Page 66 of Bed of Thorns

He shifted his hand between my legs, cupping my lace-covered mound, pushing his fingers through the light material in order to touch my swollen folds. I was wet, my pussy aching to have his cock deep inside.

Everything he did was powerful, refusing to take no for an answer. Within seconds, he wrapped his fingers around my panties, ripping them away with enough force I was tossed against him. A single moan escaped my mouth, my heart racing. This wasn’t about making love. This was about a man taking what he believed belonged to him.

His forever.

His against all odds.

His…

Edmond tossed his head back as he unfastened his belt, jerking his button and zipper, refusing to waste any time. There was more than just extreme passion about his actions. There was also an embroiled need that held him as if he was a prisoner. He growled several times until he freed his cock, wasting no time before he kneed my legs apart, driving the entire length of his shaft deep inside.

I was thrown by his rough actions, the desperation that soared through him, as if he could never stop himself, no matter the consequences. The instant pleasure was intoxicating, the feel of his shaft expanding, stretching my muscles driving me almost immediately toward an orgasm. I was lost in the moment, forgetting about everything else. I dug my fingers in his arms, gasping for air as he fucked me savagely, my eyes closed from fear of looking into his intense glare.

He was unforgiving, reeking of passion and danger, his eyes dilated as he stared at me. I remained mesmerized, laboring to catch my breath. The moment left me breathless, my muscles twitching as I threw my legs around him. Every hard drive was brutal, driving me into the counter, but there was no stopping the man or his need to fill me with his seed.

As a raging orgasm swept through me, I threw my head back, allowing a ragged scream to erupt from my lips. I was pushed into a beautiful moment of euphoria, the ecstasy spectacular. His body was shaking, and I could tell he was close to coming. I squeezed my muscles, pulling him deeper inside, the sweet release we both shared intoxicating.

He filled me with his seed as he’d done countless times before, but this time the sense of our coupling was all about possession and fear.

The past would never be forgotten, just a demon waiting in the darkness, prepared to strike when we least expected it.

And then we would lose the beautiful rapture we shared.

As well as our very souls.

When he pulled me away, he tossed me over the edge of the counter, forcing me to push my hands against it. “What are you doing?” I managed, my breathing still heavy.

“Giving you a reminder never to seek danger. Never.” I heard him fumbling in one of the drawers. My God. He was looking for something to spank me with. Even though I tried to see, I couldn’t tell what he’d retrieved.

Then I felt it, the burst of pain as he brought down something wooden across my buttocks. I was still in shock from the entire experience, basking in the glory of our passion yet frozen from his words, the damning look in his eyes. He was terrified of becoming his father.

As he held out the wooden spoon, I shuddered from the realization that the demons were only lying in wait, preparing to drag him further into the darkness, a hell he’d never survive. Tears formed, the salty beads burning my eyes. As they fell drop after drop to the counter, my heart continued to ache for him. For us.

He spanked me long and hard, covering almost every inch of my bottom. Heat rushed down the back of my legs, exploding in my face. My vision was foggy, my mind still wrapped around his reaction, although I knew he was right to be concerned. We’d fallen into a dark abyss that threatened both of us and we had no idea why.

The pain was intense but I bit my tongue, realizing that he’d been right. I should have known better. I should have…

He tossed the spoon aside, folding his body over mine and intertwining our fingers. As he nuzzled into my neck, I finally took a full breath.

“I love you, Mercedes. You are my everything.”

Everything.

The word held more meaning than anyone could ever understand. I wasn’t just the love of his life, the being who’d allowed his heart to continue beating.

I’d become his obsession.

CHAPTER15

Edmond

Fury.

How many times had the feeling squeezed against me, shoving against my heart, the ache so intense I couldn’t breathe? I felt exactly the same way at this point, shaking from the rage building inside.

The fact our home had been invaded, some asshole watching Mercedes like she was a specimen and nothing more pushed buttons that I could no longer control. My gut told me the person responsible.

Carl.

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