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I like pretty broken things.
There's darkness in those blue eyes, brutality in his face, everything about him screams danger, from the sharp lines of his cheeks and jaw, to the dark mess of hair on his head. He is death in a suit and pain with a smile. A tremor works through me.
hate crying. What was the point in tears really, when all they do is make your eyes sore and your face wet. They didn't take away the pain, they just showed everyone your vulnerabilities and weaknesses.
Sweet little Olivia. Fuck, she’s going to be fun to rile.
“I am going to make your life hell. Miserable. You’re going to regret ever thinking you’re going to get a quiet, obedient little wife with me.”
But then he is a criminal, isn’t he? He has eyes everywhere. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d had me investigated. Fuck, I’m about to marry a monster.
“If a day comes when I tell you I have feelings for him, put me out my misery. I will never,” I meet her eyes, showing her how serious I am, “Never, fall in love with him.”
“It will be a cold day in hell when I want a man like you.”
I’m a simple man at heart and the sight of a plump round ass will leave me a little dumb.
“Kitten, I’ve no problem throwing you over my shoulder to get you to the altar. You’re mine, no matter which way I have to make it happen.”
“You are breathtaking,” I tell her.
She tastes like devastation, like the sweetest ruin, and I’m starving for her. She makes it damn hard to breathe.
“When you give yourself up to me, when I have you spread beneath me, naked, wet, and panting, I’ll remember every moment you defied me. Every challenge you threw at my feet, and I’ll deliver it back.” She stiffens under me, “Your ass will be sore, your cunt throbbing but I won’t stop, even when you beg me to.”
“If it’s not fear making you shake, kitten, please enlighten me to what it is you’re feeling right now that is making your body tremble so badly.”
It’s a heady mix and a somewhat primal feeling blooms in my chest. My woman. My wife. Smelling like me.
“You are the most irritating woman I have ever met.” “Aw,” I pout and look over my shoulder, fluttering my lashes at him, “Thank you.”
“I can feel you staring.” “Goodbye Malakai.” I snap back at him and then all I’m left with is the lingering echo of his chuckle.
“Never be ashamed, Olivia. I’ve never seen something quite as beautiful as you pleasuring yourself.”
“Let me know when you do it again,” I push, “I’ll pull up a chair to get a better view. See how pink and wet you are.”
“There will be no hate fucking or fucking at all.” “Mmhmm, if you say so.”
I may not have the sway he does or the power, but I can be a petty bitch. And I’m okay with that.
Who knew it would be a pair of grey sweats that caught her attention?
Every woman in existence
Having Olivia is both a gift and a curse.
There’s a reason the devil is beautiful, he likes to lure you in with pretty promises and a dazzling smile only to eat your soul when you end up in his grasp.
“One fucking day, I’m going to punish you for pushing me. Have you spread across my lap as I tan your ass red.”
“You’d like it wouldn’t you?” He purrs, “Having my handprint on your pretty ass. Would you be dripping, Olivia? Like you’re soaking your panties right now?”
“Sorry, do you want me to bark too?” She snaps at me. “No, but I wouldn’t mind you crawling.”
he had left with a stern, “don’t fuck with my shit.” So naturally, I’m fucking with his shit.
“Since you’re so interested in my size, kitten,” I rasp, kicking out a leg, “Why don’t you come check it yourself. See if it’ll fit.”
“Look at you being a good girl right now,” I praise her, “Such a shame you couldn’t be a good girl for me before. Good girls get rewards, bad girls choke on my cock.”
“You’ll never fucking escape me,” I grasp her thighs and yank her toward me, slamming forward at the same time, “You’re fucking mine, Olivia.”
“I hate you!” She hisses but then moans, so damn prettily. “Yeah?” Thrust, “You hate it when I’m fucking you like this?” Thrust. “You hate it when I fill you up and stretch this tight fucking cunt full of my cock?”
“Fuck you, Malakai.” “You are, darling,”
“You’re fucking mine now, Olivia. Mine.”
“No fucking man matters now, Olivia. It does not matter who has been between these legs anymore, it’s just fucking me. I own this cunt, this body. I own your fucking soul, Olivia.”
“What a dirty little slut you can be, Olivia,” his hand squeezes punishingly against my ass cheek, “You want me to treat you like my whore, kitten?”
“I’m not done with you, kitten,” He warns in a low voice, “Not fucking done at all.”
Her body is a work of art, so finely constructed, not a single part has been missed. She’s devastatingly stunning, from her big doe eyes to the soft curves and long legs. She is perfection in human form, a feast for my eyes and a delicacy on my tongue.
“Give me what I want,” I roll the tip of my thumb against her, teasing her, “And I’ll give you my cock, baby. I’ll fill up this needy little cunt just like you want.”
“You look at me when I fuck you, Olivia,” I tell her.
“No one else will ever see you like this,” I rasp, looking down to where I’m buried in her body, “You are mine. Mine to fuck. To please.”
“You’re so beautiful, Olivia.” I tell her, “So perfect.”
“You may not care about me, kitten,” His chest rumbles, “But I’m certainly finding I care an awful lot about you, certainly more than I ever expected I would.”
“You’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you,”
“My needy little wife,”
“Be a good boy,” She pats my hand, “And try not to think about all the men getting an eyeful of my tits, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me again.” “Olivia,” I rasp. “Have the day you deserve, Malakai.”
“Yes, I’ve thought about fucking you.” He admits. “And if you’ve eaten. Or had water. I’ve nearly fucking lost my mind thinking about another man being near you when you’re wearing this fucking outfit. And I was watching the damn clock, waiting for you to get home just so I could fucking see you.”
“I want no one but you and I haven’t wanted anyone else since we made this arrangement weeks ago.”
“What will it be, kitten?” He rasps, “Let you go or let me fuck this attitude out of you?” “You’ll never be able to fuck the attitude out of me,” I push back on him. “You’re probably right,” His teeth scrape threateningly across my neck, “But it’ll be fun to try.”
“Run.” I growl out. The humor fades, “What?” “Run, Olivia.” I switch the car off. “If I catch you, I’ll tan your ass so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.” “Malakai,” she reaches for the handle but doesn’t get out. “Now, Olivia.”
