Page 67 of Red

“Please…” Her words stuck in her throat when he thrust hard, not stopping until his balls smacked against her pussy.

She sucked in a long breath and pushed up from the floor.

“Down,” he ordered, tugging the belt until she moved back into position. “You’ll take this fucking however I give it to you, do you understand?”

“Yes!” But she wiggled her ass, signaling she wanted more, completely contradicting her statement. If his cock hadn’t been so damn happy inside her pussy, he might have taken exception to her slight disobedience.

“Fuck.” He held the end of the belt, careful not to pull against her throat, and thrust into her again and again.

Her groans of pleasure mixed with his guttural grunts as his cock continued to plow into her hot cunt. His fingers dug into her hip.

“Oh! Erik!” She slapped the floor with her hand.

“You want your little clit played with,” he said between puffs of air. Fucking her mimicked what walking through the gardens of Heaven must feel like. “Go on, touch yourself. Play with your clit while I fuck you.”

She lifted one hand and slid it beneath herself. Her fingers found her clit, but only after brushing against his cock as he plowed forward.

Her pussy clenched harder around his cock, sucking him closer to the edge. The very place he’d threatened to take her and yank her away from.

“Harder, Red. Harder.” He let go of the belt to use both hands to hold her ass, dragging her toward him as he plowed forward.

Her ass tensed a split moment before she unleashed a howling scream. She bucked back at him, riding him as much as much as he was her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He yanked her ass harder and thrust once more, fully embedding his cock in her pussy as his orgasm ripped through him, shredding every ounce of control he held.

Her body shuddered beneath him. He undid the belt from her neck, and rolled to the floor beside her, pulling her closer to him.

“Fuck, Melinda,” he whispered as she flipped to her other side and buried her face in his chest. He held her fast to him, pressing soft kisses to her head.

“You weren’t supposed to be so damn perfect,” he whispered into the air.

Chapter 24

Melinda zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder while popping the last bite of a croissant into her mouth.

“Sure, you don’t want some eggs, hon? I don’t mind making a batch,” Marianne said for the third time since Melinda had breezed into the kitchen. She’d slept like the dead and straight through her alarm.

“No time. Sorry. I have to meet with Erik’s attorney in twenty minutes, and I’m already going to be late.”

“He’s your attorney now, too,” Erik said, entering the kitchen with an empty coffee cup in hand.

He had gotten up before Melinda, leaving his side of the bed cool and empty. Though, his tousled hair and his usual suit, having been traded for a pair of well-fitting jeans and a black T-shirt, gave her the impression he’d slept through his own alarm as well.

He waved Marianne away and poured himself a cup of coffee. A thick lock of hair fell over his forehead, nearly covering his right eye. It gave him a boyish look, definitely less scary, but not any less dangerous if the flip-flops of her stomach could be trusted.

“I suppose he is.” Melinda cleared her throat. “I noticed my car is in the garage.”

He stirred his coffee. “It’s been at the mechanic. Ian brought it back yesterday.” He took a sip and leveled his stare on her. “You don’t take great care of your car. The engine light was on, and two of the tires were low on air.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “It just needed an oil change, and it’s winter.”

He laughed, a throaty sound sending a tingle to all of the right spots of her body.

“It needed more than an oil change, and I’m not sure what winter has to do with your tires being low, but it’s all been fixed.” He turned, leaning against the counter and crossing an ankle over the other. The dark swirls of his tattoo ran down the length of his arm. She hadn’t taken the time to really look at it until that moment. Maybe him being so casual, so non-threatening meant she could let down some of her guard.

Unable to make out the whole design she, stepped over to him and pushed up the rest of his sleeve. She traced the intricate design of a wolf standing over a pack. Other smaller designs and symbols rained down his arm, but the pack leader captured her attention.

“You?” She moved her fingers to the other wolves gazing up at their leader. “Your family.”

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