Page 85 of The Verdict

And still, they wouldn’t come out. Stuck in a web I couldn’t untangle.

“Please…”

He growled low, his touch disappearing as he rose in front of me, his eyes glinting wildly.“You either wear underwear or you wear me.”

Heat flooded my core. And then he spun me, using one hand to tip me forward, my palms planting on the wall next to the bathroom door.

Cold air hit my ass as he shoved the dress up and over my waist. I heard the peel of his zipper an instant before the pierced tip of his cock fitted to my entrance like a key to a lock.

“I’m not letting you go,” he swore, and then drove deep.

I love you,the words flooded all of my cells.

I bit my bottom lip and braced against the wall, stifled cries leaking from the corners of my lips as he pounded into me. It was rough and quick and primal. The slap of his hips to my ass. The slick sounds of my body welcoming his. But it was thepulse in my chest that was the real thief. It stole this moment with him like it was mine to take, and it thieved hope for the future like he was mine to keep.

Pleasure swept around me like a sudden storm. The anticipation of tonight… the danger… the fear… it created a hollow inside me that only his touch could fill.

I loved him, and I didn’t want him to let me go.

“You’re mine, Merritt. Mine,” he bit out, angling himself so he filled me to the hilt, every thrust feeling like it stretched into my stomach. “And you’re going to wear my cum all over and inside your cunt tonight so there’s no mistaking it.”

Dios mío.

Tremors crashed through me, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter but elusive, holding me at the brink no matter how his piercing rubbed over my G-spot. I whimpered and shifted, my body twitching like an addict desperate for another fix.

“Rhys,” I begged, knowing he’d have the key to this, too.

“Say it,” he ordered, driving into me faster. Harder. “Tell me who you belong to.”

I bit into my cheek, pain and pleasure bringing tears to the corners of my eyes.

“You,” I breathed out, the word ending in a cry when his thrusts stopped. He held my hips, just the tip of his cock nestled inside me. “Rhys?—”

“Real or fake?”

A single tear slipped free. “Real.”

He moved again and sent me spiraling over the edge with a single, swift drive. I cried out, my orgasm incinerating the last shreds of fear that kept me from him. He continued to thrust into me, wholly claiming every inch of my climax before letting himself go.

“Fuck…”He came with a harsh curse, his cock swelling and jerking as he held himself buried against my womb.

I couldn’t help the moan that slid from my lips, knowing each jet of warmth I felt would be dripping from me for the rest of the night.

“Mine,” he said between our heavy pants, lungs trying to steady our racing heartbeats.

Three loud bangs sounded on the door. “Time to go,” Dare called from the other side.

I love you. Thewords were stapled to my breaths, but still, they made no sound.

“Coming!” Rhys shouted back, but he didn’t move quickly. Instead, he drew back and pushed inside me one last time like he wanted to make sure he filled every inch of me.

“Rhys…”

“Mine,” he reminded me with a soft voice, and then pulled out, helping me straighten as my dress slidback down to the floor.By the time I turned around, he’d tucked himself back into his pants and looked at me in a way I couldn’t mistake. A look that could be described in three little words—words that filled every inch of my being.

But another insistent knock sounded on the door, relegating those words until later.

“Ready?” Rhys asked low.

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