Page 85 of Reckless Vow

My resolve hardens, and with a burst of energy, I close the distance and lunge at her. She yelps and tries to wiggle out of my grasp, but this time I have both my arms around her.

She kicks at me as I carry her to the bed. I drop her and immediately cover her with my body.

She lies on her stomach, trapped under me, fighting like a lioness.

My good girl.

She elbows me in the ribs, and I groan and twist her arms behind her, trapping them between us.

I kick her knees apart, gaining me better access. She struggles under me, but slowly loses her energy.

Holding both her wrists in one hand, I use the other to pull a condom from my pocket, unzip my pants and release my painfully stiff cock.

But I can’t completely obey her wishes, and I first probe her with my fingers between her folds.

Fuck, she is wet.

Despite her struggling against me, I somehow sheath myself, lift her hips and drive into her with such force that it propels her forward.

I piston in and out of her with a punishing tempo. Like I can fuck the memories from her. From me.

Like I can chase not only my release, but all the demons with every brutal thrust. Savage attack. Redeeming push.

“Harder,” Brook cries, bracing her hand on the headboard.

My fingers are bruising her hips. Our skin glistens with perspiration. The slap of our bodies echoes through the room.

And then she tightens around me, her heat gripping my cock tight. And with my name on her lips, she comes, and I follow shortly after.

I collapse beside her, and our eyes lock. Spent and beautiful, she stares at me with a ghost of a smile lingering on her flushed face.

I’m spent and angry. But I keep the sizzling fire under control, because right now I can’t leave her here. I’ll wage my war later.

I should say something. I want to make sure she is okay.

Instead, I close my eyes, because this night has changed too much, and all the pieces are only now slowly settling in.

We’ve just redefined our mutual language, and I have no words. I’m not sure if I can… if I want to speak.

Chapter24

Brook

“Please, Baldo.” I writhe under him, desperately seeking release.

It’s like he decided to catch me up on all the orgasms I haven’t had. After the first cathartic fuck, Baldo brought me to the brink three more times.

But the man is a master of edging, and I now understand what he meant when he said I might beg him to stop.

I don’t even know what I’m pleading for right now.

He’s relaxed by my side, his head propped in his hand and his cock pressed against my thigh. But it’s like he doesn’t care about that steel rod at all. He’s just leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of me.

“Please what, baby?” he rasps, and I’m glad for the effort in his words. He might look like he’s just chilling beside me, but he’s struggling to keep control.

I thrash my hips, trying to find more friction, or perhaps hoping to escape it. I don’t even know anymore what would be better.

Skittlesis on my tongue, but instead I cry out, “Just make me come, for fuck’s sake.”

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