The door to the back deck slides open and King’s voice comes from behind me. “We need to go, brother.”
As he walks away, Tatum’s eyes hold mine, the lust in them undeniable. “Bring your fury with you tonight.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice. What my wife wants in the bedroom, she always gets.
Tatum’s POV
8:30 p.m.
The soundof Nitro’s bike pulling into our driveway causes a rush of desire to flood my veins. Hell, that need for him has been a living, breathing thing in my veins all day.
I leave the bedroom and make my way down the hallway towards him, sucking in a breath when I lay eyes on him.
He’s brought his fury.
And a whole lot of lust.
Nitro is a powerhouse of muscle. He always has been, but the last few years have seen even more muscle packed onto his body. My man is solid power and strength, and as he walks my way with that determined look in his eyes that always means I’m in for the best sex, I thank the universe for giving him to me. Not just because he knows all the ways I like to be fucked, but because he loves with every fibre in his being.
When his gaze drops to the black lacy cami top I chose for tonight, the appreciation that fills his face chases another rush of need for him through my entire body. Nitro knows exactly why I selected this cami, and I can read every thought now filling his mind. This top, with all its straps and buttons, was made for a man who likes to take his time removing his woman’s clothes with a knife.
He slows his approach, but only for a moment. Then, he’s got me over his shoulder as he strides into our bedroom and drops me on the bed.
The anticipation and thrill I feel is the same that I always feel whenever I know he’s going to use his knife. Over the years, I’ve come to love it as much as he does.
Nothing makes me submit to Nitro like his blade. And if anyone had suggested years ago that I would want to submit to my husband, I would have laughed in their face. But here we are, and my submission guarantees multiple orgasms unlike any I had before I learned the art of this.
“You brought your fury,” I whisper as he moves on top of me, nudging my legs wide with his knee.
He keeps his eyes firmly on mine while reaching down to his boot for his knife. “That’s what you asked for.” His voice is rough. Turned on. So fucking turned on.
The silver glint of the blade as he presses the tip of it to my chest makes me still. The fear that always lives inside me during our knife play roars to life and I lose myself in it. Nitro has all the control here and I trust him completely, but playing on the edge like this always has danger attached. One wrong move from me, and I could be in a world of pain. Drawing blood isn’t the goal for us, but it’s always a possibility.
And that’s where the thrill lives.
The possibility.
The danger.
The unpredictability.
I want every second of this with Nitro.
“Show me,” I beg as he runs the knife tip along the skin at the edge of my lacy top, over my breasts and in between each of the three tiny straps that run from the shoulder straps down to the centre of my cleavage.
The determined expression he’s wearing intensifies. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
I hold my breath when he lightly drags the sharp edge of the knife over my breast. “I want you to forget you’re my husband. Forget you care about me. Forget that gentle even exists.”
He hisses his disapproval. Nitro doesn’t love it when I request this. He might bring his fury to our bedroom, but that doesn’t mean he ever forgets I’m the woman he loves. I sometimes want rough-as-fuck sex with him, and when I ask him for that, I know he struggles.
I go against all my rules for when he has a knife to my skin, and I reach for him. Absolute stillness is best to ensure no blood is drawn, but a week without him means I’m desperate to touch him. “When I told you I want your fury, I meant I want all of it. I want you to lose yourself in me so I can lose myself completely in you.”
I see the battle he wages.
Asking him to do this is asking him to connect with a part of himself he doesn’t tend to share with me. The darker side he reserves for the club work he does. But tonight, I want all of him. Ineedall of him.
He slices one of the straps at my cleavage. Then, another. And another.
