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She’s flawless.

Once her back is on the bed, I sink inside of her warm and waiting body. She whimpers, no doubt sensitive from her recent orgasm. Wrapping one hand around the back of her neck, I hold her body still, gripping her tightly.

“Wrap your thighs high around my waist,” I demand.

She does, without question and without hesitation. Sinking farther inside of her, I close my eyes at the way her snug pussy feels. I could stay here inside of her for a millennium. But as my balls ache and the urge to move builds inside of me, I know I can’t stay here much longer. I need to move. I need to fuck her. I need to feel her.

Shifting my knees so they sink into the mattress of the bed for leverage, I grip the back of her neck and pull her chest up so she’s sitting up. “Coleman,” she whispers, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips.

Claire’s thighs tighten around my waist, and I know I can’t hold back another second. I rear back, pulling almost completely out of her before I sink back inside. Once, twice, and then I’m done for. My thrusts are hard and fast. I pull back again before slamming inside, over and over.

She whimpers. Her nails dig into my flesh as I move, and I feel her cunt flutter around my cock with each stroke. Keeping one hand around the back of her neck to keep her sitting up, I use the other to wrap around the front of her throat, squeezing as I look into her eyes.

Claire’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t protest, and as I continue to move inside of her, squeezing her throat tighter, I stare into her eyes as I move hard and fast. She gasps, though no sound is made that can be heard.

Closing my eyes, I feel her cunt clamp down around my cock as she comes. I release her throat but keep her upright as I bury my face in her neck, my cock deep inside of her as I come with a roar.

Slowly, I lower her down to the mattress, moving in and out of her with lazy strokes until my balls are completely emptied inside of her. I wonder offhandedly again if she’s on birth control and hope like fuck that she isn’t.

I would not be upset if she were pregnant with my baby.

Not in the fucking slightest.

I release her neck but stay planted inside of her and lift my head, my eyes finding her blue ones. I cup her cheek, gently sliding my fingers against her smooth skin, noticing the reddish marks from my fingers that will, without a doubt, turn to a blueish hue by morning.

“Welcome to your new home, your new life, wife.”

She blinks, then her lips curve up into a small smile. I don’t know if she is happy about her new life, but it doesn’t matter because she is here now and there is nowhere else for her to go. I wouldn’t let her anyway.

I slip out from between her legs and lie on the bed beside her, reaching for her and tugging her body against the side of mine. I don’t know what she’s thinking, and I don’t ask her either. It doesn’t really matter much.

Her life is my life. My promise is hers. We are now one. The world will not come between us. I won’t allow it. There is a buzzing sound somewhere in the room. I try to ignore it but decide that if someone is calling me tonight, it must be important.

When I sit up, Claire’s hand falls away from my chest as I stand from the bed and root around the floor through our clothes in an attempt to find my phone. I can feel her gaze on my back, but she doesn’t say anything.

Finding my phone in my tuxedo jacket pocket, I slip it out and glance down at the screen. Frowning, I slide my thumb across and read the new message. It’s from Hendrick. Here I thought he took his girl back to his place and fucked her brains out, but apparently, he’s working tonight.

BROTHER H: SIMON CALLED KEEN AS SOON AS HE GOT BACK HOME. NO CLUE WHAT WAS SAID, BUT IT LASTED TEN MINUTES.

This can’t be good.

I’m glad Claire isn’t close to her family because I don’t think her dad is going to make it back to Vegas alive. Keen is digging his graver deeper and deeper with each new thing we find out about him.

This isn’t how the family operates, and for whatever reason, he thinks he can pull shit behind our backs. As if we will never find out. It may have taken us longer than it should have, mainly because we’ve been fucking busy, but we will always find out eventually.

HAVE YOU CHECKED KEEN’S FINANCES?

BROTHER H: CHECKED AND ACCOUNTED FOR. EXCEPT A FIFTY-THOUSAND-DOLLAR DEPOSIT. THINKING THAT’S FROM SIMON.

GET DUCKS IN A ROW FOR TOMORROW. I WANT TO SCARE THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF KEEN AND GET HIM TALKING.

BROTHER H: YOU THINK KEEN WILL TALK? HE WAS TRAINED THE SAME WAY WE WERE.

My lips curve up into a wry smile as my fingers fly over the screen.

OBVIOUSLY NOT SINCE HE’S BACKSTABBING US. WE’LL GET HIM TALKING. IT’S GOING TO BE FUN. THEN SIMON IS NEXT, WHICH IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING BLAST.

BROTHER H: YOU’RE FUCKING EVIL.

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