Page 38 of Fallen Dane

He unbuckles his belt, and the sound makes my pussy clench despite how sore I am.

“I’m going to fuck you now because you’re mine.” His voice is rough with barely controlled anger. “Because no matter what you’ve done, this pussy belongs to me. Not Harrison. Not anyone else. Me. And you need to remember that.”

He pulls the ropes loose and picks me up from the chair. I wrap my legs around him, and he crosses the room until my back is pressed against the wall.

Dane fumbles with his zipper. He lifts me up and then his dick is inside me in one brutal thrust, fucking me into the wall.

I wrap my arms as tight as I can around him and bury my face in his neck. My pussy is still too sensitive. But I know he doesn’t care. And honestly, neither do I. I just fucking need him.

He sets a relentless rhythm, rattling the pictures on the wall. There’s no tenderness here.

“This pussy belongs to me. Nothing is going to fucking change that.”

“Yes.” I can barely form words. “I’ve always been yours, Dane.”

“I’m going to make you tell me.” His grip on my hips tightens as he moves my body to meet his thrusts. “You’re going to tell me everything, and then I’m going to handle whatever this shit is.”

“I can’t. I can’t, Dane. Please—”

He pounds into me faster, harder, using me without mercy. The pain mixes with a hint of pleasure, but I know he won’t allow me to come.

Then, his entire body tenses when he thrusts deep and holds himself there. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his cum.

We remain tangled together with him pressing me against the wall. I hold on to him, willing him to believe that I don’t want to lose him. That he’s all I ever wanted and needed. I just have to get this bullshit with Harrison behind us.

“Dane?” I whisper against his neck.

“Not now, Whitney. I’m done talking about this for tonight. But tomorrow you’re telling me what the fuck is going on. That’s not a request.”

I expect him to drop me on the floor or toss me on his desk and walk away. But he holds me tighter and carries me from his office.

I don’t know what to fucking do. So I just cry into my husband’s neck.

I have to tell him tomorrow. Or I’m going to run. These are my only choices now, and both of them end with me losing everything I’ve ever wanted.

Dane will send every Talon under his control to drag me back. I can never get away from him. And I don’t even want to.

He carries me upstairs to our bedroom and sets me on the bed. I expect him to leave. Instead, he goes into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth.

He cleans me gently, wiping my thighs and between my legs. The tenderness is worse than any punishment. It cracks something open inside me that I’ve been trying to keep locked down.

“Dane—”

“Unless it’s finally the truth, I don’t want to hear anything else from you.”

He won’t look me in the eye, no matter how long I stare at him.

That breaks me completely. I don’t fight my tears but force myself to cry silently.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and stares at the screen for a minute. I didn’t think he could be more annoyed with me, but I must be wrong based on how his expression shifts. He pockets his phone again.

“Why are you keeping Harrison’s secrets? I know Gerald didn’t die from some fucking car accident.”

“What?”

“Are you going to pretend you didn’t know? Because I do. My sons found the doctor who was paid to change the report. I’m not known as an ignorant man, and I don’t believe in coincidences.”

“Dane . . . please.” The words come out in sobs.