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He unbuttons my jeans and shoves his hand inside. Finding me wet as hell, he plunges his fingers inside my panties to stroke my soaked folds. “Always so fucking wet for me, baby girl. You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”
“No, fuck no.” I moan, rolling my hips to try and get his fingers where I need them, but he ignores me, stroking along my lips and hole as I groan in frustration.
“Alaric!” I snap, and he chuckles as he pulls his fingers from my tight jeans and sucks them clean.
“Now when I’m killing this man, I’ll do it with the taste of my wife coating my tongue,” he murmurs. “Lean back,” he orders without waiting for a reply.
I do as I’m told, resting my back against the steering wheel as he grabs my jeans, and we work together to get them down enough for him to rip away my panties. “Look how fucking pretty you are, baby girl, all glistening and swollen for me.” He groans, his eyes locked on my cunt. I reach for him, but he pushes me away and unzips his own slacks, pulling out his huge, hard length.
“You’re going to ride my cock fast and hard and come all over it, baby girl. I want to see you take your pleasure and make me yours.”
Oh fuck.
Without waiting for a response, he lifts me and guides me to his cock. Holding my gaze, he leans back with his arms behind his head, making me take over. “Well, wife, if you want your pleasure, then get it,” he demands.
Eyes flaring in anger, I sink onto his cock an inch at a time, having to work myself onto it despite how wet I am. Groaning, I lift up and try to take him all. He watches the entire time, hungry and unhelpful. I use his shoulders as leverage and slam myself down on him.
I take every inch of his incredible cock inside me, making us both cry out. Panting, I realize my eyes have closed, so I force them open and stare into his bright blue ones. His hands claw at the headrest as he watches me, his chest heaving.
“Good girl. Just like that. Take my big fat cock. It’s just for you, baby girl, only ever for you.”
Nodding, I use him as my anchor to ride him fast and hard. Between bouncing and rolling, I do as I am told and take my pleasure. “You feel so good.” I whimper as I lift and drop faster, already reaching for that explosion I know will come.
“You feel better, wife. Fuck! I can feel how close you are. Practically milking my cock dry, aren’t you?” His nostrils flare as my head drops back, and I lose myself in riding him.
I let him watch as I take every inch over and over until, finally, I come apart, falling off that edge with a scream. My pussy clamps around him, making him roar, and then his hands are on me, gripping my hips as he lifts me and impales me back on his length.
“So fucking tight, so fucking wet for me, wife. Fuck, I love watching you come, knowing it’s for me. Only for me,” he snarls, fighting my still clamping pussy as I scream louder. One release rolls into another as his fingers dance across my clit. When I slump, he doesn’t stop. He slams me down on him harder and faster, until he stills and yells his own release, dragging me into another.
I actually black out for a moment, and when I come to, I’m leaning against his rapidly rising and falling chest. He pets my back and hair. “Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises. “Fuck, I love you so much.” I snuggle closer with a sigh, and I’m sure he thinks I don’t hear the next bit. “Can’t fucking lose you, ever.” His arms tighten before he releases me, and I sit back. He won’t meet my eyes as he lifts me off him and tucks his cock away before helping me back into my jeans. Finally, he meets my eyes. His are sad, and I hate that.
“You own me mind, body, and soul,” I tell him as I grip his face. “I need the same. I need to know and own all of you.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he murmurs, but he kisses me anyway before helping me from the car and sliding out after me, transforming once more into a killer.
Not the man I love.
CHAPTER27
Alaric
There was a job waiting for me that I had been considering agreeing to. This is that job. It’s not an easy one, nor is it clean, but if she wants to see the man I am, then I’ll show her. I’ll throw her in at the deep end. This isn’t a clear kill contract. In fact, the target is already inside the warehouse before us, waiting for me and the pain that will come.
The clients want him tortured before he’s killed. They want me to record me ripping him to pieces until he dies of his wounds like an animal. They want him to suffer, and my wife has to watch as I do it.
If she can love me after this, then she can love me through anything.
Either way, when we step out of that warehouse, I’ll know the truth and so will she.
“So, what can I expect?” she asks. “Gun fights, car chases . . .”
“Not this time, wife. This time it’s something much worse.” I refuse to sugarcoat it as we move over to the locked door, which I have the code to. “He was already captured by someone else and dumped here. They want me to extract information and make it hurt before he dies.”
“They—they want you to—” She swallows as I look down at her paling face.
“Torture him.” I arch my brow, giving her one last out before I turn the doorknob. “Still want to go ahead?”
Rolling her lips inwards, she tilts her chin up in defiance with a strength I both love and hate. “Yes,” she says clearly. I had been hoping she would change her mind. Without waiting for anything else, I open the door and step inside, pulling her with me.
