Page 6 of Vengeance

“Couldn’t you tell how ready I was?” she asks.

Ever since they moved to Black Valley, she’s become bolder. So bold. It’s the best she’s ever been, and no matter how bad things with the club get, he can’t regret moving out here. Not when his wife has finally found herself. But lately, something seems off. Psycho just doesn’t know what or how to ask her because he can’t define it. It’s just an air about her.

Slamming into her, she moans in what sounds like pain, but she continues to smile while locking her eyes with him. Again and again, he slides into her tight heat, and her hands reach up to brace herself on the wall where a headboard used to be. The headboard he removed when she decided she wanted to try something new because it sounded like he was breaking down the damned wall.

“Yes, Carson. Yes!”

Her small chest bounces with each thrust, and he reaches a hand to cup one, manhandling it as he rolls her nipple between his fingers. “Fuck, Lacey, I’m gonna come.”

“I’m so close,” she moans.

Three more thrusts, and she cries out while he growls and finds his release inside her. After the many miscarriages they had, Psycho normally uses protection or pulls out, but when she wants to fuck instead of make love, he doesn’t have the same control or forethought. So far, though, there have been no issues.

He slides out of her and lays next to her, pulling her against him. Her eyes look up at him, and she asks, “Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?”

“Being a little rough?”

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me a little.”

Nodding, Lacey looks down at their feet, hers wearing fuzzy, purple socks and his bare. “You don’t trust I’ll tell you if it goes too far.”

“No, baby, I don’t. Because you love me, I know you’ll let me do whatever, but it’s also that I don’t trust me. I don’t trust that I have the self-control I hope I do, because if I ever hurt you, I would never forgive myself.”

Her hands cup his face. “Nothing you can do will ever be too far, Carson. I trust you within everything in me, and I want all of you. I want to be what you need.”

Psycho kisses her as her words set off small alarm bells in his head. “You are. You are what I need, and I love you so damn much, Lacey.”

“I want anything you’re willing to give me. And vice versa. Anything you want, I’ll do it. Anything.”

His eyes narrow, and he looks down at her face, but she avoids looking at him. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I want to see what it’s like. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you.”

“Why?”

“Because then you’ll stop.”

Her comment makes him chuckle even though his pulse quickens to what feels like a dangerous speed. “No, why do you want to try it?”

Shrugging, she won’t look at him. “I don’t want you to get bored.”

The alarm bells ring louder now. “Lacey, look at me.” When she does, he looks into her eyes. “Is it really something you want, or is it something you think you want because you’re worried about something else?”

“I’m not like the other women. They can do and give you things I normally don’t. I don’t want to lose you because I can’t-”

“Is that why you want it rough? As rough as I’m willing to give you?”

His blood runs cold. Has his wife been lying and telling him she wants something she doesn’t because she thinks he needs it? Or worse – that he wants it and will go elsewhere for it?

“I like that,” she assures him. “But sometimes, I don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough. That I don’t give you enough.”

“What have I done to make you feel that way?”

Licking her lips, she looks at the wall. His heart drops to his stomach, and he thinks he might pass out.

“Sometimes, when we have sex, you seem bored and distracted. Preoccupied, maybe? I mean, you usually get the job done, but it doesn’t always feel like your heart is in it. And if your heart isn’t in it... I don’t know. It seems like maybe you need something more exciting.”

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