“My needy little wife.” He picks up speed, turning my face into the mattress. He grabs my hips and pulls me up just enough to slide a pillow underneath, then he grips my ass hard.
“I can’t wait to fuck this pretty ass.” He slaps my cheek so hard it stings, and I yelp. “Watching my cum drip from your tight hole.”
He presses the tip of his cock against my entrance again and slides in, slower this time. Then he leans over me, each hand planted on either side of my head, but his body doesn’t touch me; only his cock claims me.
“Hands on the headboard,” he orders, and I obey, placing my open palms there.
“Like this?” I ask, my voice shaking with excitement.
“Like that, good girl.” He kisses the top of my head. “Now, hold yourself while I fuck you.”
Before I can ask what he means, he pulls out and then slams into me with brutal force. I whimper, my arms bracing to stay in place as he slams harder and harder, his grunts filling the room. With each impact, my pussy rubs against the pillow underneath, the pressure mixing with the stretch of his big, hard cock to send waves of pleasure and pain up my spine.
The sound of his hips and balls slapping my skin echoes through the room, and I hold on tight while pressing back into him.
“Fuck, Autumn.” He groans, leaning down to bite my shoulder hard, almost breaking the skin.
“Harder, slap me,” I gasp, and he stops, letting out a dark chuckle.
“Want me to slap you?” he asks with amusement, and I bury my face in the mattress.
“Oh my God,” I murmur.
“No kink shaming here, trouble. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” He whispers it against my ear, his breath hot and possessive.
“I want—” I stop, embarrassment flooding me.
“You want—?” he prompts, his voice a low growl.
“To feel pain and pleasure.” I lift my head, tilting it to the side to meet his eyes locked on me. “I want you to own me.”
“Oh, trouble.” He groans, straightening up to slap my ass harder than before, then he starts pounding into me with brutal thrusts. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. I moan his name, my body shivering with pleasure.
His hand tangles in my hair again; he grips and pulls, forcing me to arch for him, to take him deeper. “Like this, all mine. My fucking wife,” he groans, his voice deep and feral.
The sensation pushes me over the edge; my body convulses as he yanks my hair harder, the sting blending with the burn in my lower belly and the relentless thrust of his thick dick—it’s all too much.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come.” He draws out my orgasm until it feels like an eternity of pleasure. When my body finally relaxes, he releases my hair, slaps my ass again, and grabs my hips, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. With each thrust, I reach for the headboard to keep from sliding forward and hitting it.
One last hard, heavy thrust and he growls like an animal. I feel his hot cum filling me, his cock hard and pulsing inside.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
We head to Teine, one of Flynn’s clubs, with Kaden and two security guards. The new liquor shipment is arriving. I was supposed to stay at the mansion, but I needed to get out; I’m sick of being locked inside that place.
The bouncer and two barmen are already here, even though it’s only a little past two in the afternoon. The delivery crew brings the crates inside while I wander the club, taking a moment for myself. I love the way it looks: beautiful and bold. Red velvet, black leather. The dance floor stretches wide, and two balconies rise above it, the steel railings carved with intricate black Celtic knots.
“Enjoying yourself?” Flynn whispers behind me, and I can’t help but smile.
Two days ago, I wanted to kill him. Now my entire body warms just from his voice. Flynn Brady was ready to lose everything for me. He marriedme to save me, but it feels like something more. I won’t call it love, but it’s something… obsessive.
“I’d love to come here when it’s open. Maybe dance a little,” I say as his strong arms wrap around my waist.
“Tonight?” he murmurs.
I gasp and turn in his arms. “Really?” I search his eyes, and all I see is softness, care, something I don’t understand.
“Call Viviana. I’ll invite Declan. You can celebrate your wedding.” He kisses my forehead.
