Page 47 of Marked By Myth

The bark of the tree bit into my back but I didn’t dare cry out. I was getting exactly what I needed. My husband, in all his brutal glory.

The man who destroyed the woman who would do me harm.

Myth ripped my panties to the side, his fingers rough as he slid them into me. He growled when he felt how wet I was for him. How wet I always was for him. His belt was next, and then, his cock nudged at my entrance.

“Fuck me,” I told him when I felt him hesitate. “Fuck me right here, where she died, so that cunt’s spirit can watch what she could never have.”

“Mine,” Myth growled as he slammed into me in one thick thrust. Pain mixed with immense pleasure as he pounded me against the tree where he’d taken a life for me. I held on as he fucked me as hard as he could, showing me just how much he loved me. How much he had always loved me.

Tears fell over my cheeks at the years of longing, of yearning for him, and the years lost because I’d never come home. Only love could ever hurt you like this, and he was the only one I had ever truly loved.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

His darkness, his possessiveness, his jealousy. I wanted it all, and I wanted to be the balm to his ailment. I wanted him to be my world, and for me to be his.

I wanted it all with him.

I don’t know when it happened, but my decision had come in blaring clarity, sometime when he’d told me what he did to Stacey. I’d never leave him again.

Rox

“So, you’re staying?” I heard Fang say from behind me. Turning on the barstool, I smiled up at one of my oldest friends. He tried to keep a stern look to his face but I knew better. He was happy.

“I am.”

“Good. I’d hate to go down to that Sheraton and drag you back, kicking and screaming.”

“Aww come on, Levi. We both know if you did anything to make me scream and kick, Adrian would be on your ass faster than a fly at a picnic in summer.”

Fang rolled his eyes. “Well you certainly got your pep back.”

“And we both know you’ve already visited Beck at the Sheraton,” I said. “I hope you were nice about it, at least.”

Fang smirked. “I’m pretty sure he shit his pants when he saw me, Menace and Destroyer rock up in his fancy ass hotel.”

I shook my head, picturing it. I felt so bad that I had sent Beck a text telling him I wouldn’t be returning to the hotel with him, but I couldn’t fathom being apart from Adrian and I knew, somehow, he would find a way to convince me to return to London. Somehow, Beck knew exactly how to make me feel bad enough to trust him. I don’t know where I lost my spine along the way, but I knew I didn’t need to be proper here. I could be me. The woman Adrian fell in love with and that excited me in a way I didn’t quite understand, yet.

“Who’s the girl that keeps death-glaring me?” I asked, keeping my eyes on Fang who moved behind the bar. He carefully looked over at the girls sitting in the corner and sighed.

“Berry.”

“Wait, what?” I almost laughed, but caught myself. “Did her mother hate her?”

Fang laughed. “It’s not her real name, it’s just her club name—well, if I’m being exact, it’s her stripper name.”

“Of course she’s a stripper.”

Fang rolled his eyes. “Judgy.”

“Let me guess…she and Adrian.”

“Oh fuck no,” Fang laughed. “That’s the reason for the devil eyes, Roxy baby. Prez has never fucked one of the club girls, no matter how hard they tried.”

“What? Come on. It’s okay, we’ve been apart for fifteen years, I’m okay with him spreading his wings.”

“Rox…I’m being dead serious. He has never fucked a club girl in all that time. He may have whipped his dick out for one on occasion for a good ol’ blowie, but never actually bedded one.”