Page 77 of Coercion

He bites down on my shoulder again. I arch back, rolling my hips, riding him as much as I can as the tears stream down my face.

I’m so close, I’m practically delirious. His left hand drops from his hold around my hair, he wraps it around my throat cutting off my airway for the briefest of seconds and, as if heknows exactly how to manipulate my body, I fall apart. My eyes roll back in my head, I see stars as something cataclysmic shatters inside me.

And I scream.

I scream so loud it feels like I tear my vocal chords.

Preston growls, pushing himself into me, pressing me hard against the wall as he lets himself go and I can feel it, the way his dick pumps, the way those piercings move as he comes inside me.

I can barely get my breath back as I slump into the wall. My head feels dizzy but in the most incredible way. He’s still buried inside me, his body is still pressed right into me. I don’t want to move. I want to stay here and die in this delirium.

“Ruby.” He says quietly, brushing my hair.

I whimper, keeping my eyes closed. It feels too good. It feels too perfect. I don’t want to open my eyes and realise this is all some fantasy, that I’ve simply hit my head and imagined all of this, and I’m really at home, by myself, and none of this has happened.

“Ruby.” He says more persistently.

I let out sigh and then he does the unthinkable; he pulls out and I feel suddenly so empty without him.

But I can feel his come leaking out, I can feel it already slick on my thighs.

“Talk to me.” He murmurs.

“I think you broke me.” I whisper, before letting out a tiny laugh.

His hands wrap around my shoulders, he pulls me back into his chest. “I shouldn’t have been so aggressive.”

“Don’t you dare.” I say, turning around, forcing myself to move. “Don’t you dare start backtracking.”

His lips curl and his eyes seem to sparkle. “You enjoyed me being like that?”

“I said it before, I’m your wife, you’re meant to use me as you want.”

He shakes his head, cupping my cheek. “I don’t want to just use you, Ruby. I want you to want me, I want you to…”

I crash my lips into his. If he didn’t get it already then apparently this man isn’t as smart as I thought he was. He groans, grabbing my jaw, pushing me back into the wall that seconds ago he had me pinned against and was fucking the life out of me.

“I want you, Preston.” I say as we break away. “I want you, however you’ll have me.”

“In that case…” He says, picking me up throwing me over his shoulder and I shriek at the fact my bare arse is entirely exposed to the entire world. He yanks my dress down giving me some sort of decency. “…We’re going home. I want to fuck my wife somewhere better than an alleyway.”

“You’re the one that dragged us down here.” I grumble as he laughs.

Preston

Her face is grazed, her knees are scuffed up. She rubs her palms and I can see the damaged skin there too. But when she looks up at me though, she gives me the biggest grin.

“I think you’re a masochist, wife.” I murmur.

She lets out a little giggle. “Maybe for you.”

When we pull up to the house, I practically go all caveman, throwing her back over my shoulder, carrying her up the stairstwo at a time, while all the staff who are still awake avert their eyes.

I throw her onto the bed and she bounces onto the mattress, squealing.

“Lose the dress.” I order.

She bites her lip, but she’s pulling it down, slinking it off her body revealing that she’s not wearing a bra.

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