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God, that thought is a lot.
It would solve the problem of the men trusting our relationship. I know half the men think he’s a mole placed here by the Retribution Kings, and the other half think he’s incompetent and hasn’t earned it yet.
A baby would change things.
His tongue licks over his bottom lip as he stares at me in my ratty clothes and bare face. I didn’t bother putting on makeup or real clothes, preferring to be comfy. But I wish I had made more of an effort. Because if he’s looking at me like this in these clothes, I’m dying to know how he’d look at me in something sexier.
“Gladly, my wife. I’ll fuck you however you want. In any position you want. Perhaps one of those fantasies you wrote down in your journal?” I can see the excitement and lust in his eyes at the thought of acting out one of my fantasies.
My cheeks heat, and my hands tremble, but I’m not ready. Not ready to give in to my feelings completely. And I’m too embarrassed to articulate any of them.
“No,” I say, unable to say more.
He nods, but there is no disappointment on his face. In fact, I think I see his face light up even more with lust as he stares at me.
I bite my lip, not sure what’s going to happen now.Is he still going to fuck me?
He takes a step forward, and I gulp, anticipating what’s going to happen next. But when it comes to Lennox, I’m clueless.
He holds out his hand to me, and I hesitantly take it, prepared to be tied up, to be spanked, to be degraded. I want him to do that. I want dangerous, unpredictable, passionate sex. I want to try everything imaginable with him. Everything I never dreamed about with Kit.
But—Lennox doesn’t say a word. He just leads me upstairs to the bed loft, and then he lets go of my hand.
I’m standing at the foot of the bed, watching Lennox closely. He moves like he isn’t injured. If he feels the pain, he doesn’t react to it. And he punched Andrea with the same arm that took a bullet a week ago. He either has no nerve endings, or he’s found a way to block out the pain. He’s not fully healed if the others are anything to go by.
He pulls off his shirt, his muscles rippling. The bandage over his right shoulder, proving my point, is blood-soaked.
He stares at me, and my eyes are quickly drawn south as he undoes his jeans and pushes them and his briefs down in one movement.
My eyes widen, and a smile spreads over my face at the sight of him. He’s so beautiful, with his tattoos covering almost every inch of him. His skin glued over his bulging muscles. And that dark glare that’s meant to intimidate, but it just makes me want him more.
It’s almost enough to get me to articulate my wicked desires out loud, but he beats me to it. He falls back on the bed.
“Ride me, wife. Show me how much you like my cock.”
I nod.
And then I rip off my sweatshirt, exposing my breasts to him.
His jaw twitches at the sight, but he doesn’t move. He’s patient.
I’m not.
My leggings and thong go next, and then I’m racing up the bed, fumbling over his legs as I come face-to-face with the head of his cock.
“Lick it, wife,” he growls.
“No.”
He frowns, but before he can get a snarky command off, I have his cock down my throat.
He gasps.
And now I’m the one smirking around his cock as I suck him deeper and deeper down my throat until I can’t take him any further.
He groans every time my lips slide up and down his cock, but I refuse to lick him. I refuse to let him feel the wetness of my tongue, and I know it’s driving him mad.
He fists my hair, yanking me off suddenly. “You’re going to pay for that, my dear wife. Soon you’re going to beg for me to fulfill those fantasies of yours. And when you do, I’ll enjoy punishing you for every disobedient action you do now.”
