“Baby, fuck... I’m coming... I’m gonna come,” she sobbed, her body shaking as I kept fucking her deep.
“You know I always need thatfontaine de jouissance. Give it to me, Serenity. Make a mess on this dick, Mama.”
She came hard for me, soaking my dick, making every movement smoother, filthier. My dick was painted white with the mess her pussy made, frothing around me, and fuck… I loved it. I loved seeing how perfectly she took me, how her body welcomed every inch.
I pulled out, slid down to her asshole, and licked it, teasing herwith my tongue before pressing in one finger, then two. When she was ready, I pushed my dick inside and started fucking her ass, rough and hungry.
Gripping her ass tight, I drove into her. Her screams echoed off the walls, wild and broken. She was spent and trembling, so I pulled her against me, her knees steady under her and my dick buried deep. My left hand stroked her clit gently, while the other snaked up her neck, turning her face to mine. I bent and kissed her softly, tasting her moans and sweat. I slowed my rhythm, rolling my hips, letting her feel every slow drive.
“From now on, I’ll be coming here every night, waiting for you to bring me my pussy. If you miss one single night, Serenity, I’m pulling up to your crib and fucking you there. You hear me?”
“No...” she whimpered, voice shaking as I kept moving inside her. “Don’t... Fuck... Never pull up to the Korven estate. He’ll kill you.”
I fucked her harder, making it clear I didn’t care about any of that. She didn’t know why I had no fear showing up at our home, why nothing would stop me if she denied me her body again. If she ever made me go another day without her, I’d lose my mind.
I bent her over again, doggy style, to get access to her pussy. Then I pulled out of her ass, slapped her clit with my dick, and shoved back into that soaking pussy, even wetter than before.
“I don’t give a fuck, Serenity. You bring this fat and juicy pussy here every day, or you’re gonna get fucked in your house. You know I’m not playing. Okay?” I slapped her ass, pounding into her.
“Fuck... yes... Okay... I hear you... I’ll be here every night.”
“Yes... sweet. You better not test how crazy I can get, alright? Now, can I nut in this pussy? Can I give you my kids?”
“Hmmmm.... Yes... Please.”
“You’re on pills or some shit?” I asked, slamming into her.
“Yes, I take my pills every day. I won’t get pregnant.”
I drove my hips faster, feeling my orgasm build. I buried myself as deep as I could and spilled everything I had inside her. Then I collapsed on top of her, urging her down to the bed, rolling to the side so I wouldn’t crush her. My hand found her face and she looked spent, eyes half-closed. I brushed her hair from her forehead, needing to see her, then leaned in and kissed her, both of us breathing hard, sweat sticking to our skin.
“You didn’t hear me. Drop them pills and keep my babies, Serenity,” I whispered against her lips, gentle.
She managed a tired smile. “I can’t. You know that.”
“Why?”
“Because... I have only two weeks to live,” she whispered, voice weak and distant before her eyes fluttered shut and she drifted into sleep.
Her words pierced through me deeper than any blade ever could. I wanted to grab her, shake her, scream in her face that she was wrong, that she’d never die. I could never kill her even if the whole damn world ordered me to. The thought alone made my chest feel tight. I’d never planned to murder her.Never. Even if I made her believe otherwise. Hell, I’d been fighting for months to make myself believe that bullshit, but everything in me always rejected the idea. I couldn’t watch her die nineteen years ago when she fell into that pool, just like I couldn’t pull the trigger the night I killed her family. I just can’t. My heart would never let me hurt her. It wouldn’t even entertain the idea.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then slipped out of bed, determined to fix what I could while I still had time. Two weeks wasn’t long to win over someone you’d hurt so deeply, but she said she loved me—she’d loved me since the start. If her feelings were even half as strong as mine, then it was worth fighting for.
First, no more flowers until I knew what the fuck they meant. Next, Eleana Sawyer—it was time to deal with her.
I showered fast, got dressed, and left my sleeping wife. Therewas an emergency to handle. I checked my phone—missed calls from Kalash and Krash. I called Kalash first for an update. He told me Serenity shot Eleana in the shoulder at the casino, then she stormed out, vowing war on my wife for hurting a Big Six member. My blood boiled. That idiot thought she had council immunity, thought the Sawyer’s had made it into the Big Six, but she had no idea I’d blocked them. She talked about war? I’d give her a fucking war.
I called Krash and he met me with a crew already circling the Sawyer estate. The Sawyer’s were rich, but in Emberwick, that didn’t mean shit—they couldn’t match my firepower.
We took position at every entry. I stalked into their domain, ready to send a loud message—nobody disrespected my wife and got away with it. But when I got inside, the place was empty—no guards, no Sawyer’s.
“Looks like they cleared out,” Krash said. “They knew you’d come after Eleana hit the casino. Smart.”
Frustrated, I walked out and headed for my wife. Good for them—if they’d stayed, I wasn’t sure I could control myself. I hated anyone who made my wife cry.
“Blow the whole place,” I told Krash. “Send a message they’ll remember. You disrespect my wife, I fucking kill you.”
Chapter Fifteen
