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“Montana,” I whimpered, rubbing my face against his rough jaw like a cat. He felt me tremble and bit my neck right beneath my jaw.
I moaned deeply and said the only thing I could, “I’m sorry.”
“You will be by the time I’m done with you.”
I shivered as he suddenly slid out of me, rising off my body. He told me to get on my knees as his hands were on my hips, pulling me up.
I looked back at him over my shoulder. He was glaring down at me. He rubbed his hands up over the back of my thighs, over my ass, my back and shoulders. His hands were rough, gripping tight onto my body. He was on his knees behind me, his dick lying in the crack of my ass as I rubbed my butt against him. He groaned, and I reached up and pulled his head down to kiss his mouth.
His hands slid around my waist, one hand sliding down between my thighs, sliding over my parted, wet pussy lips as he stroked my clit hard and slow.
I groaned into his mouth as I tried to suck gently on his tongue.
His other hand slid up my body, gripping my breast as he ground his dick into the crack of my round ass. His hand moved even farther up and wrapped around the front of my throat. I moaned into his mouth as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His hands were holding me tight against him.
I pulled back just enough to break the kiss and before he could do or say anything, I said what I should have said so many years ago, “I love you, Montana. I never stopped.”
He took my mouth in a crushing kiss, devouring me.
I felt his body dip down as his hand on my throat pulled me up, raising me higher on my knees. His dick dragged along the crack of my ass. Then I felt him press closer. He slid his hard, thick dick up my slit, looking for my entrance. He pushed up, still holding me tight as I felt his dick slide slowly into my cunt.
I moaned softly, gripping his forearm as he gently fed me another inch of his dick.
He moved his hand around to the front of my pussy as he simultaneously used his hand on my pussy to lift me up and back onto his dick while he thrust forward. He raised me up, spearing me on his dick, my legs straddling his thighs. Held against him by his powerful arms, one hand fingering my clit, the other still at my throat, his thighs beneath me, as his thick cock slowly thrust up into me.
This was the man I loved.
This was the man who owned me, heart and soul.
This was the man I would do anything for.
Completely possessed by him as he tenderly showed me a side of him I lovingly desired but hardly ever saw. The man who captured my heart and made me fall in love with him. My pussy clamped down hard on his dick, milking it over and over as I threw my head back on his shoulder. Gripping his forearm, my nails dug into his skin while he pumped in and out of me, enjoying having total control of my body.
“You’re mine. Forever,” he moaned, picking up the pace as I whimpered and moaned. His grip tightened, almost cutting off my air.
“I love you,” I whispered, over and over as he lost himself in my body. His finger pinched my clit hard, causing all my pent-up frustration to explode in a blinding explosion that rocked my body to the core as I heard him roar out again, releasing himself into me.
Gasping for air, I slowly sank to the soft mattress below, wrapped in his arms. Closing my eyes, I drifted off into a sea of excruciating pain and sensual pleasure.
I woke up rested and relaxed for the first time in weeks. Turning over, I found the bed empty. Sitting up, I looked around the room to see Montana dripping wet, with a towel around his waist, as he pulled out a clean pair of jeans. Dropping the towel, I tried not to look at the brand on his back, but I couldn’t stop myself. It covered his whole back.
The Soulless Sinner.
A shrouded skeleton, holding a cross in its hands. The head bowed as if praying, as it stood over mounds of skulls. Ghostly souls floated around the Sinner. It was a remarkable piece. Beautifully done. Whoever tattooed his back was a damn fine artist.
“If you’re done checking out my ink, I’m ready to talk,” he smirked, looking over his shoulder.
Blinking, I ignored his comment and sat on the bed as he turned to face me, zipping up his pants. I’ve met a lot of men in my life, but none ever compared to Montana Stone. The man was just fucking more. Strong muscular arms, trim waist. Six-pack abs. Long, thick legs and fuck me, even his feet were something to look at, but what always got me panting were his eyes. Those cold steel-gray eyes. When he looked at me, I always felt as if I was falling into an abyss, drowning in the man I knew as Montana Stone.
“Who’s watching York?”
“My housekeeper, Mrs. Alice. You met her when I took you to my house.”
“Yeah, I know it. Stone House.”
He flinched.
Yeah, asshole, there wasn’t much I don’t know about him. Like he’s the heir to Stone Industries and worth billions. Or that he refused the throne for a life of crime and debauchery. Montana Stone wasn’t just the President of the Soulless Sinner’s. He was also a cold-blooded killer with deep pockets and influential people backing him every step of the way.
