Page 40 of Ruthless Wars

Somehow, as every last inch is forced inside, he’s a perfect fit, and I’m racing to oblivion.

The man is an absolute sadist, dragging himself out slowly until my whimpers turn to cries as I instantly miss the fullness of him. Then he rushes back in. Stronger and with equal parts force and control, he pounds me harder, building the pleasure, thrust by thrust.

Like a fucking god.

Literally.

After another agonizing slide out and hard shove in, I erupt in shudders of pleasure so fierce, my legs are buckling and I’m quivering.

Coop releases my wrists and wraps an arm tightly around me as he lays tender kisses on my cheek and neck.

I’m left panting as I struggle for air. “Don’t let go.” I brace a hand against the wall, my legs still wobbly. “I don’t think I can stand after that.”

“You won’t have to,” he says low, his chest heaving. “Ready for more?” With a nibble on my shoulder, he waits for a nod before pulling out.

He drops his jacket to the floor, and I’m gently laid on it. His kisses start slow but turn ravenous. Hungry.

Slowly, he trails his hot tongue over my collarbone and to my nipple, teasing the outside of it before sucking it hard into his mouth.

My legs wrap around him, and he presses in, shoving all of his length inside at once. Then he pumps, slower. Deeper.

I love when Coop’s fucking me hard. Taking me savagely. But this? This is better. Different. Relaxing in the muscular hold of his powerful thrusts, I’m completely giving in to him. Letting him worship and adore every inch of my body with his tongue and lips. It’s everything.

“Hang on,” he says with a seductive glint in his eyes. “This room is soundproof, isn’t it?”

As I peer up at him, my lids are heavy and my smile slight, but I nod.

“Good. Because you’re mine, Margot. You still haven’t said it, and I’m fucking you until you do.” He rocks slowly against my hips, making me feel every thick inch of his length drag in and out of me. “Say it.”

Each thrust sends me further and further into my own selfish wants and needs. And right now, I want Liam Cooper Byrne to ride me until I damn near pass out.

“Make me,” I say barely above a whisper, daring him.

Coop huffs out a laugh before ramming his body into mine, forcing his full length in over and over again.

I’m moaning, crying out his name, and praying that the room really is soundproof. But just as the orgasm rips through me, I say it.

“I’m yours.”

His hips buck, jolting hard. His body shakes, and his rod pulses hard as he releases, crashing his body into mine.

My hand smooths across the fabric of his shirt. I’ve memorized every line and curve beneath, but the allure is still there. Wanting to see every part of him, from his chiseled chest to his carved abs. Breathless, I smile, thinking of the cut of the muscular V that runs along the inside of his hips like an arrow.

Unsettled, I dart a glare at him.

“What?” He heaves out the word with a smile, panting through his own cooldown, but comfortable keeping me in his hold.

Licking my lips, I meet his eyes. “Next time, you’re naked.”

Leaning his forehead to mine, he whispers, “Whatever you say, boss.”

After the endless moments of catching my breath, I barely notice Coop’s stealthy escape until he returns, condom-free and refreshed with a supremely satisfied smile.

I can’t hide the slight squeal as he lifts me to my feet, frowning as his gaze drifts over me.

“What?” I ask, smiling as I slide my dress back on. “Disappointed I’m dressed?”

“No.” Shrugging, he muses aloud. “Not as disappointed as you’ll be when I tear that dress off you later. But I’m wondering ... what’s the plan?”

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