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I flash my screen at Betty, Poppy long since taken off to play the doting aunty. “I’ll just wear this.”
Betty searches my eyes, her green depths falling in sadness. “Babe, I don’t think you should marry him.”
I pull my phone back and flick through more. “I don’t have a choice. I don’t have the same choices you do.” I tap on another. “This one?”
She doesn’t even look at it. “Fine, but I swear to God if he does any shady shit, I’m killing him.”
Splashing hot water onto my face, I rub in my oils and wipe the condensation from the mirror. The room isn’t as bad as I expected, and Wicked made sure there was a small bed in the room waiting for Wolf. He has been restless tonight, but I figure it has something to do with everything going on, since he wanted to stay downstairs with Wicked until nine.
The bathroom door opens and I turn, leaning against the basin while moving my hair over my shoulder. “Wicked!” I reach for the silky robe that’s hanging over the bathtub, but his hand catches my wrist, stopping me.Shit.
“Open your legs.”
“What!” I snap, shoving myself out of his grip, only it doesn’t work.
He picks me up from beneath my armpits, lifting me onto the basin. His hand comes to my upper thigh and he spreads the other wide. Thank God I’m wearing basic cotton panties, or this would have been a direct show for him. More than it already is.
His thumb grazes over the tattoo over my panty line. “You, fucking what?”
My face scrunches, squeezing my eyes closed. His fingers wrap around my chin, forcing me to open them. “I was young, angry, and in my defense, you traumatized me!”
Silence stretches between us, his eyes searching mine. His mouth curves up in a slow smirk, before he’s removing his leather cut and his white shirt.
“Um… what are you doing?” I shuffle up the basin more to get comfortable.
“Oh.” He unbuckles his belt. “I’m definitely fucking you for that.”
“Ahhh…” My hands go to his chest to push him back, but he grabs my wrists and slams them up against my head, cracking the mirror.
Separating my legs, he hovers a whisper away from me. “You think you can getWicked fucking liestattooed on your skin, above this—” His finger grazes over me and I suck in a breath, my fingers clenching the porcelain basin. “—perfect fucking pussy and I not fuck the stubborn out of it?” His finger slips between my lips and I rest my head back against the glass, arching my back.
“Remember how good this feels, yeah?” He curls his finger inside me and massages gently before turning to my ear and biting my lobe. “Because you’re about to fucking hurt.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, forcing him closer into me. His hand flies up to the broken glass behind my head, and whenhe brings it back down between us, he holds it against my throat. The head of his cock presses against my opening as he groans, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fucking slit this perfect throat of yours over the years.”
My eyes drift closed and my fingers dig into his shoulder blades when he finally forces himself inside of me. His thick cock rubs against my wet walls and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as my legs spasm around him. “Then do it.”
The sharp edges of the glass pinch into my skin as he drives deeper inside of me, falling against my chest and licking up my neck, to my jaw and biting on my ear. “I should fucking ruin you for being with other people.” His warm breath touches my ear and I drive my nails into his lower back. “But I fucked a few too.”
I reach for the glass in his hand, yanking it out of his grip and raising it to his throat now. “I swear to God, Wicked…” My breathing turns heavy as he continues to fuck me harder, forcing my body farther up the sink.
“Do it.” He smirks over my lips, dragging his soft tongue over the swell of my bottom lip. His hips buck forward and he kisses me roughly, my legs tensing around him as my clit rubs against his pelvis. My orgasm rips through me just as the glass cuts into his neck and I drop it to the floor, my forehead dropping onto the new cut, blood dripping down my temple.
He continues to shove inside me harder and I feel myself build up once again, until I’m finally bringing my head up, my eyes colliding with his. Leaning down, he drags his tongue over the cut he made on my throat as I swipe my finger across his and push it between his lips. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he tilts his head back, and I swear to fucking God, it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He brings both hands to the back of my ass and yanks me closer into his body, before picking me up and carrying me near the shower. Grabbing the shower curtain with one hand, whilekeeping his other on my ass to hold me up, he wraps it around my neck and pulls it tight.
My airway is instantly blocked. I suck in a deep, wheezing breath and instead of him being worried, a dark grin spreads over his face. With the blood dripping from his neck and down the side of his lips, he looks like a damn maniac. “Gonna enjoy this. Fucking you exactly how you should be—” He tightens the shower curtain, his hungry groans escaping his mouth. “Fucked. You know how that is, little Ruby Rose?”
I try to take in a deep breath, but the lack of oxygen suffocates me, so I pant.Damn. He is going to seriously fucking kill me.He circles his hips against me and I bite on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning.
His mouth touches mine. “On my dick, at my mercy, and only mine to destroy.” Heat ripples through my stomach and travels to my toes as I feel myself build again. I grind against him, meeting every thrust as he tightens the curtain every now and then, depriving me of air. His lips crash onto mine just as the tension he thrashed into me explodes through the air and my toes curl in, my forehead resting against his. “Mine.”
My head nods against him. “Yours.”
I wake the next morning, stretching my arms wide. I didn’twantto come, but even after last night, which thankfully Wolf slept through, I feel like my windpipes are clear and I can breathe again. Shifting Wicked’s heavy arm off my body and careful not to wake him, I shuffle off the bed and make my way to the windows near Wolf’s bed. The curtains are a basic white, and in the early morning daylight, it actually looks clean. There’s a double bed pushed up against the wall, with the bathroom right beside it. Wolf’s bed is on Wicked’s side, and I peek over to see him snoring, his little mouth parted open. Both of them as bad as each other clearly.
Partially swiping the curtains open, I look directly to the paddock near the shed, where not so long ago bodies were burning. Most of the shed has been burned to ash along with it, no doubt to kill any and all evidence, but it’s the horses in the grass fields that catch my eye. Such a picturesque view, with rich green mountains and fat trees growing naturally. I feel a sense of calm wash over me the longer I’m here.
