Page 188 of Seizing Control: Part One

“Every barb, the bar at the top, they hurt, don’t they?”

“God, yes.” After filling my wife, I withdraw to the tip then punt my hips upward, making her whisper-yell, “Carter… I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby. You can take me. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“God. Yes.” I collar her throat and band my other arm around her back. Holding Cherub tight, I fuck her hard. Thrust after thrust, I take out every skerrick of worry and rage my altercation with my brother has set free on her pussy. “Carter. Carter. I’m gonna?—”

The strangled sound that falls from her lips as I choke her is beautiful.

Her stunning face takes on a red tinge that turns ashen as I rut from beneath her like a beast. Gaze locked on mine, her eyelids flutter shut and her body melts in my constricting embrace when her own lust catches alight. I plunge my cock into my wife’s wet heat, luxuriating over every surge as her pussy’s tight grip on my dick.

When her orgasm starts, I loosen my grip on my duchess’ throat.

Cherub’s eyes open.

She smiles.

A ghostly sight that is filled with love.

I lose the final vestiges of my control.

Drown madly in her eyes.

I use my other hand to cup her nape.

My soul screams at me not to do it.

Ignoring the peril, I bring her forehead to mine.

“You love me most, baby.”

It’s not a question, but a statement.

Because I will break my wife to save myself.

“He left you… I’m the one who stayed.”

My duchess whimpers through her climax.

She shakes her head to deny my irrefutable truth.

Tears stream down her cheeks as I reach my own release.

Staccato pumps.

Painful thrusts.

I force her to stay with me when she tries to pull away.

“You wanted my darkness, wife… well, here it is.” I brush my lips over hers, then tighten my fingers around her nape and her throat. My hands anchor Cherub in place, make her absorb my savagery as I fill her with cum at the same time as I strip her heart bare. “The same hands around your neck—the same hands that you trust with your life—strangled Jenna to death. The same dick inside of you has been inside every cut slut at the compound. The body you’re clinging to houses a heart that beats only for you, even as it half-hates you for lovin’ him first. This voice is filled with delight when it tells you I’m happy Venom’s dead. My soul, intangible as it may be, embraces the darkness in me because that’s when you’re fully mine. I’m not a good man, baby, and I never will be.” Cherub whimpers and thrashes against me. I press a kiss to her forehead, then bring my mouth level with her right ear. “But I’m your man, and that’s the only thing that matters.”

The final waves of lust that crash through me make my head spin. I’m awash with the need to cherish my wife and break her at the same time. It’s an animalistic instinct. My need to keep her safe from the wolves that hunt her when I’m the biggest wolf of them all.

Lazarus can return from the dead.

He can steal her away.

I’ll find her.

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