Page 9 of Borden 3

“Promise…” I moaned, my fingers dipping into his back as I urged him to fuck me.

“No.”

“Borden…”

He fucked me faster, his grip along my chin bruising as I looked at him through the crack of my eyelids. He looked down once to watch himself fuck me. In and out. In and out. He groaned at the sight, his cock thickening even more.

“Been too soft on you, Doll,” he gritted out. “Too kind.”

I tried to raise my head to kiss him but he let out a harsh laugh. “No,” he reprimanded. “You’ll just lay there while I fuck you. While I use you. I don’t want to hear another word.”

“You can’t shut me up—”

His hold on my chin eased, but only enough to place his thumb inside my mouth. He fucked me even harder now, his eyes flaring. “Every time you want to talk, you fucking bite me, Doll. Put that mouth to better use, hmm?”

I glared at his attempt at silencing me. The challenge shone in his eyes as he raised his brows. His face split though when the pleasure coursed through him at the same time. When the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my wet core was impossible for him to feign indifference to. I realised my power just then. Defiant, I bit him hard, not because I wanted to talk, but because I could retaliate in my own way.

His eyes widened, the pain causing him to stall, but also giving him that spike of adrenaline he chased. I hadn’t bitten through the skin, but there was a warning in my gaze. He chuckled low in his throat, taken by surprise. He replaced his finger with his tongue, kissing me again. I moved my face away, dodging his mouth.

“Doll,” he warned.

“Borden,” I returned.

“Fuck,” he groaned, unable to help himself as he sped up. He lost control. Fucking me so hard and fast, I held on. He paused every few thrusts to grind against my clit. Pleasure burst through me. He enjoyed the sounds I made. Liked to swallow them whole with his tongue wrapped around mine, but he didn’t swallow them. He buried his face into my neck instead, growling at me, “Louder, Doll. I want to hear you scream around my cock.”

The sounds we made only made me wetter. My senses felt heightened. Nothing existed beyond us. His piercing and his hot breaths against my throat and the breathless moans that flooded out of his lungs followed by the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of me—

Giving in, I dug my heels into the mattress and rode through my orgasm.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, slamming into me one more time before he, too, stilled, emptying himself into me. I felt my inner muscles clench around his cock as I hungrily milked him dry, my body desperate for his pleasure.

Breaths ragged, he brushed his nose along my cheekbone, whispering, “I don’t refuse to promise to be stubborn or cruel.”

I looked back at him now, staring into his sky blue eyes. Though satiated and boneless, I whispered back, “It matters to me.”

The glow in his eyes faded. “It won’t happen.”

“Promise me.”

He pulled out of me, surprising me because he was still hard as a rock. The loss of him was too much. I let out a frustrated moan because I could have gone again, but the moment was ruptured. He kicked off his pants and sat on the edge of the bed, his muscled back turned to me. He raked a hand through his hair. He was still panting, but something else was making his heart race.

“I make that sort of promise, and it invites problems,” he murmured finally. “Paranoia.”

“Truth,” I amended. “Not paranoia.”

I could hear the ice in his tone. “No.”

“You are being naive.”

He twisted his head, flashing me a glare. “I spend every minute of my day making sure you and our boy are cared for.”

“I’m not finding fault in that.”

“Jason died because he was impulsive and got into a firefight with a group of alleyway crooks when he should have called for backup.”

I looked away, squirming from his stare. “All the same, I’m simply asking that you choose our son over me if the time came.”

“If the time ever came, it would be my head they want, and I would offer it gladly on a fucking platter if it meant not a single hair atop your head was harmed.” He stood up, ambling back to the dresser. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting the words settle before adding, “We eliminate every faction from ever being born, Emma. If we scent an uprising, we extinguish it, along with every fucking cunt that attempts to dare utter a single word against me.”

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