Page 103 of In the Dark

“I’m in control, right? Maybe I should take you how I want you.”

I didn’t give him time to tell me it wasn’t a good idea. I grabbed his neck instead, squeezing his windpipe so he wouldn’t say anything while I used my other hand to hold the headboard as leverage. I rocked up and down on him hard and fast, using my weight, my muscle, my whole body to fuck him just how I wanted.

He filled me up, stretching me just right every single time I dropped down viciously on him. I saw how his eyes darkened, felt his neck tighten as my pussy came down on him. I clenched around him, and he roared as his come filled me up just as I orgasmed on him. I dragged my hands down his chest, my nails scraping at the cuts he already had from me, creating more.

Marking him as mine. And in that moment, he was mine. His mind. His body. His come.

All mine.

I collapsed on him and curled around him, breathing fast. And he let me lie there for as long as I needed, his hands caressing every part of me like I belonged to him too. “Remind me to let you take control more often.”

I hummed at his comment. “More fun my way.”

“Your way is avoidance, which I’m only happy to do for you for so long.”

I bit my lip and knew I had to give him what he wanted. So I pushed myself up, and my pussy pulsed with his cock still so big inside me as I wiggled on him. Running my hands over his abs, I rolled my lips between my teeth so I didn’t salivate on the man.

God, I was becoming a whore for the future husband I wasn’t even supposed to like.

“Keep looking at me that way, Jas, and we’re going to have a hard time ever leaving this room.”

“Who says I want to leave it?” I raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled when he groaned.

Then, his large, rough hands were gripping my hips so softly, like he didn’t want to hurt me, like I hadn’t just torn the crap out of his abs.

“I can’t focus with you on me.”

“Don’t recall saying I wanted you to focus either.” He lifted me off him and set me on the sheets beside us.

“Of course you don’t. You want me to forget someone tried to kill you even knowing you were promised to me. And you hid it from me this whole time, which quite frankly, in my book, is you lying.”

“You’re mad. I get that.”

“Mad at you? Because you didn’t tell me? Of course I’m fucking mad.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. That couldn’t possibly be the only reason.

“Oh, you think I’m mad that you tried to latch your family to mine without telling me you were in danger?” He chuckled. “Jas, your family’s always in danger, and so are you. It’s not a secret. It’s a fact. Had I known earlier, we could have figured it out.”

That wasn’t the reason either.

“Right. Well, I don’t have a name for you, Callahan. We never found out who did it. Like I said, there were other, more important issues—”

“Your family should have figured it out the night it happened,” he said quite loudly. “What do you think they came for?”

That was an odd question for him to ask. “Money, probably. We were all supposed to go to the bar after gathering for my uncle’s funeral reception. They thought the house would be empty, I’m sure—”

“Not to hurt you?”

“Why would it be about me?”

“Because you’re about to marry me, Jasmina, and have my babies. Who wouldn’t want that to happen?”

“I mean, a lot of people … Fitzpatrick being at the top of my list.”

“And he’s about to be crossed off mine … one way or another.”

“Don’t make waves or start wars until we know for sure, Callahan,” I told him, and his eyes darkened, but I said, “Listen to me with this. For me, Callahan. Let him come to the wedding, let him accept or reject our families merging before we cause more problems. I lost my uncle and ten men … losing more isn’t worth it if it can be stopped.”