Page 41 of Sins of Autumn

She turned her head, trying to look at me, her voice shaking. “What?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I undid the buckle of my slacks.

“No,” she ground out, trying to loosen the hold I had on her neck.

I lifted her higher, placing more of her upper body on the pool table to make things a bit easier. I grabbed my dick and lined the head up. I was so fucking hard it hurt.

“Gabe’s dead,” I revealed as I thrust inside her. Her body clenched around me, her breath catching in her throat as a strained cry escaped her lips. “Naija should be next.”

She said something unintelligible and a sob broke free. I thrust harder, watching her fingers claw at the table. Fuck, I missed her. I refused to go a single night without fucking her ever again, for as long as I lived.

“You’re a monster.”

That I understood.

“But you like that, don’t you? Must be why you’re drenching my dick.” I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back and grabbing her hip. Her body arched, her breathing ragged as I pushed her closer to the edge. I wasn’t gentle; I wasn’t kind. I gave her everything—my anger, possession, and devotion, all of it poured into every brutal thrust.

“Tell me you don’t want this, Mint” I taunted. “Tell me you hate me.”

Her silence was deafening, and the way she gripped the edge of the table told me everything I needed to know. I knew her better than she knew herself. She could fight it all she wanted, but there was no denying it. I owned her. Every perfect, beautiful inch inside and out.

She made the most delightful sounds as she got closer to cumming, her heavy breaths and quiet, desperate sobs cutting through the dark basement. They spurred me on, each gasp and whimper encouragement I couldn’t ignore.

She felt like a dream come true, home—everything I’d been needing since the second she walked out of the penthouse. I hadn’t gone this long without her, ever.

The loss of her had hollowed me out, and now that I had her again, I couldn’t get deep enough inside her. Sometimes I wanted to split her apart just so I could crawl inside.

There was a sharp intake of breath when I moved just right, stroking her G-spot.

I drove into her harder, the force enough to make the pool table creak beneath us. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. The way her body moved against mine, so responsive, so perfect, made my head swim. I’d been starving for this.

“You feel it too,” I implored, my voice rough and strained. “Don’t you, baby?”

She shook her head, a desperate, futile denial. “Wilder… please—”

“Please what? Please don’t stop? Please remind you who you belong to?” I punctuated each question with a deep-seated thrust, dragging a broken whimper from her lips. “Say it, Mint. Tell me the truth.”

“I hate you,” she choked out.

“Remember what I told you about lying, Mint?” I laughed through a groan. “You can’t hate me. I made it that way.”

She let out another muffled sob, her pussy beginning to clench, betraying every word she tried to say. She was unraveling, her fight slipping away.

I savored every second of it.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, more to myself than to her. “Everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ll ever need.”

I moved faster, rougher, determined to push her over the edge, to take everything she had. When she finally came, she muffled the scream of pleasure against the pool table, I followed, the intensity of it ripping through me like a storm. I kept pumping in and out until every drop of cum was inside her.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the weight of what had just happened settling over us. I pulled back slightly.

Unable to withhold anymore, I lifted my mask just enough to free my mouth, then leaned down and captured her lips. I swallowed her protests, my hand tightening to keep her where I wanted her. Her body was still trembling.

I slipped a hand between us again, finding her clit with ease.

She gasped into my mouth, and I pulled away, pressing my lips to her slick skin, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave a mark. My mark.

“Come on,” I coaxed, my voice low and rough as my fingers worked. “Let go for me, Mint. I know you want to.”

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