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"That's it. That's my good girl." He grabbed onto my hips and ate at me ruthlessly until I was falling into another devastating orgasm.
He squeezed my asscheeks again. "So fucking perfect.”
His finger slipped out of me, and was instantly replaced by his long dick. At the same time, the cord began to tighten around my neck, slowly cutting off the amount of oxygen that I could inhale.
"That’s it, sweetheart. We're just going to play a little bit rougher," he soothed in a smooth voice as he rubbed his palm down my spine. He caged me in, angling his cock in and out desperately. With the oxygen deprivation, the world seemed to spin. It felt like I was in an alternate reality, the lights twinkling around me. The cord tightened more, and I gasped for breath as his fingers bit into my hips. He thrust into me hard, and that dark place inside of me, the one that only Lincoln Daniels could fill, it lapped up the mix of pleasure and pain he was giving me.
He thrusted into me, the sound of our smacking skin filling the room, combining with the Christmas music, an erotic tune I never would have imagined.
Every impact forced a cry from my lips and he leaned over and bit down where the back of my shoulder met my neck, almost savagely.
"I love you. You’re mine. No one else gets to have you but me."
I couldn't respond. I was riding that fine line between consciousness and unconsciousness, my oxygen only coming in small sips as his hard body worked behind me, filling me, stretching me, reminding me who owned me.
His hand dipped between my legs and he pressed against my clit, forcing an orgasm out of me as his muscles tensed against my back.
“I love you,” he chanted as he chased his own orgasm, pounding against me until I collapsed against the pillows, unable to hold myself up with the pleasure tearing through me.
The cord tightened again and I was flying, the lights swirling around me as I faded away. Pleasure was still surging across my trembling body as the sparkling Christmas lights faded to black.
* * *
I woke up on the floor, Lincoln’s arm heavy across my waist. He’d unwound the lights from around me and we were cuddled up on the pillows under the Christmas tree, the fireplace flames flickering against the walls. Lincoln was tracing what I was pretty sure was his name against my back.
“How do you feel about Christmas lights now?” he murmured.
And after what had just happened…all I could say was…
“I love them.”
5
Monroe
Iclimbed onto the private plane, a huge smile on my face as I stepped inside “Grandma Airways” as Ari had dubbed my over the top traveling accommodations that my insanely possessive and jealous husband had set up for me.
Edna was waiting for me at the top of the steps, a warm smile on her cute, weathered face.
“Welcome aboard, darlin’,” she said as she handed me a mug of hot cocoa.
Just one of the perks of traveling with the over sixty-five crowd.
I turned the corner that led to the seats, and my jaw dropped when I saw Blake, Ari's gorgeous model girlfriend, sitting in one of the leather seats, munching on a cookie as she glanced around the plane, amused. Our eyes met, and her eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Monroe?" Blake said, her voice filled with astonishment. "What are you doing here?"
I stammered. "I...I’m going to Lincoln’s game in New York. What?—"
Before we could question each other any more, our phones chimed. Almost simultaneously. We both pulled them out.
Lincoln: Is Ari with you?
Me: No…but Blake is. What’s going on?
“Fuck, I love him,” Blake murmured, reading the text on her phone, a faint flush to her cheeks from whatever Ari had sent her. She glanced at me. “I guess I’m going to New York this weekend with you instead of the photoshoot I thought I had scheduled.” Blake’s face was bemused…and a little anxious as she stared down at her phone. “Apparently, Ari has an in with my agent. I’ll have to watch the two of them.” She shook her head, biting down on her lip in deep thought.
I wasn’t surprised. Knowing Lincoln and his…tactics…it would be hard to believe that Ari would be that different.
