I cover my face with my hands, moaning, and then he’s pushing inside, slow, relentless, splitting me open inch by torturous inch.
“Christ, Autumn,” he groans, voice cracking. “Your cunt—”
He bottoms out and stills, letting me feel every throbbing inch. Then he leans down, mouth brushing my ear. “Good girl for telling me what you need.”
A tear slips free. He licks it off my cheek like it belongs to him.
“Don’t be gentle,” I breathe.
His eyes flash pure feral. “Never.”
He slams into me so hard, punishing, perfect. The headboard crashes against the wall in a rhythm that screams we’re fucking, not making love. He pins my wrists above my head again, hot breath on my neck, teeth scraping my skin.
He’s everywhere inside me, around me, owning every sense, every thought, every beat of my heart. I yank against his grip, and this time he lets me go. My hands fly to his ass, nails digging deep, carving half-moons into muscle.
He laughs, dark and delighted. “Love when you mark me, wife.”
He drives harder, faster, until my orgasm coils so tight I’m shaking.
Then he stops.
I curse, loud and filthy, and he flips me over like I’m a doll, face down, ass up, pulled to the edge of the bed. His huge palm cracks across my cheek, the sting blooming into liquid heat.
He thrusts back in, and holy fuck, this angle. He’s deeper than should be possible, pain and pleasure twisting into something unholy. I’m drowning in it.
“Want to come, wife?” he growls, perfectly controlled while I’m falling apart.
“Yes—please—”
Another sharp slap, then his hands spread me open. I feel his hot spit land on my tight hole, and his thumb presses in slowly.
“Relax for me, baby.”
I do, melting under his voice, and he starts fucking my ass with his thumb in time with his cock. His other hand snakes around, fingers circling my clit hard and fast.
“Good girl. Move those hips for me.”
I grind back desperately, chasing the edge, every nerve screaming. He slams harder, adds a second finger, and the stretch shoves me straight over.
I come with a scream that rips my throat raw, my body seizing, vision whiting out. He doesn’t stop, fucks me through it, wrings every aftershock from my shaking body.
When I finally sag, boneless, he yanks my hair, hauling me upright against his chest. One arm bands around my waist, holding me pinned, and he hammers into me like a man possessed.
“You’re mine,” he snarls against my ear. “No one else will ever touch you.”
“Yours,” I sob, lost.
“Mine.” One final brutal thrust and he buries himself deep, roaring as he comes, hot, endless pulses filling me while his cock jerks inside my spasming cunt. His arms lock around me so tight I can barely breathe, and I never want him to let go.
“I love you, Autumn,” he whispers, voice wrecked.
My heart shatters open. “I love you, Flynn.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Flynn
I’m at the hotel. Got a room two floors down from the Russians. In a few hours there’s a dinner with the Irish Consortium leaders and the Vostrikovs. It’s going to be interesting, and tonight’s the night Autumn makes her first official appearance as my wife.
