The Skull Crusher (Skull #2)

by Penelope Sky

Now that the pleasure had passed, reality hit me hard. I’d given in to my desire and fucked this man as hard as he fucked me. Truth be told, I missed it so much. I missed the intimacy, the connection. Maybe it was just sex, but it was the strongest human relationship I’d had in years. It was a way for me to vent my frustrations, a way for me to feel like a beautiful woman with needs. He was still an escape—even if he was my prison.

You were playful, mysterious. You’re the most desirable woman in the world. Why else would Lucian make you his wife? He didn’t have to take a spouse. He could have just had you as another mistress. You were too valuable of a prize not to claim. Now when I fuck you, I feel like I’m screwing a very talented virgin, someone so enthused it’s like their first time. You pull me up against the car and ask me to fuck you underneath the night sky even though I already made you come several times. You’re voracious, insatiable. You’re the kind of woman that makes me feel like a man.”

“All I have to do is pin you down and kiss that delicious pussy of yours, and you’ll be begging me to fuck you. Word of advice from an experienced leader, don’t make empty threats. It just makes you look weak when you cave.”