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“Threatening you?”
She rocks her head back and forth, lips parted in desire. “No.”
“Then what?” I drive deeper into her, and Haven’s head tilts back a little bit. “What do you want from me, wife? Consider it a wedding gift.”
And, if she tells me to stop fucking her, I still might not hand it over to her.
But I want to hear it leave those plush, mauve lips of hers.
“This cunt is tight,” I proclaim through each prod of my cock. “So fucking perfect for me to destroy. I’d love to bend you over and take you deep. Screaming my name when you come.”
“Please stop,” she whimpers through a moan.
“I’m still waiting for you to tell me what it is?” My thumb grazes her clit, and Haven mewls her pleasure, unable to hide the damn shit. “Communication is everything I hear. We should probably start on that since we’re going to be married.”
“We’re not getting married,” she asserts. “I don’t want to be your wife.”
“But I want you to be.” I pick up my pace, ready to come and be finished with her fighting me. “You have so much to offer.”
Haven semi-glowers at me, but she can’t form a complete one because of the things I’m doing to her.
Because she loves my cock.
“I’m going to come, wife. So, unless you want to do it yourself, I suggest you spread your thighs wider so I can take more.”
I don’t even wait for her to act because I’m nudgingthem with my legs for her, and I didn’t realize I could get any deeper inside her, but I’m in trouble.
The tingling sensation in my gut begins to form, and I’m on the verge of climaxing from my fiancée’s pussy that I haven’t really gotten to see yet.
“Just like that,” I praise. “Take all of me, little bird. If you don’t fight and try to escape me at every turn, maybe I’ll give you more of this.”
“Finnegan…”
It’s my full name that fucking makes me break apart.
I grunt, spilling myself inside her when Haven combusts right after me, arching her back along the ledge and giving me what I need.
Absolute perfection.
Finally satisfied, I pull out from her and use the material of her dress to wipe myself off before putting myself back into my pants.
Haven is a panting mess as I pull her off the ledge of the window and to her feet. And, eyeing her one last time, I pivot and leave the room, telling one of the men standing guard at the edge of the stairs to move her somewhere else with locked windows and a door.
Haven Kincaid isn’t going anywhere.
Except in a brown wooden box that I’ve engraved with my initials for her to be by me for all eternity.
Just because she keeps checking me.
14
HAVEN
It’s beenthree days since he denied my request to help me with Taylen.
I begged for mercy from a man who was my family’s enemy, and he denied it without a second thought.
My fiancé.
