Page 81 of Brutal Knight

I knew it was a long shot even then. Willow had suffered so much that I knew there was a chance she might break. Worse, I knew there was a chance she could run away and get caught by one of the syndicate’s power-hungry men.

There were so many nights when all I saw when I closed my eyes was her body turning up somewhere, left behind as a message that her power had been taken. That she was useless to them now.

After the near miss of her overdose, that reality had seemed so much closer. But Willow had faced everything head-on, and just when I thought it would all fall apart, she brought herself back from the edge. It wasn’t just me keeping her locked in a room anymore. It was Willow working to get herself clean, to fight off her demons.

Even if our marriage had never happened, I would have always been proud of what she did to come back from the edge of disaster.

But now, it’s more than that. Willow is in control. She’s strong, independent, ready to take her place as a queen in the mafia world. She has the power she married into and even if it cost her immeasurable pain, she’s taking it for herself now. No excuses, no fear.

Willow has always been beautiful to me. Now, she’s everything. She’s the woman that fought with me tooth and nail even when she was powerless. She’s the woman who stood up to the men that watched her be beaten and abused, kicked them out, and took what she needed for herself.

I have to show her just what she means to me.

I don’t give her more than a few seconds to recover from her first orgasm. I can feel her start to relax, her breathing evening out as she presses her hands against the wall in front of her. Just as soon as she seems a little more steady on her feet, I start to move again.

She gasps when I slide out. I know she’s expecting me to stop, but I don’t. I just drive back into her, feeling her shake with every inch. Her hand flies back toward me, pressing against my leg, but she doesn’t push me away.

I know she’s oversensitive. That doesn’t stop me. It only makes me want to push harder, to test how much I can make her feel.

Her hand moves toward her clit, but I yank her wrist back, then pull the other and hold them behind her back. She groans in frustration as I hold them there, keeping my grip secure.

“Tell me,” I say. I punctuate my words with a thrust, listening to Willow moan, her heels rising off the ground.

She’s panting as she tries to answer. “What?”

“If you want someone to take care of your clit, tell me. That’s my job.”

Willow shakes her head against the bricks. I pull out almost all the way, then thrust into her hard. She cries out this time, her legs shaking. She’s trying to widen her stance, trying to let more of me in even as it becomes too much for her.

“Tell me it’s mine,” I growl into her ear. Her hands curl into fists. “Tell me. Whose is this? Who does your ass belong to?”

Willow gasps. I thrust harder, faster. She twists against me, trying to match my pace. I slow almost to a stop and she whines, trying to push back against me.

I hold her hands in place and keep her still with my free hand. Her breathing comes fast and sharp as she tries to control herself, panting as she tries to get the words out.

“It’s yours,” she finally says. Her cheeks turn a gorgeous pink as she turns away, toward the wall. “My ass is yours.”

“I need to see your face,” I growl. Reaching for her chin, I turn her face to the side so that I can devour her expression with my gaze. Her skin is flushed, her eyes wide and glazed with pleasure. “I want to see the truth. Say it again.”

“My ass is yours.”

It sends a thrill down my body and straight to my cock. All I want is to fuck her hard and fast until we both come, but I can’t. Not yet.

I start to move slowly, watching Willow shiver as her eyes close. I finally move my hand down her body to toy with her clit, and she moans the moment I touch her.

I take my time, moving as slowly as I possibly can. When Willow pushes her hips back against me, trying to arch into my touch, I lean down again to whisper in her ear.

“Who does it belong to, huh? Tell me. Let me hear it.”

“It’s yours,” she responds immediately, her words ending in a moan when I slide a finger against her.

“What is?”

“My pussy is yours.”

I start to move faster. Willow curses quietly, almost under her breath. I thrust harder, and she bites her lip. I move my hand up her body and pinch her nipple.

“Tell me you like it. I want to hear you say it.”

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