Thrust.
“You’re…”
Thrust.
“My wife!”
He punches his cock extra deep.
A scream perches at the back of my throat. I claw his hand, and he hisses, punishing me only by hammering into me relentlessly, stealing my breath, my soul, my everything.
Thud.
The table hits something.
My eyes snap open, the room coming back into focus. Elias stares at me, sweat dripping down his forehead.
He doesn’t pause. He doesn’t yield. He doesn’t care that the table is banging against a dead body.
Oh my God. I’m naked, having sex with my deranged husband with a corpse next to me. Instead of horror, arousal shoots through my veins like a drug.
My nipples tighten, more wetness slicking out of me, the sounds of skin slapping skin echoing against the walls. I shake, unable to stop the tremors, the ecstasy so close, almost at my fingertips.
“Come, Lana,” he growls into my ear. “Come around my cock like a good wife.”
I scream and break into a million pieces—a cataclysmic event—my mind suspended somewhere between heaven and hell.
Exhilaration floods my veins as I quake and quake and quake.
He crushes his lips to mine, his hand shackling my wrists above my head.
“I hate you,” he growls under his breath. “Fuuuck.”
“Liar,” I whisper. “You don’t fuck someone you hate like this.”
But my heart spasms, the pain from his words quickly fading as he presses his full body weight on top of me, like he needs all parts of me touching all parts of him.
His cock twitches and hot cum floods my womb. I clutch him tightly.
I can’t let him go. I will never let him go.
As we come down from our high, his semi-hard cock still lodged firmly inside me, common sense finally comes back in fragile wisps.
Kian. Elias. The murders. The violence.
“Tell me you hate me,” he presses the words onto my neck with his lips. Gentle and reverent.
A heartbeat. Then two.
“I hate you,” I whisper.
I’m the liar.
And I know I’m in too deep.
Chapter 34: ASHE? BETWEEN US
Heat wraps around mein the sweetest embrace. A delicious ache pulses between my legs. I stretch, the sheets sliding over my bare skin, and open my eyes to daylight spilling through half-drawn curtains.
