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"I spanked my fucking ass. Have you forgotten who you belong to? You truly need a reminder so badly that you think I can't spank you when you risk everything we've built by keeping secrets?" I bucked my hips underneath him, trying to dislodge his grip on my neck while he settled between my thighs.
"You promised me you would never hurt me," I whispered.
"I also told you I would not tolerate dishonesty, did I not?" he asked. "I told you that you were mine, and I would kill anyone who tried to take you away from me. Yet, you thought it smart to look me in the eye for nearly two weeks and not say a word?"
I glared up at him, wanting nothing more than to smack the furious look on his face until it disappeared. With the masculine, dangerous attractiveness that Ryker wielded like a weapon, seeing him so angry only magnified that. While I hated it and hated him, my body also already betrayed me.
I wanted him, and I wanted to kill him all in the same breath.
The hand not at my throat slid through the valley between my breasts, teasing over the sensitive skin of my stomach and making me twitch with anticipation as he reached the center of me. His fingers barely teased against my flesh there, nothing but a tickle and a promise of what was to come. "I did what I thought was best for our marriage."
"Secrets will never be what is best for our marriage," he grunted, sliding a finger through my lips. The arrogant smirk that stole over his face was even more infuriating than his rage.
And it made me hate myself, because he'd barely touched me aside from manhandling me.
Yet, I was wet for him.
"Fucking soaked for me, like you always are, Sunshine," he smiled, and I jerked my hips to escape his touch.
"Like you don't keep secrets?" I accused, and his face twisted back to fury as he looked down at me.
"You will have my secrets when you can hand
le them, Tesoro. Not a moment before. I truly keep them to protect you, because my past is a place that no wife should ever have to know." His growl morphed into a groan as his finger dipped inside me. The towel around his waist had long since fallen to the floor when he tackled me to the bed, and his cock hung heavy between us. In that moment, no matter how much I wanted it, I saw it for the weapon it could truly be.
When he added a second finger inside me, shifting his weight down my body, I knew exactly how he intended to torment me. "Stop it," I gasped, trying to shove him off. His hand never left my throat, and I cursed just how short I was as his lips found my clit and he kissed it gently.
"I'll stop. When you beg for me to fuck you," he whispered, every syllable making his lips vibrate against me in the worst tease of my life. His fingers slid out of me before pumping back in harshly, finger fucking me harder than he ever had before. He held my eyes as he licked me from entrance to clit and then set to worshiping me in a furious energy.
He was all tongue and teeth. All anger and frustration. All ownership and possession. He brought me right up to the edge and then refused to send me spiraling over. He gave, but never enough. "Ryker!" I growled, hating his manipulations.
But I knew how the game was played, I knew he would keep going until I gave him what he wanted. Ryker was too determined to do anything less.
"Please," I begged, determined to end the suffering as quickly as possible.
I hated him, but I loved him.
I expected him to make me come. I'd given him what he wanted, but his mood was demanding as he rose from between my legs, pushed my legs wide, and shoved inside me harshly. I cried out with the intrusion, with the pain that came inevitably with taking him inside me. It had been too long since we'd had sex for his rough handling, but my body didn't care as it clutched at him and tried to take him deeper. I shoved at his chest, one thought persisting through my haze of need. "Condom," I reminded him.
"We no longer have condoms, Calla." He stressed the words with a thrust that sent him pounding through me. "I threw them out."
"What do you mean you threw them out?" I whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes. "We agreed!"
He pounded through my resistance and sensitive tissue, building my orgasm even higher despite my objection to his lack of protection. "I told you I hoped you were prepared to deal with the alternative, Sunshine. Did you think I would just accept your refusal and roll over like a puppy dog?" he asked, and his eyes went positively wolfish as he glared down at me. "You won't let me adopt our children officially, then we will have one of our own to bind us all together permanently."
"Stop it," I scolded him, but the words fizzled out on a moan as he worked himself in and out of me in furious strokes. He deftly avoided the spot inside me that would send me spiraling over the edge. "Children shouldn't be used like that—"
"I want us to have a child, you want a third child," he said, and I glared at him for his small reminder of just how thoroughly he'd stalked me. "I want it now," he growled, shoving deep. "And you will give me that."
His hips shifted, his body distracting me as he finally found that spot inside me and made gentle, teasing prods to it. It still wasn't enough to give me my orgasm, still made it hover just beyond my reach. "Please," I pleaded, and even I didn't know if I was begging for him to make me come or to reconsider his determination to get me pregnant.
"Tell me you love me, and I'll let you come," he grunted, slipping a teasing finger to my clit so he could torment me further.
"Fuck you," I hissed, but I moaned and writhed underneath him. Seeking just that little bit more.
"I already know it's true. You already know it's true. Just admit it, and we can move on from this madness," he said, circling that finger over me until I whimpered.
"Ryker," I whimpered, and his eyes held mine.
