Page 73 of Broken Promises

“You’re so big, baby,” I moan. “I feel so full.”

“Fuck, Willa. This pussy was made for me,” he groans, his grip on my hips bruising as he helps move me up and down his length. “Does my wife love her husband’s cock?”

“I love my husband, and his monster cock.” Declan groans at my words and slams me down on his massive length over and over. I’m panting, my head thrown back and so close to my orgasm I could cry.

“Look at me when you come, Princess.”

Lifting my head, I look into Declan’s lust-filled eyes.

“Good girl. You’re doing such a good job riding my cock. Look at how fucking sexy you are taking all of me.”

The dirty words mixed with his praise do me in. I come screaming his name and looking into his eyes. Declan keeps pounding into me, maintaining eye contact.

“Give me one more, Princess. You can give me one more.” I shake my head. There’s no way. “You can, Princess. Look into my eyes and soak my fucking lap.”

I gasp as he roughly circles my clit with his thumb, wrapping his other arm around my waist to pull me down as far as I can on him.

“Come with me,” he pants. “Now, Princess.” It’s as if his command went straight to my clit and set me off like a bomb. I come even harder than I did the first time, watching Declan fall apart with me, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips.

I fall onto his chest, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Our sweat glues us together, but I don’t care.

“I love you,” I whisper, peppering his neck with kisses and tasting the salt on my lips. His arms tighten around me as he buries his face in my neck.

“Fuck, I love you. I love you,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to capture my lips. “I love you.”

I smile against his mouth and push against his chest. He frowns, not wanting to let me get off his lap.

“We’re going to be caught if we don’t get dressed, and I’d like my friends to keep their eyes.”

Declan throws his head back and sighs, but he lets me stand. He laughs as I rush to the bathroom to clean up the mess we made as it runs down my thighs. “I’m going to lick you clean next time,” he calls after me, causing a full body shiver.

Letting myself love Declan is the best and scariest thing I’ve ever done.

THIRTY-FOUR

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It’smy first time backstage at one of Shattered Halo’s shows. The reason for that still stings a little when I think about it, but then I remember I have her. I have Willa. My wife. The love of my fucking life. And suddenly the sting fades away and all I see is her.

It’s crazy behind the scenes. Staff buzzing around everywhere in a way that looks like chaos, but considering the opening band was on stage right at eight and now Willa is about to go out exactly at nine like was scheduled, I guess it’s working.

“There’s a VIP you need to meet after the show,” Nate tells the band as he flies past us. They all roll their eyes.

“That’s bad?” I ask.

“They’re usually a spoiled brat that has a hissy fit when they realize daddy’s money doesn’t get them into our pants,” Kai says.

“You’re joking,” I say, looking at the lack of smiles on their faces.

“Nope. There was one guy who is the son of some airline tycoon that honestly thought he could buy a night with Willa.” A growl escapes my throat at Mav’s words, my fists clenching at my sides. Willa makes her way over to me and places her handson my chest. She looks like a fucking badass in her tight black jeans and low-cut purple body suit.

“I told him I didn’t like men with such little penises they had to use their daddy’s money to get laid.”

“She also said she forgot her microscope at home so she wouldn’t be able to find his dick anyway. He cried a little,” Kai adds, looking like a proud brother.

“Don’t worry. The fans and VIPs are kept on the other side of the stage. We get to be on this side. So you won’t risk your marriage and career by murdering someone for saying they want to screw your wife,” Harlow says.

Willa sighs and grabs my face in her hands. “No murder. I only screw you,” she says, lips twitching when she uses Harlow’s phrasing. “I’m surrounded by fans who want to sleep with you at every one of your games, and I haven’t killed a single one of them. I think you can handle this without committing a crime.”

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