Page 87 of Shattered Empire (Shattered World)

Whatever. My mind didn’t seem to care any longer when one hand drifted behind my neck, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed when he pulled back. “You taste so good.” He nipped at my earlobe. “Just like I remember.”

“Stop talking and fuck me,” I snarled, thrusting my hips against his jean-clad erection. He chuckled darkly.

“You don’t make the choices here, Red.” His voice dipped seductively low, and a spark of desire shot straight through me. I shivered. “I might need to remind you of who owns you.”

“No one owns me.”

Yeah, that might have sounded more believable if it hadn’t come out like a breathy moan. In my defense, his hand had slid into my jeans and sunk directly into my pussy. I hadn’t felt him pop the button to them.

Fuck, I was already soaking, and the smug grin that stretched across his face told me he knew it, too.

Suddenly, he removed his fingers from my aching pussy and flipped me around, pressing me against the trunk of my father’s car. Seconds later, his fingers returned to their original position as he placed a hot kiss to my shoulder blade. I bucked against his hand, desperate for more, but I wasn’t in control here. Just how he wanted it to be.

Matthias’s hard length was crushed against my lower back, and I salivated at the thought of having his cock stuffed inside me, replacing his fingers. Unfortunately, he seemed content to keep the slow, torturous pace of his finger banging. So I did what any woman would do. I reached my hand back and rubbed his length.

He stiffened but didn’t stop teasing me with his fingers.

“Come one, wolfie,” I egged him on, applying just a little more pressure. He groaned and scraped his teeth over my neck. “Show me what you say I’ve been missing.” I screamed when his free hand twisted my right nipple harshly.

“This is my show, baby.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Fucking hell,” he muttered to himself when I squeezed him tightly again. Matthias could have easily removed my hand and kept it immobile, but he hadn’t. That was something to file away for later for future Ava to deal with.

His withdrew his fingers again and shucked my jeans and underwear down to pool at my ankles. “Put your hands on the trunk, baby,” he commanded, “and don’t move them.”

My pussy clenched at the low tone in his voice and the hint of punishment he laced into it. The Ferrari trunk was slightly higher and squarer than the hood. The noise of the rain dropping against the car and the howling wind through the open grass and tree-lined forest knocked out any subtle sounds.

The sensory deprivation had my body on edge, waiting for his next move. It wasn’t until Matthias’s hard cock stroked against my clit that I realized he had undone his pants.

“Matthias,” I whimpered, pushing back against him, begging him to fill me. The fucker chuckled, then slapped my ass. I’m not ashamed to say that I moaned like a wanton whore as he did it again and again until my ass was no doubt a pretty shade of cherry red. The heat of my ass was intensified by the icy raindrops, providing that needed bite of pain.

He filled me with one forceful thrust, making me scream out his name. Matthias didn’t give me any time to adjust before he grabbed my hips and started fucking me with reckless abandon.

His body slammed into mine again and again, his massive cock stretching me as he struck my ass, groaning as my cunt pulsed around him.

“You love that, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear. “My dirty Little Red loves having her ass spanked.”

Fuck.

“It’s been too long, baby,” he groaned. “This isn’t going to be long.” Which was perfectly fine with me. I was already standing at the edge of a precipice, and when he tweaked my nipple through my drenched silk shirt, I cracked.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed in my ear. “Taking me like a fucking champ.”

“Matthias.” I could barely get his name out before he pinched my oversensitive clit and sent me spiraling over the edge again, bringing him along with me. We fell, shattering against the rocks into a million pieces, just like our marriage. Our love. We were never meant to be, and I knew that.

“I love it when you scream my name,” he breathed. “Moan it. Curse it. You’re mine, Ava Dashkov and I will prove that to you repeatedly until you believe it.”

“You don’t need to prove it,” I whispered brokenly. “Because it’s never going to happen, Matthias. You broke me, and there isn’t any way I’m going to allow you to do it again.”

“We’ll see about that, my little psycho.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. We stood, leaning against one another, relishing in each other’s warmth as the rain continued to pour down around us, our breaths heavy and ragged. I leaned my head against one of the arms bracketing me and just let myself relish the fact that he was alive.

With a reluctant sigh, he withdrew, tucking himself away. He bent down and shimmied my panties and jeans up my legs, buttoning me back in place. The evidence of our union lost in the deluge around us.

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