Page 126 of Broken By Silence
“Your turn,” she slurs, her hands already fumbling for my belt.
In one swift movement, I have my shirt over my head. She undoes my belt, my button, my zipper, and shoves my jeans and boxers down my hips. My cock springs free, hard and aching. Her small, cool hand wraps around my length, and I groan, my head falling forward.
“Lottie…”
She strokes me once, twice, her thumb smearing the bead of moisture at my tip. The sensation is almost too much. I need to be inside her…Now.
I capture her mouth in a searing kiss as I position myself at her entrance. I push inside, just the head, and we both gasp into each other’s mouths.
“All of you,”she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I need all of you.”
I sink into her in one slow, seamless glide, burying myself to the hilt. The feeling is absolute perfection. She’s so tight, so warm, clenching around me like a fist. I stay there for a moment, completely sheathed, my forehead pressed to hers, just feeling the connection.Home.This is home.
I begin to move. A slow, deep rhythm that has her moaning with every thrust. I slide almost all the way out, teasing us both, before driving back in, hitting a depth that makes her eyes roll back. “Roman,” she moans.
“Husband,” I correct her.
My pace quickens, becoming more urgent. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I lose all control. I’m pistoning into her, chasing my release, driven by her breathless cries. I feel her begin to tighten around me again. “Come with me,” I grit out, my voice strained. “Come for your husband.”
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, and circle it in time with my thrusts. That’s all it takes. Her second orgasm crashes over her, a silent, breathless scream on her lips as her inner muscles clamp down on me like a vice. The intense, rhythmic squeezing pulls my own orgasm from me, a blinding, white-hot surge of pleasure that roars through my veins. I pulse inside her, my own cry muffled against her neck, spilling myself deep inside her.
I collapse on top of her, spent, our hearts hammering against each other. I’m still inside her, and I never want to leave.
After a long moment, I shift my weight to the side, pulling her with me so we’re tangled together on the rumpled sheets. I brush the damp hair from her forehead.
She nuzzles into my neck, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry for crushing me.”
A low laugh rumbles in my chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” I pause, the words feeling more significant than anything. “I love you, wife.”
She tilts her head up, her smile soft and genuine. “I love you, husband.”
Her eyes flutter closed, her breathing evening out. I watch her for a long time, memorizing the curve of her lip, the sweep of her lashes. The peace on her face is something I will guard with my life.
Epilogue
“So you’re married to six men?”
“Five. Six would be far too much,” I chuckle, and Emma returns it. I’ve come to think of her as a somewhat friend for the last three years, and I know that I can tell her anything since Claire and she are actual friends in real life.
“And Lorenzo? The man who raped you, he’s dead?”
“Mmhmm,” I nod. “And Tracey.”
“Sounds like an eventful week. How do you feel?”
I think for a moment before answering, spinning the diamond ring on my finger, then finally look at her. “Relieved, like I can finally move on and be happy. I’m not delusional enough to think that I’ll always be okay. I’ll still have nightmares and setbacks, but I know deep down I’ll always have my five husbands to be there for me when things get tough.”
She studies me for a moment, as if she’s seeing me properly for the first time, and maybe she is. I feel like a weight’s been lifted from me since they died. Shadows that can no longer chase the new me. “You sound certain of this new life you’ve built for yourself,” she says, “It’s refreshing. When I met you, you were mute. You thought silencewas safer than being loud, and now you’re sitting here, smiling, and your eyes… they look lighter. Full of life.”
“I am.” And I am. It’s strange, hearing the words out loud and realizing they’re true. “They’ve seen every version of me,” I continue. “The broken parts, the violent parts, the ones that still wake up screaming, and they stay. Every time.”
“So what now?” Emma asks, a smile on her face.
“Now… we go on our honeymoon. Crew was adamant about going to the Maldives, but I think Oscar strong-armed him into going to somewhere in Greece. Archer, Elijah, and Roman are just excited to get away somewhere warm.”
“Sounds like it’ll be eventful. How is Roman coping with the death of Lorenzo?”
“Honestly? About the same way I feel about Tracey being gone. He’s arranged to take over his father’s contracts, something he never wanted to do, but now that it’s there, he wants to domorewith it. Build an empire of his own, with the other family’s backing.”
