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“You still want a baby?”
I answered automatically, my brain on autopilot. Lost in the post-orgasm daze and confused by his actions. “Yes.”
“This is how that happens. Has it been so long you’ve forgotten?” The head of his cock bumped my hypersensitive clit, sending a shock through me. My skull hit the door with an audible sound as I moaned. “I’ll remind you.”
Wait, I couldn’t do this. Vander was a monster. I couldn’t allow myself to feel this way about him. To feel like he might actually care because he didn’t. I knew he didn’t.
I opened my mouth to protest, but his captured mine. His tongue plunged inside, touching every corner. As if he didn’t want to miss tasting any part of me. Instinctively, I moved with him. It was like his touch was an electric shock. Shutting down my brain as it awoke my body.
My fingers gripped his shoulders. My tongue tangled with his. My hips rocked along his thick cock.
He took it as the invitation my body clearly intended it to be. Vander yanked my thighs wider, shoved my panties aside, and slammed inside of me in one deep, brutal thrust.
I ripped my mouth from his, throwing my head back in pleasure. I waited to feel the rough wood. Maybe it would snap me out of this trance. But at the last second, Vander’s hand came up, cradling my skull. Keeping me safe.
“Oh my god,” I screamed at his harsh invasion. It was too much. And somehow perfect at the same time. He split open. I felt utterly consumed. Completed.
“No, Grace. Say my name.” He pulled out and slammed back in again. My nails pierced his jacket as I tried to hold on. It no longer mattered if I wanted this. It was happening, and I might as well get pleasure from it. “Tell everyone whose cock you’re taking right now.”
“Vander!” My inner walls gripped him. I let my thoughts leave me. I let myself feel him. Listen to him. Submit to him. Like the wife I’d been trained to be. Beaten down and molded into.
“That’s right.” He buried his face in my neck as he continued to fuck me roughly against the wall. “Damn.”
His groan of appreciation had a thrill racing through me, mixing with my pleasure until it grew. My back slid up the door with each brutal snap of his hips. I felt the head of his cock drag against my walls as my body clamped down, trying to keep him inside. Felt each deep thrust. I could feel him everywhere.
My breasts were smashed into his chest, giving my nipples the pressure they needed. I crossed my ankles at his low back as he held me tighter. Closer, like he wanted to absorb me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He mumbled into my skin as he nipped, kissed, and licked my neck. My cheek. My lips. Anywhere he could reach. “Years. I dreamed for…years. So much better than I imagined. Fucking perfect. Finally. Mine.”
I couldn’t understand what he was saying. It was too quick, like he was talking to himself instead of me. His hand left my head, snaking between our bodies as he held me up with one arm. I marveled at how strong he was before he pressed into my clit then all thoughts scattered. His fingers dug into my ass as he pumped in and out of me. I squeezed my legs around him as I felt the tension building again.
My toes and fingers tingled as my core clenched. My head fell back on the door as I moaned. Fire was consuming me. I was lost to it. I was a part of it. Destroyed by it. My body locked down.
“I’m going to come!”
“I feel it, Sunflower. Come for me. Scream for me.” His thrusts increased in intensity, hitting a spot inside me I didn’t know existed. It sent sparks through my blood. My vision grayed as he hit it over and over again. “Let those bastards know who you belong to. Me!”
Oh my god! They could hear us! I was sure of it. Everyone could hear Vander fucking me.
I should feel embarrassed. Ashamed. Instead, I was turned on. Knowing that they could hear how thoroughly I was being ravished. How good it felt. It made my body heat as the orgasm burst under my skin. Something was wrong with me, but I didn’t care. I screamed his name.
“That’s my girl.” He growled. My pussy clamped down on him at his praise.
Euphoria overtook me as he rode out my orgasm. Pumping in and out and rubbing my clit until my tremors subsided. Just as I came down, he buried himself deep inside me and cursed into his own release, turning his face into my neck again.
It was wrong, but I squeezed tighter. Taking what I needed to have a baby. Wanting every drop of his cum.
No! Not his. The thought ripped me from my pleasure. Sobered me. Filled my burning veins with ice.
9
Grace
“Get off me!” I shoved and pushed on Vander’s shoulders. I grunted as I tried to move him, but it was like hitting a wall. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, or I risked falling.
His head shot up. His brows furrowed as his eyes skimmed my face. I felt his hands stroking my skin. Suddenly, it didn’t feel good. It felt like a burn. A brand.
“Calm down, Grace.” He tried to soothe as he placed my feet back on the ground.
