Page 176 of Stolen Hearts


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“Bounce on that fucking cock, baby girl,” I growl into her ear as I drive. “Feel how fucking tight your greedy little cunt is, so fucking filled by my big fat dick.”

She cries out, bouncing faster and faster, taking every thick inch of me with every stroke. My fingers dig into her ass, rocking her up and down as I lift my hips and fuck up into her. The silky tightness of her pussy drags up and down as she bites my ear again and whimpers those little moans of hers that always make me go fucking crazy.

“Do you feel how wet you make me?” she coos into my ear, riding me harder and faster as my balls swell. “Do you feel how messy you make my pussy, Daddy?”

“You’re going to make come with talk like that, baby girl,” I rasp into her ear, bucking my hips faster and harder and ramming my cock into her as she moans feverishly. “And when I do, I’m going to fill this little cunt with my cum. Then I’m going to slide your panties back into place. And when we get to that wedding, you’re not going anywhere to clean up. You’re going to sit there by my side the whole night, with my cum spilling into your panties and rubbing against your pussy, so that you rememberwhose you are.”

“Castle!”

The moan rips from her throat, and when she suddenly jolts and spasms around me, I can feel her pussy rippling as the orgasm crashes over her. Her walls clamp down around me, milking the cum from my balls as she bites down harder on my neck.

The feel of her shattering around me, mixed with the adrenaline hit of fucking her while driving at eighty miles an hour is too much. With a guttural groan I let go, grabbing her ass tight as my hot cum explodes into her. Again and again, my cock twitches and throbs, spurting rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy as we both grind slowly together.

I stick to my promise. After we fix our clothes in the car, we ride up to the top of her family’s building in silence, hand in hand, with big shit-eating grins on our faces.

It’s not very subtle.

Hades shoots me a dark glare when he spots the way we’re walking—like, well, like we just fucked each other’s brains out. But then Elsa rolls her eyes and slaps his chest, shooting Callie and I a grin and a knowing look, and he settles down.

We all clap and cheer when the new Mr. and Mrs. Gavan Tsarenko run back down the aisle, hands clasped and beaming. We drink champagne and dance with our families and friends, rubbing shoulders with Gavan’s Bratva pals long into the night.

It’s somewhere past two in the morning when Neve and Ares finally throw in the towel and head home. Cillian and Una follow them out shortly thereafter. Hades and Elsa are long gone, and Kratos is already passed out in one of the chairs in the tent Dimitra had set up on the lawn. Deimos gives me a long hug before kissing his sister on the cheek and helping his sleeping brother inside.

Then, it’s just Callie and I.

I take her hand wordlessly, leading her through the gardens until we get to a familiar, quiet corner.

Where it all began.

And there beside the rose bushes, on the edge of the world, with just her and I, I tell her I love her. I tell her I’llalwayslove her. And then I kiss her, long and slow and deep.

That’s what living is for: living. The past can stay there, dead and buried.

But the future is ours.

Together.

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