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“Are yousure?” I tilt my head to meet his gaze and nod.

“I’m sure, my love. I trust you.” His jaw ticks as he captures my lips with his, wrapping his hand around my neck. My nipples harden when he squeezes a little tighter, pressing his cock against my back.

“Face down, ass up, and hands back,” he commands, nodding towards the bed. Once I’m in position he ties my hands, rubbing my back down to my ass before ripping a hole in my outfit to give him a clear path to my entrance without removing my lingerie completely. I let out a little gasp as his finger glides through my wetness, then I see him drop to his knees before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, swiping his tongue along my pussy. My whole body tingles at the feeling of him absolutely devouring me. There’s something exhilarating about being at the mercy of someone who will do things that would feel terrifying with anyone else, but you know you’ll be safe withthem. When he slips two fingers inside me, curling them in sync with the motion of his tongue against my clit, I can’t help but moan his name.

“Tank!I’m gonna come.” He continues feasting on me until I’m biting the sheets to keep from screaming.

I’m barely down from my orgasm when he slips his fingers out and thrusts into me, making me yelp. “That’s right baby, and you’re gonna give me a few more.” His massive hands wrap around my waist, handling me like a toy made for his own pleasure.

Afew more?

I feel lightheaded as he continues to ram into me deeper and deeper, hitting every single spot I need him to. I feel like I’m basking in the sun with the way the warmth is spreading through my body—pressure building as he fills me completely, unrelenting as I grip the sheets of our bed.

“Ah, Tank!”I scream into the mattress.

“That’s it, Honey. Give it to me.” And I do. Another orgasm rips through me, making me release the sheets to dig my nails into my palms. My screams are barely muffled as his absolutely punishing pace keeps me coming. One of his hands reaches around my waist, pulling me up with my back flush to his chest.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna give me one more.” I shake my head trying to tell him I can’t, but no words come out. My chest heaves up and down as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Yes, you are. But I need you to be quiet for me so we don’t have to stop. You don’t want to stop, do you, Honey?” I whimper and shake my head no.

“Atta girl. Just one more.” He kisses my temple as his hand wraps around my throat, his cock still buried inside me as he picks up his pace, causing my head to fall back on his shoulder. I can already feel the tension building again, making my head swim. I let out a loud moan and he brings his lips around to mine, doing his best to keep me quiet—though it doesn’t work. I can tell I’m close and his kiss only spurs me on further. His name falls from my lips again, and he pulls away.

“Bite,” he demands, moving his hand up from my throat to my mouth. “I’m gonna come with you this time, baby, so let me have it. Come for me, my perfect little wife.” I bite down on his hand right by his thumb as my body trembles. I can feel him pulsing inside me as he groans and gently bites my shoulder. He kisses away the bite marks as his pace finally begins to slow down, and his fingers begin caressing my jaw in the most gentle way as he drags his lips up and down my neck.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

“You felt safe?” The way he asks makes me love him even more.

“With you, always.” I lean my head back to capture his gaze. He huffs out a laugh and smirks before kissing me again.

“You were such a good little wife for me.”

One reason I loved dancing so much was because I felt like I was in control of my body. When that feeling was taken from me, I was sure I’d never get it back. I realize now that I was wrong. I just hadn’t met Tank yet. He’s given me the security I needed to feel in control again, even when I’mnot.

He unties my hands and helps me out of my now-ruined bodysuit, instructing me to lay down while he runs me a bath. The way he always takes care of me after we have sex is something I’m getting spoiled toveryquickly. But I get the feeling that with Tank, it’s not something that will stop any time soon.

After getting into our sweats, we unlock the door and climb into bed. Once I’m tucked under his arm with my head on his chest, Tank begins playing with my hair, something else I’m getting spoiled to.

My contentment is disrupted as I think about how I’m not quite ready to get back to reality yet. Max gave me some time off from the bar to get settled into my new normal, but that all ends tomorrow. It’s back to work, back to the custody shit show, and even though I’m sure Tank will be glad to get back to his routine of going to the gym, volunteering, and whatever else it is he does during the day, I’m really going to miss being with him all day.

I think I may be dick-whipped.

That or this is what it feels like to be in love.

It’s honestly a toss-up at this point.

CHAPTER32

TANK

“Get him restrained, Dom.” I hear Asher instructing. “You two, help him. Figure out what the fuck is going on with this guy, I’m going down to get Tank.” I try to roll to one side, then the other. Fuck—I can’t move without feeling like my spine is about to snap in two. That or it already has and the shock hasn’t let me feel it yet.

“Hey, man. Talk to me. You good?” Asher is down the stairs and by my side in a matter of seconds.

“I can’t move, Ash. My back hurts like fucking hell.”

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