Page 122 of Playing Dirty

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cry, arching my back.

“That’s it, moan for me.” He

Archer bites my collarbone hard. “I’m going to fill you to the brim with my cum, baby.” He pounds into me even harder than I believed possible and wraps his hands around my throat, blocking my airways. “Mark you with my scent.”

I come apart so hard I see stars in my vision. “Archer!” I scream his name, unable to form any other words or thoughts as my world shatters.

“Fuck, your pussy is strangling my cock.” He thrusts three more times and then comes apart.

I feel him shooting his cum deep inside of me, filling me to the brim. His cock twitching deep within me. It prolongs my pleasure as I continue to shake beneath him, knowing that this connection we share is deep and unbreakable in that moment.

His breathing is labored as he rests on me, head buried against my neck. For a long while, he doesn’t move or speak, and I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.

I poke him, as he’s getting a little heavy. “Archer.”

“Yes, baby?”

“You are crushing me.”

“Shit.” He rolls off of me, pulling his semi-hard cock out of me as he goes. “Sorry. I just never wanted to leave.”

I shuffle closer to him and press my head against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heartbeat. “I didn’t think it would go like this.” I glance up at him, pain clawing at my chest. “I thought we’d get away without any drama.”

“I hoped that, but we couldn’t have anticipated the tracker in your necklace.” He frowns. “It’s like he tagged you.”

“As if I’m his property?”

Archer nods.

“I think he felt that way. That I was an asset to be sold to the highest bidder when the time was right.”

He sighs and pulls me closer. “Well, I think I won, don’t you?”

I nestle closer. “Yes, because I’m your property now.”

“Forever, baby girl.” He kisses the top of my head, and we fall into contemplative silence.

It’s hard to feel anything much with the shock of what just occurred, and yet I feel how much I love him. That is a constant that can’t be changed.

36

EPILOGUE

ADRIANNA

Archer holds my hand as we pad barefoot through the sand, the sun just setting beyond the horizon and casting a warm, orange glow over the beach.

Natalya’s wedding was beautiful. And even though I still can’t believe she’s married the man that tormented her for years, I’m happy that she is happy.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask, stopping to watch as the sun dips slowly lower.

Archer smiles at me. “Shall we sit down and watch?”

I nod in response. “Sounds good.” I sit down in the sand and he sits behind me, placing his legs on either side of my thighs and his arms around my waist. “This is nice,” he murmurs into my ear.

I lean back into him. “It is.”

“Did you enjoy the wedding?” He asks.

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