside.

I like how this feels. Belonging to Griffin. Being his. It’s so primal. And I want more.

We kiss while undressing, clothes flying everywhere. I’m frantic and desperate to be naked. To feel every inch of my husband’s warm skin on my bare body. Piece by piece, every stitch falls to the carpet. His suit, my pantsuit, my bra, my panty, his briefs.

He spins me around and his warm cheek rests on my shoulder while he cradles my breasts in brawny palms. Thick fingers tug at my nipples, sparking them to rise up, long and stiff.

“I knew I’d ruin you for another man,” Griffin whispers in my ear. “Now I’m here. Let’s make up for that lost time.” His hands run down my body, and between my thighs, finding my clit. “Open. God, still natural. I love it, my little furry animal.”

“You’re sick.” I laugh.

“Sick enough that I think of you every waking minute. This won’t be quick. I will be thorough.” He increases the pressure on my clit, pulling a cry from me while his teeth graze my neck. “Kiss me, wife.”

I turn back to face him, and our mouths come together again. Griffin lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me across the room and brings us both down on the bed together. We never break the kiss.

“I have more condoms. I’ll wear one.” Griffin situates himself on top of me.

I run my hands over his perfect broad chest, sculpted shoulders, and rippling abs. Even though he’s Irish, his tawny skin looks rich and feels warm with a faint dusting of golden hair. There’s a sexy trail of soft coils from his chest down to his stomach. I reach down between his legs and close my fingers around his massively hard cock.

“Yeah, jerk me off. Are you wet for me?” He strokes my mouth.

“Wrong lips.”

“Open.” He probes my mouth with his index finger. “Make it nice and wet.”

I swirl my tongue around the tip, and when he removes it, he drags it down my body, right to my aching center. Two fingers rub my clit while Griffin penetrates me with dazzling blue eyes.

“I have to be inside you.” His heated gaze smolders with lust.

He gets off the bed and walks to his nightstand stark naked. Facing me, he tears open a condom wrapper, and with shaking hands, rolls it over his long, thick erection.

Climbing back onto the bed, he pulls me toward him and lines up his cock with my entrance. “I can come inside you now.”

He enters me with one harsh thrust. It stings for a minute, but I’m so damn wet.

“Christ, yes. I’m going to stretch you, rough up this pussy, make you sore. I’ll be fucking you a lot, siren.” Griffin slides out and slams back inside with the start of a punishing fucking rhythm that blanks out my head.

I climax in a matter of seconds.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight when you come. You’re killing me.” He pumps in and out of me faster but then stops to go slow and gets even deeper.

My head sags back, my hips pressed into his to feel everything.

“Look at me, siren.” Griffin’s fingers close around my throat. “Watch me as I fuck you and squeeze the breath out of you. Live on the edge with me.”

With only small pops of air, I get dizzy, but fuck, the shock to my system is like a hit of gasoline on an already raging fire.

Griffin pumps me so hard my tits bounce with each thrust, bringing me to a place I’d never been. Not even with him. Did he save this for marriage? This kink that only a wife bound by law would get?

I gasp for air.

“You got this, siren.” Griffin’s hungry gaze while fucking me, sends me over the edge again. But I’m learning my husband won’t let me go with just a couple of orgasms. He wants all of me. He wants to wreck me. My clit is so sensitive, but he turns up the pressure, fucking me harder.

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