Page 58 of Wanted
It was just a flash and done, but the lingering sting of that searing heat remained, flaring hotter the way spankings so often did, before just as swiftly dying back to nothing but a tingle.
Releasing her head, he pulled out of her mouth. Before she could catch her breath, he had the glass cock ripped from her body and was up on the table with her.
She tried to get her knees under her, but he swatted her bottom and straddled her thighs. The hard jab of his prodding cock nudged against her ass as she grabbed the table.
Yanking her head back with her own hair, he said hot against her ear, “Take it and cum.”
He shoved, and she did, shouting as she came.
He broke her, but he did it beautifully. Savagely. ‘Bum’ leg or not. Claiming this last part of her like exactly what he was, the man she now belonged to.
A man worth having.
A man who truly wanted her.
Epilogue
“What if it didn’t work?” Anna fretted, sitting on the courthouse bench outside the courtroom her case had been assigned to. She wasn’t just nervous. She was beyond nervous. “What if nothing I said mattered?”
Sitting next to her, Marcus was the epitome of relaxation as he waited for the attorneys to emerge and announce the outcome. “What did I say the last six times you asked that?”
She couldn’t remember.
No, that wasn’t true. She remembered, she just didn’t like the answer.
“That we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” She buried her face in both hands.
Her meeting with the judge had been, hands down, the scariest moment of her life. She was seventeen whole pounds heavier and healthier than the hospital records showed. She’d started seeing a real, licensed therapist—one Dr. Madeline Parrish, another Black Light member who was far easier to talk to than Anna ever would have imagined. She was dressing herself, and had even managed a shopping trip without hyperventilating. Marcus assured her she was a lot more confident, too, although she didn’t always agree with that assessment. All week long, she’d felt as if she were marching toward this moment through a field full of landmines.
It had been almost an hour since the judge had pulled her into his private chambers. What if she’d said the wrong things to him… looked nervous at the wrong time… done something that made him think her responses were scripted—because she and Marcus had practiced for this. What if she lost?
Would they make her move out of Marcus’s house? Would she have to take her collar off for good, and not just for the duration of time she was spending now in the courthouse? Would they let her get her collar out of the glove box in his car before they took her away?
That she could lose not only her freedom but Marcus too, was real. And it was terrifying.
“Want to go for a walk on the beach?” Marcus asked, a font of infinite patience… at least when his Dom buttons weren’t being pushed.
Dropping her hands back into her lap, she sighed and settled back on the bench. She wasn’t sure even meditation was going to help today, but she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
“We’re walking side by side on a white sandy beach,” he began, his broad fingers brushing hers as he took her hand in his. “The sun is warm on our shoulders. A comfortable wind plays in your beautiful blonde hair, and your hand is in mine. You feel warm, and safe. Because you’ll never be anything else when you’re with me.”
Her eyes opening, her nervous heart now pounding in her chest for a completely different reason, Anna looked at him.
“Do you know I love you?” he asked softly. Not that it mattered. Courthouses were made to echo and everyone sitting in on the benches in this hall couldn’t help but overhear him, not that he seemed to care. “Do you, Anna?”
She nodded, tiny quick jerks of her head. “Yes. I love you too. I do.”
“You know what happens when you say that to a man who feels this deeply about you?”
Her heart was hammering in her throat. She shook her head.
Leaning sideways towards her, Marcus lowered his voice for her and her alone. “He stays with you for the rest of his life.”
Anna breathed in, what felt like the first breath she’d taken all day long. She opened her mouth, but stopped when the door to the courtroom beside them opened and out stepped her lawyer.
“Congratulations,” he said with a grin, and if he said anything else after that, she didn’t hear it.
All the fear, all the stress, all the worst ‘what ifs’ that her treacherous brain could come up with—none of it mattered. Letting out a shriek of pure joy, Anna threw herself into Marcus’s arms.
