One Night (The Sullivan Family, #4)

by Lena Hendrix

When he looked down at me, his eyes revealed one thing. Possession.

“When I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if they didn’t hear you screaming my name.”

“If you need it rough and dirty, I can give that to you. I swear I can give you everything you’ll ever need.”

I didn’t want hearts and flowers and promises. I wanted him.

“I’ve been dreaming about your tight, wet cunt for weeks. Every night I come with my dick in my hands and your name on my lips.”

Finally, his deep voice broke through the silence. “You know you can do this, right?” I looked at him, questioning. “You’re stronger than you think. You don’t need anybody. But what I’m telling you is you don’t have to do it alone.”

“Do it. I don’t want soft right now. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you can’t get enough of me.”

“Mine.” The word slipped from my lips as I fucked her. “You’re mine.” Her grip tightened on the back of my neck, and she didn’t break eye contact. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”

And in the midst of all the drama and whispered rumors, I realized that this laughter, this genuine connection, was the real magic that had the power to bridge even the widest divides.

“You want to know another secret?” Desire raced through me. “Yes.” “I never danced before, because I could never dance with you.”

“You want to watch me fuck you hard.” “Yes. I want it.” “Good girl. I’m going to let you watch while I fill you and bring you to the edge before letting you come.” I

“Goddamn, you are so fucking perfect. I want you to see how we fit. How we were made for each other.”

“Loving her is like breathing.”

“I choose you over anyone else, in any circumstance, for the rest of my life. You will always know what it means to be loved by a man like me. I promise.”