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“That’s mine now.” He taps the screen. “Every flutter. Every spike. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”
“You’re soaked, Mrs. Quinn. All for me.” “I’m not your property,”
“No? Then why does your body only respond to mine?”
“You trust me?” he asks, his tone gentler now. I nod, chest heaving. “Yes.”
“Good. Because tonight, I’m going to take everything from you.”
Watching my pulse, which is climbing by the second. And when the moment’s right, he presses the tip into my thigh. A small, controlled cut. A droplet of blood wells up, and I moan, because somehow, the pain only makes the pleasure spike.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Bleed for me, wife.”
“Say you missed me.”
“I did,” I gasp, on the edge, legs shaking. “I missed you.”
freeing his huge cock. “Oh shit.” My eyes go wide.
“You weren’t joking. That really is massive,”
“Hmm, mm. And it’s all yours now, baby. Want a taste?”
“Yes, please.” “Please, what?” he asks, moving towards me. “Sir?” He nods.
His hand on the back of my head as he thrusts inside, making me gag. “Good girl, take it.”
“My filthy girl likes her throat being fucked. Good.”
“Breathe for me, temptress. Breathe. You’re doing a perfect job.”
“M-more,” I whisper desperately. “We’ve got plenty of time. This is about me exploring my wife.”
Every moan. All fucking mine.
Her pleasure is being recorded in real time, the final experiment.
She’s finally admitting to herself that she belongs to me. My wife.
I trace the fresh cut across her thigh with my glove, collecting the blood on two fingers and dragging it slowly over her clit. She twitches violently, the monitor going wild. “You hear that?”
“That’s your heart screaming for me, while your body bleeds for me.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip to keep herself from coming. “No,” I growl. “You don’t get to finish until I say.”
“My good girl,” I whisper.
“If you cut me,” I say roughly, “you get to come.”
This isn’t just about me marking her as mine. It’s about her owning me too. This is a marriage, a union in blood.
“I knew you were ripped, but damn. Look at those traps.”
“You mean your leg rests for when I eat you out?”
She cries out as I slam into her, slick and hot and desperate. I grip her hair in one hand, the blood-slicked blade in the other. My teeth find her shoulder, biting down as I fuck her deep and slow.
Her body begs as her screams grow louder. “Come apart for me,” I whisper, pressing the blade flat against her spine. “Bleed and break for your husband.”
The sight before me, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—my blood and hers, on her thighs, on my chest. A fucking masterpiece.
It’s fucked up. All of this. But so are we. And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
“You’re okay. You did so well for me.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“You’re not used to being looked after,”
“No one ever has.”
“You should be,” he says. “You fucking deserve it.”
“Finn. What the hell is that?” I hold it up to inspect it. A thick black band inked across his wedding finger, with a delicate ‘S’ in the middle. “Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is?” He nods. “Permanent as fuck, baby. Would you like a matching
“You’re a psycho, Finn. Why?”
“Because somehow, I wanted to show you how serious I am about this marriage.
That you fuckin’ own me, love. There’s only one way you’re getting your last name back, and that’s by becoming a widow.”
That I’ve been laughing, smiling, and lusting over her. That I care. And that there is no logical explanation other than a tumor. Or some kind of brain-eating disease that’s causing this. Because I’m not built to feel love. And yet, I think I do.
Shit. There’s that pain in my chest again. Just thinking about her drives me crazy. That fuzzy feeling in my head. Her. She is my symptom. My cause. The only fucking drug that will fix me. How do I get my wife to fall in love with me?
“I’m late because I had to pick up my wife.” Their jaws damn near hit the floor. Perfect timing for Charlotte and Hallie to walk up behind them.
“What are we, wife?” I ask. “We’re something not many people can comprehend,”
But that smile on her face? She likes this. It looks natural. And fuck… when Hallie hands her baby Liam to hold, my heart skips. I need to start tracking her cycle. Because I want that.
Hallie most nights if she calls me a good boy.” I nearly choke on my drink. “Good boy? Like a dog?” Conan glares. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it. Letting her take control is hot as fuck.”
“Don’t. I don’t want that mental image burned into my brain.”
Finn makes a beeline for me. His hand lands on the back of my chair as he leans down. “You holding Liam is doing things to me it really shouldn’t,” he murmurs. My cheeks flush. “Oh yeah?”
think it’s time I showed you another kink of mine that I’ve just suddenly decided I have.” I swallow hard, my thighs pressing together. “Now?” “You wanna go?”
