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Oh my God.
Without pausing, he starts to move—driving in and out so savagely it feels like he’s forcing all his scars inside me.
“Do you feel me, Ada?” he rasps. “Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you? No other woman, baby. None. For fourteen years, I lived for you…this moment of being inside you when all the other bullshit goes away.” Pulling out, he flips me onto my front and fills me up again in the space of a heartbeat, my core exploding with heat as my clit pulses in time with his frantic assaults.
He’s pounding me into the mattress now, his big hand wrapped around my throat as he splits me in two. I dig my elbows in and fist the white bed sheet, my teeth tearing through my bottom lip as I stifle another cry.
His fingers tighten and I start to lose focus. There’s not enough air in my lungs.
“This is what they do to us, Ada,” he hisses. “They hold us hostage between life and death.”
“Frankie!”
Fear and pleasure are colliding. My mind and my body are in free-fall, all over again.
“This,” he grunts, between thrusts. “This pussy, this body… Do you know how much I want to fuck you with my gun too, Ada? To see you arch your back and take the weapon that’s going to end this misery? To milk it like you’re about to milk my cock, smearing my bullets in your essence, so when they die it will be by the both of us.”
“Oh god,” I moan, feeling the waves start to build already.
The thought excites him too because he’s fucking me like an animal now. Raw and dirty. Pleasure laced with pain. Fisting my hair and biting my skin.
“Do it,” I whisper.
With a growl, he lets go of my throat, and flips me back over. I see the glint of metal in the pale moonlight before cold steel slides between my legs.
“Take it,” he orders, panting harshly, pushing his gun in another inch, pulling my legs wider apart so he can watch everything. There’s so much hate in his voice, but there’s so much love too.
“More,” I croak, and he works it in even deeper until there’s not a part of my pussy that doesn’t feel cold yet wanted.
When I start to rock my hips, welcoming it like I welcome him, he curses and mimics my actions with his hand. “I could come just from watching this, Ada.”
“Then come,” I urge. “All over me. Inside me.”
With a growl, he rocks back on his heels and takes his cock in his other hand. My fingers trail down through my breasts and over my stomach to seek out my own pleasure—gasping when I feel how stretched and swollen I am down there from the intrusion. Knowing I could come at any second from a single touch.
Gently, I push his hand away, and the weapon slips from my body. At the same time, he starts to work his cock viciously, bringing himself close to my entrance, brushing against my clit on purpose and making me writhe for it.
“Mine, Ada. Forever.” A beat later, the first spurts of his hot cum are coating my lips, the sensation tipping me over the edge, and then I’m burning and gasping along with him. A beat later, he’s driving back inside me, still coming, with a groan so full of anguish I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close as we both shudder and curse our way to the other side.
When we do, reality comes crashing in.
I don’t know why he broke the rules and came here tonight, but I know it can’t be good.
He knows something.
He can’t tell me, so he’s showing me—loving me so hard and so dirty—filling me up with a million sensations before I’m numbed with shock.
“Frankie.”
Dread creeps in when he doesn’t answer. The unthinkable invades my thoughts.
“Tell me.”
In response, he seeks out my mouth again, keeping my face trapped between his hands, as if he knows how close to the truth I’m sailing, and he doesn’t want me to blow away just yet.
When I whisper our son’s name, his grip tightens.
When my tears start to fall, he grinds his forehead into mine to share this agony.
