“Oh my God,” Marcus groans, staring at my ruined core. “Linny, tell me you’re okay.” His mouth drops over my sex,suctions over my seizing clit. “Tell me to stop. I’m going to fuck you to death. I need you so much.”
But Veyn has dragged my mouth to his and my tongue is caught between his teeth.
Chapter Thirty-One
Marcus
Morningisasharpspear of light slicing through a thick smear of fog that pushes against the windows. It slices across the room to shatter off the walls of mirror.
It’s moments like this that I almost regret having so many mirrors. It hadn’t been my idea, but Catherine seemed to think it was necessary. Not saying they didn’t come in handy, and I definitely didn’t put up a fight when she made the suggestion, but it was convenient for her when she was getting ready to see herself at every angle.
I also liked seeing her at different angles but for a very different reason. When she allowed it. Passion was a required mandate when we first got married. It was necessary to bring the boys into the world. Afterwards, it was a duty for her and a quick release for me. I did my best to make it enjoyable for her when she let me, but THE majority of the time, she went on her knees, and I did my best to make it quick. Part of me understood that our relationship wasn’t one of love or affection like James and Gloria. We were selected to join our families. Hers needed the Usher name and mine needed an heir. The arrangement worked on both ends. I worked and provided and she lived in wealth, power and luxury. She wanted for nothing, except maybe a husband who could love her.
It wasn’t me.
I respected her, absolutely.
I cared for her wellbeing and happiness.
Beyond that, she was a stranger even after nearly nine years of marriage.
I extract thoughts of Catherine from my mind and focus on the figure nestled in my arms now. The dark-haired beauty who has become barbed wire twisted around my heart. The one person everyone from God to man would tell me I have no business looking at.
She lies with her tiny body curved into the confines of mine. I have her tucked nearly beneath me with my arm a steel band around her middle and my cock still wedged inside her warm heat.
Memories of the previous night come flooding back with A flurry of colors and sounds that snatch the air from my lungs. I have to catch myself before I can make a sound that might wake her.
Hours.
Hours upon hours of holding her down and taking her. A relentless and unstoppable hunger I couldn’t satiate no matter how many times I took her. I can’t even be sure when I stopped.
Maybe I passed out.
Maybe the universe took pity on her and let her have peace because lord knows I would have kept going until my heart gave out or my dick fell off.
What had gotten into me? Never in all my life, in all the years that I have walked this earth have I ever been so overcome, so blindly riddled with such rabid desire that I would keep going after she’d fallen into an exhausted sleep. To keep using her until I couldn’t anymore.
Overwhelming panic sets in, clouding any joy this would have brought me normally. I scrub a hand sticky with her release and smelling of her over my face and remember putting the whole thing inside her to the wrist like some animal.
“Jesus,” I breathe, terror turning the sweat on my skin to ice.
Trembling, I reach up to brush the hair off her face. The sooty fan of lashes resting lightly across the high arches of her cheeks flutter once before sweeping open. Eyes soft and blurry from sleep lift and find my face.
I expect fear.
I expect hesitation, maybe even hatred.
I expect her to tear free of me and scream that I never touch her again. Rightfully. She has every right to think of me as a monster.
I don’t expect her sweet smile or the way she remains nestled against me.
“Linny,” I whisper, guilt an iron noose cutting my airway.“Pardonne-moi, mon amour.”
Her head cocks slightly as if trying to understand my plea of forgiveness.
“For what?”
Gingerly, careful not to catch her hair under my elbow or jostle her, I push up to peer better into her tender expression.
