Page 39 of King of Wrath


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“Gabriel. Yes. Fuck me! Harder.”

Most women didn’t understand what that meant, but as I fucked her long and hard, I gathered she had a better understanding.

When I slowed down, she panted, her eyes dilated.

I wasn’t finished with her yet. I would claim her ass tonight.

The second I removed my cock, she half laughed, allowing her gaze to travel down my chest. Then she took a single finger, tracing it around one of my tattoos.

Somehow, she sensed I would take her again, not fighting me when I yanked her around to face the wall. As I leaned in, she shifted her head, glancing over her shoulder.

“Now, I fuck you in the ass.”

I wasn’t a patient man, and she would soon learn how true the statement was. I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole and took a deep breath before slowly easing it inside.

“Oh,” she moaned, taking gasping breaths.

Goddamn, she was so tight. I could swear she was an anal virgin. The thought ripped through me like another wildfire. I was mad with the thought of being the only one to take her in her darkest hole.

When I fisted her hair, yanking her neck at an awkward angle, she whimpered. “No man has ever fucked you in the ass. Tell me the truth.”

“No. Never.”

It was as if the sun had lit up the night sky. I was elated, keeping one hand wrapped around her hair, the other clamping around her hip, pulling her away from the wall. This was where I could finally have relief. Beads of sweat dripped off my face onto her back, my vision muddied.

All I could think about was fucking her, making her mine.

She wiggled in my hold as I fucked her, my balls now aching so badly I could barely see straight. I thrust harder, the force I used driving her into the wall.

“You will never fuck another man. Only me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I cracked my hand against her bottom. “Yes?”

“Yes. Sir.” There was more defiance in her tone.

“You are mine. Never forget that,” I huffed, trying to hold on for a few seconds longer. “If anyone dares to touch you, they will die.” I meant what I’d said. She said nothing, still panting as I became more savage.

When I was ready to release, I threw my head back and roared, filling her with my seed.

That’s the moment I knew that Sarah Washington hadn’t just become my weakness.

She’d become the weapon that would be used to try to destroy me.

* * *

Three days later

The Brotherhood.

I’d heard enough from Luciano regarding the initiation and vote that I knew what to expect. However, I didn’t completely understand why the group of brutal men had been formed in the first place. I’d heard a few stories, but my brother had been tight lipped, a requirement of the rules they’d put into place.

As luck would have it, it had been my brother’s turn to host the quarterly meeting. I chose Club Rio. I’d taken over Luciano’s office, preferring the space on the tenth floor to that of the corporate office building housing the headquarters. The dark woods soothed me.

I’d also learned quickly that it was vital to keep a presence inside the club. With every turnover of management, there were always some employees willing to take advantage of the chaos. I refused to allow that to happen. Luciano had rarely stepped foot inside, spending most of his time in meetings, but when he had, morale had dropped.

I didn’t mind that the employees were terrified of me. For now, that could work in my favor. I’d gone through the books, noticing some discrepancies and that would be first on my agenda after securing Sarah. Whether or not Demarco was responsible remained to be seen, although he had zero access to computer files.

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