I didn’t want to bring her. Not when I can smell the war coming. But Kaden insisted that she needs to be here. Show the world we’re united. Strong. That my little trouble isn’t afraid to stare down monsters, and he is right.
If any one of them so much as breathes in her direction, I’ll burn this entire fucking hotel down with all of them inside.
She steps out of the bathroom, towel knotted loosely around her tits, hair dripping down her back like silk. Water beads on her collarbones, slides between her breasts. I tilt my head, slow, predatory, and she instantly lifts both hands, palms out.
“No, Flynn. Not now.”
Too late. My blood’s already roaring.
She tries to dart past me. I’m faster. My hand snaps around her ankle mid-stride; she yelps, crashes face-first into the mattress. The towel rips awaylike it was never there. That perfect, heart-shaped ass is suddenly bare, flushed pink from the shower, begging.
I want to split her open. Claim the one place I haven’t yet.
I shove my boxers down, cock springing free, angry and leaking. One hand slams between her shoulder blades, pinning her flat. My knee forces her thighs apart until she’s trembling, open, helpless. I drag the head through her slick folds once, twice, just to hear her whimper my name, then I drive balls-deep into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
“Flynn—” It’s muffled into the sheets, half protest, half prayer.
I fuck her like I hate her. Hips crashing, skin slapping, the whole bedframe rattling like it’s about to splinter. She’s so wet the sound is obscene, coating my shaft, dripping down her thighs. Every thrust shoves her higher up the mattress until her fingers claw.
I drop over her, chest to her back, teeth sinking into the soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder, hard enough to bruise, to mark.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl against the bite. “I’m taking this ass soon. It’s been teasing me for too long, driving me fucking insane.”
She answers by arching, pushing that tight little hole against my abs like an invitation.
“Just the tip,” she breathes, voice wrecked.
Jesus Christ.
I pull out of her cunt with a wet sound, stand, and spit right on that virgin ring. Gather her slick on my fingers and paint it over her, over me, until we’re both glistening. My hand splays across her lower back, thumb pressing into the dimples above her ass, holding her exactly where I want her.
“Deep breath, trouble. Relax for me.”
She tries. I feel it, the flutter, the fight. I circle the tip against her, slow and non-stop. Her whole body locks up.
“Relax,” I snarl, dragging nails down her spine just hard enough to leave red trails. “Let me in.”
A broken moan. Then, fuck, her ring gives. Just the head pops past that impossible grip, and my vision whites out. So tight it hurts. Perfect.
I hold still, jaw clenched so hard it aches, letting her breathe around me. Then I ease in another inch.
Out.
In.
Tiny, shallow thrusts that have her sobbing my name into the sheets. With my free hand I reach under, two fingers plunging into her dripping cunt while my thumb torments her clit.
“Look at you,” I rasp, voice black with possession. “Taking my cock in your ass like you were born for it. My perfect little ruined wife.”
Her back bows, ass tilting higher and greedily. I want to slam home, feel her choke on all of me, but I won’t. Not tonight. She has to walk into that dinner on my arm, not limp.
So I fuck her ass with just the head, slow and filthy, fingers curling inside her cunt until she’s shaking. When her thighs start to quake, when her knuckles go white twisting the sheets, I rip out of her ass and spear back into her pussy so hard the headboard cracks against the wall.
She screams, raw, beautiful, and comes apart around me, walls milking me in vicious pulses. I bite down on her shoulder again, tasting blood this time, and empty myself inside her with a guttural curse.
Mine. Every hole. Every breath. Every scream.
I collapse over her, both of us panting, my cock still twitching deep inside. I lick the fresh bite on her neck.
