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My body bows as he tightens his grip. I’m sure that there are going to be bruises on my skin in the morning, but it only excites me more.

I shouldn’t like the thought of wearing his mark, but there’s a dark part of me that likes other people knowing I belong to someone.

He slams into me with one smooth motion, his hips pistoning as he buries himself deep inside me. My pussy clamps down around him, inner walls pulsing as his cock fills me, stretching me to my limits.

“Fuck, that feels so good. More, please.” I’m begging, again, and I hate it, but I need every inch of him that I can get. I never had such crazy, mind-blowing sex before, and I don’t think anyone else will ever be able to fill his shoes, or rather fill me like he does.

I want to ruin him too, but I don’t think I’m going to get the chance tonight.

“Your pussy is so tight. It’s mine now. Feels like it was made for me.” He rolls his hips, driving against a spot I didn’t even know existed.

Hooking my legs around his hips, I try to pull myself closer to him, meeting him thrust for thrust as I start to lose all feeling over my body.

My limbs are numb as he pulls out and slams back in, moving faster until I’m clutching his hands, thrashing against the bed as I come.

“Fuck, yes. Give it to me, Pearl. Comer all over my cock.” He groans, each stroke slowing as his erection stiffens.

He comes, spilling his seed inside me, keeping himself sheathed until he’s given me every drop. When he slides out, he takes his time, my hands still captive in his grasp. As he pulls away, he looks down at me, sweat dripping down his skin and making the black ink glisten.

“You are fucking gorgeous, but I think you need to cool down little vixen.” He says playfully.

He leans over, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder. His big hand lands on my ass so hard it must be glowing. I giggle as he walks us to the bathroom. When he puts me down in the shower, I’m glad I allowed myself a night with him.

Tomorrow, he can go back to being the man I’m going to kill.

Tonight, he’s the man who's going to fuck me senseless, and I can’t wait.

Chapter 15 - Maxim

Pearl sits in bed next to me the morning after our wedding, wearing nothing but one of my old shirts. The collar hangs loose around her slender shoulders. The hem falls to the middle of her thigh. Her hair is a mess, looking like my hands have run through it a million times.

I don't think she's ever looked more beautiful.

She scrolls on her phone, reading something. Not once does her gaze dart over to me as I shift over and put my hand on her thigh.

“What are you reading?” I ask, my voice scratchy with sleep. I clear my throat and sit up beside her, leaning back against the headboard.

“A medical journal that was just published last night has to do with the medications to looking at controlling diabetes with and the technology they're using to measure blood sugar.”

Not for the first time, I'm struck with how brilliant she is. I still don't know what a woman like her was doing working as an escort.

There are still so many pieces of the puzzle missing, and she's as secretive as ever.

I study her for a moment, looking at the sloping line of her neck and the small button nose. “Your name isn’t Wilson.”

She fumbles the phone dropping it into her lap, her eyes narrowing, and she looks at me. “It's not.”

“When were you planning on telling me?”

“We're married now. I didn't think I need to tell you my last name ever again. It's Orlov now, isn't it?”

“Trying to be a smartass isn't going to get you out of lying to me. What's your real last name?”

“What does it matter? The man whose name I carried when I was younger is dead. And so is his last name.”

The pain in her eyes sends a sharp piercing ache to my heart. I know she’s avoiding my questions about her past, trying to slither her way out like a snake. But I’m as stubborn as they come, and I won’t let her get away, not this time.

“You went to live in a group home at fifteen? Why?” I cross my arms, fixating her eyes, making sure she can't look away, watching for any sign that she's lying to me.

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