The Wrong Wife (Morally Grey Billionaires #5)(86)

And I’m not going to back down. I’m not going to let myself feel bad for blurting out those three words. And I’m not going to take it back. It’s what I am. I say what’s on my mind, and if he doesn’t like it, too bad. If it scares him, good. I push up my hips and meet him thrust for thrust. Open myself up and receive him. He picks up his pace, and slams into me with such force, the bed creaks. His balls continue to slap against my clit. Goosebumps flare on my skin, and I know I’m close.

And that’s when he wraps his fingers around my throat. He bends over me, so his massive chest pushes into my back. "You love me, huh?"

I manage to nod.

"Let’s see how much you love me after this."

He squeezes, and the oxygen supply to my lungs begins to diminish. My nipples harden into peaks of hurt and desire as I strain to draw a breath again and fail. And still, he continues to fuck me. His body has transmogrified into a weapon with which he’s intent on making me pay for what I said. I start to feel lightheaded, then flashes of dark dance in front of me. The black deepens and, unable to hold myself up, I begin to slump. Then gasp as he releases his hold on my throat. The oxygen fills my lungs, and that’s when he reaches around and pinches my clit as he slams into me one last time.

"Shatter for me," he growls in my ear. And I scream as I come. The orgasm seems to go on and on, and he continues to fuck me through it. When I begin to slump again, he props me up with a firm grip on my hip. He reaches up, pinches my nipple, and my pussy clamps down on his cock again. He rubs on my clit, and the sensations that slice through me are like electric shocks. His dick seems to thicken inside of me as he licks up the side of my cheek. "You’re going to come for me again." His voice is so cold, so distant, I shiver, then shake my head.

"Is that a no?" he says in a low, hard voice, and instantly, I’m turned on again. Moisture gathers in my core, my scalp tingles, and every pore in my body seems to pop. I know then, my body is simply an instrument for him to play. To draw the kind of music from it that I wouldn’t have thought possible. Soaring notes, operatic highs and the kind of lows I may never recover from.

"Is it, Little Dove?" he asks again.

I shake my head this time.

"Such a good girl. Your cunt was made to be destroyed by me."

I flush, and my heart swells in my chest as a sob wells up. That’s when he slows down. He pulls out, then sinks his cock inside of me inch by inch, so I can feel every throbbing ridge of his shaft. He does so again and again. I feel his heartbeat pick up, his body shudder, then he whispers, "Come for me, sweet girl."

That tenderness, that softness I’ve never heard in his tone is all it takes. This time, the climax ripples through me like rain washing away the dirt of a long, hard summer. I slide over the edge, then cry out when he buries his teeth at the curve of my shoulder. My pussy squeezes his dick, milking him, and I feel him shoot his release inside me. As my eyes flutter down, the last thing I sense is his big body slumping down with me. When I wake, it’s to find I’m on my back, and he’s leaning over me, a bleak look in his eyes.





51





Knight





"I can’t love you. It’s not in me to love you." I begin to straighten, but she throws her arms about my shoulders and pulls me in. "I don’t believe you, Sir."

My heart stutters. She called me Sir. So, she hasn’t completely turned her back on me, yet.

"What happened to me when I was captured changed me. I’m not the man I was. I can’t feel. Can’t behave like other men do. I can’t return to everyday life and set up a home with a wife and kids. Those things are not for me."

"So, tell me what happened to you."

"You don’t know what you’re asking for."

She cups my cheek, and her touch slices through every single barrier I’ve erected since the day I was buried alive. The day I was made to feel like it was the end of the road for me. Like I was losing the very core of what I was. The day I lost my mind. The day I almost gave up hope of making it out of there alive. The day Adam came for me.

"And you’re making excuses. You’re running from your fears, Sir, like you’re running from the truth."

"Which is?"

"That whatever you do to me, I cannot stop loving you. No more than I can stop breathing or living. The day I saw you swagger in to meet Abby before you shipped out on your mission? That's the day I knew you were it for me.

"Swagger ,huh?" Despite telling myself it doesn’t mean anything, I’m male enough to be pleased she used that adjective for me.

"Is that all you heard?" she scoffs.

"I also heard that you saw the person I was before I was broken."

"And I can make you whole"—she looks between my eyes—"if you'll let me."

I chuckle, and the sound is brittle. "So, you’re the woman who’s going to fill the wound I carry around, hmm? The one who’s going to tame the bad boy, the one who’s going to redeem me and—"

"Show you what it is to live again."

"And what if I don’t want that? What if I prefer to stay in the darkness?"

"Then you’re not the Sir I dream about—the man who’s larger-than-life. The bosshole who can reduce an entire meeting room to their very basic fears. The brother who loves his sister enough to come to a party she’s thrown in his honor, even though you hated every moment you were there."