“I was thinking…” she starts. At least one of us is capable of it. Thinking. My brain’s a mess. “Now that Jett’s out of the picture, maybe we could leave?”
Technically, we could. Easily. Papa wouldn’t be able to haul ass after us the way Jett did. Last time he rode the bike was… I can’t remember when it happened, that’s how long ago it was.
Still, I can’t leave Colbert just yet.
My heart and cock refuse to let me go any-fucking-where before I mark Skylar’s last untouched hole with my cum.
“Later. Gotta fuck you first.” My hand’s already on my jeans, yanking the button loose. I shove them down my legs and step out of them. “Gotta take you. Then we’ll get far away from here.”
“You could fuck me on the road.” She gasps when I pick her up and plant her in the bath. I flip her and press her cheek against the wall. “Knox, you’re hurting me.”
“Need to fix this.” I hold her by her throat, pinned and helpless and mine. “Can’t drive like this. Withhimstill all over you.”
No anger or accusation flashes over her profile. She gasps, so soft it sounds like a moan. Deep down, she wants it too.
“You’re going to have me.” I take the handheld showerhead and spray warm water over us both.
I soak her hair, her bandage. The cuts I never got to tend to, because my emotions were everywhere.
“Okay. Okay.” God, she’s beautiful. Wet, panting. Her flushed cheek is a challenge for me to make her even redder. “Take what you need from me. Clean me. Own me.”
Resolution is evident in the set of her jaw. She flays me with her gleaming green eyes.
Her hands wait for me, gripping the wall, bracing for impact.
Small as Skylar is, she’s powerful.
Take what you need from me.
Oh, I’m about to.
“Bold little one.” Can’t help it, I smack her ass with the showerhead.
More water splashes on both of us. Her body jolts, waking the predator in me.
The second slap leaves an angry crimson mark on her flesh, right above the cuts I put there earlier.
My marks. My claim on her.
Nothing’s ever felt more primitive, more right, than branding Skylar.
I’m obsessed with her. Her body. Her soul. Her feral gaze.
All of her belongs to me.
Soon, our children will be another chapter in our story. They, like our love, will bind us together forever.
“I wasn’t there for you.”Slap. “When it mattered. When you needed me.”Slap, slap, slap.“I messed up.”
“You know what? Yes, you did. You hurt me. I was vulnerable because of you. I was assaulted because of you,” she says, giving me the words she knows I need. She doesn’t mean them, I canhear it in her voice. But I’ll take the false accusations anyway. At least it’s something. “Fix this.”
“No one’s taking you from me.” The more I spank her, the redder she gets. One of her cuts opens, and a thin trickle of blood laces with the water. My cock throbs, balls pulled tight.
I. Want. Her.
“No one,” she cries out.
Every inch of her ass hasmewritten all over it, and yet that’s not enough.
