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My legs started to shake, the tightness in my core snapping like a band.

“Rhys!” I came calling for him, digging my nails into his shoulders. Drunk on desire, my body hungry for more, I dragged him back up to me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he intoned, running his hands up my sides, gliding them over my curves. I wrapped my arms around his neck, catching the smug smirk on his face as I brought his mouth down to mine.

That was the last semblance of control he allowed me to have. His kiss was one meant to stake a claim. He tasted of my sex, the arousal on his lips transferring to mine. The head of him rubbed against my slit, pulsing and hot.

He broke away without warning and reached between us to line himself up. Keeping my legs over his shoulders, he pinned me down by the throat, and slammed his cock inside me.

The force of his entry split me in half, the delicious burn causing tears to spring to my eyes. A curse fell from his lips, his grip tightened, breaking off the scream that flew from my mouth.

“Rhys,” I pleaded, needing him to move.

Understanding my request, he obliged without comment, pressing me deeper into the mattress. He fucked me hard, drilling into my pussy with a brutality that had me coming all over his dick within minutes.

He pulled out entirely, removing my legs from his shoulders. Flipped onto my stomach, he grabbed hold of my hips and dragged me backward, positioning me my ass over his thighs, forcing my back to arch. He slipped back inside me with ease, my arousal drenching his cock.

“Damn,” he groaned. Taking hold of my hair, he wrapped it around his fist, and began to thrust with renewed vigor, hitting a spot deeper inside me as he rode my body.

My fingers twisted in the duvet beneath us, sweat gathered on my nape. Moans erupted from me uncontrollably. His lips came to the side of my neck, biting down hard enough that I squealed.

He suckled the sting away, breathing softly in my ear, “Come for me.”

As if waiting for his command, my muscles locked as another orgasm spread through me like an inferno. Pleasure pervaded from my head to my toes.

I was just barely aware of his cock jerking as my pussy contracted around it, milking him dry. He waited like a gentleman until I had a spick of bearings again before pulling out, leaving me sore and full of his come.

Keeping his hold on my hair, he used it to control my pile of boneless limbs. I ignored the sting at my scalp as he turned me around, accepting his carnal kiss.

He tugged my head back after a minute and forced me down to where his cock still jutted away from his body. It was covered in my come and juices, the barbell glistening.

“Clean it off,” he commanded, his voice gritty.

I licked my lips, staring into his eyes as I sucked him into my mouth.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

RHYS

I watched her sleep like I had many times before, toying with a strand of her silky brown hair. She was beautiful all the time, but when she was sleeping, all her defenses down and without worry, there weren’t enough words. She had this this same carefree spirit when I was inside her, wanting nothing but to come.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t fuck our way through life or this situation. Besides, the night before had left my dick chafed and two-toned. I wouldn’t be any good in that department for at least twelve hours.

Rising from my crouching position beside the bed, I placed a kiss on her cheek, and left her sleeping.

In the hall, the sound of laughter, and the television carried from downstairs. I pulled my cell out and checked my notifications as I walked. I had a shit load of things to handle now that I was home--paperwork, securing the next set of jobs for us to do.

I saved the text from Mr. Thanatos for last, opening it on my way down the steps.

J: 48

J: The best I can do.

Forty-eight hours? He was full of shit. He could do much better, he was simply impatient. I pocketed the phone and headed for the kitchen.

“Morning,” Angel greeted when I walked in, her attention trained on the pancakes in front of her.

Evie sat at the island, her signature mug in her hands. Tripp was beside her with the morning paper. There was only one person missing, but at least he fucking lived here.

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