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“Good. I’m a bad man, Magnolia. Are you scared of me?” She shakes her head, but there’s a bit of indecision in her eyes. I cup her jaw and stare into her sexy doe eyes.

“I’d never hurt you, but I’m going to show you what it means to be under my control. Because I usually kill those that give me answers I don’t like, and you have me breaking those rules for your family. You’ve taken my control away; I want some of it back, Wife.”

“Take it,” she pants as I squeeze her throat. I drag her to me and slam my lips to hers.

I release my grip and then stare patiently, watching and waiting as she grows more anxious and hungry. Magnolia might be new to this, but my wife is needy and not so damn innocent. She just needs a push, and she’s ready to give in to the lust.

With an even voice, I make a simple command, “Strip out of your clothes, and don’t make me wait.” She doesn’t hesitate or argue that her parents are just downstairs. It’s when I see her struggling with her bandaged hand that I stop her. “Stop. Let me.” I take over. My hands lazily slide over her tender flesh as I push her pants down her legs. Fuck, her skin is so smooth.

It’s not long before she’s naked, so I lie her down on the bed and part her thighs. I toss off my sweater and then climbon top of my wife, kissing her from head to toe. She moans my name, begging for more, and then wraps her legs around my waist, taking my patience and obliterating it. I push away and strip off the rest of my clothes. Yanking her down to the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees and spread her wide. With my face buried in her mound, I eat my fill of her sweet pie.

Magnolia’s cries get loud enough that I don’t doubt they know what we’re doing up here. The second she realizes her mistake, she slaps her hand over her mouth, but I’m not ashamed. Let the world hear me please my wife. Let Magnolia’s orgasms rip through her sexy body.

“That’s a fucking good wife. Get that body ready to take me.” I stuff two fingers in her hole and work them in and out, pumping it while I suck on her nub. Growling, I reach down with my other hand and fight my own orgasm. She’s fucking killing me. Her body freezes as her release clamps down on my digits and coats my tongue.

I pull my fingers out and then lift her to the middle of the bed and climb on top. I’m not done with her until I’ve spilled every fucking drop I’ve got inside her.

“Time to pay up, baby. I want you coated with me. I want them to know you’re mine.” I slam into her womb and fuck her wildly, shaking her bed. Even I know I’m being a bastard; her father’s downstairs and he doesn’t deserve to hear me fucking his little girl, but she’s got me worked up. She’s got me fucked up. My heart is doing things it’s never done before. It’s beating for someone else.

I claim her lips as I fill her with my child.

Chapter Eight

Magnolia

We come back down just in time for my brothers to be standing in the living room in shock. “You’re married?”

“Yes,” I admit sheepishly. They’re good boys, but they’re all alpha males with a love for me, so I hope they don’t try and play tough guys with Killian.

They each narrow their eyes at my husband. “Boys, before you get your panties in a twist, I wouldn’t start. Your father and I have already had that discussion. Your sister is my wife—end of story. She had a smile on her face before we entered this room, so I’m not the problem.”

“Are you happy, Mags?”

“Yes.”

“If he gives you any shit, you can always come home. I don’t care if he’s some rich thug,” my oldest brother Aiden says.

“Thanks. I promise you’ll be the first I call.”

“She won’t be calling to come home. Her home is in New York—forever.” He looks at me when he says that last part as if he’s trying to convince me of that, which is silly because I know we’re temporary.

“Enough. We didn’t come here to pick fights. I came home to celebrate with everyone. Killian, I need to get the gifts from the car.”

“I’ll go with you.” He helps me put on my coat and scarf, even though I don’t need it. Yes, my hand hurts, but it’s better now.

“I’m capable of doing it myself.”

“I’m just trying to take care of my wife.”

I lean in and whisper, “You don’t need to put a show in front of my family.”

“The only thing I’m putting on is our coats.” He takes my hand and leads us outside.

A vehicle pulls up, and I recognize it. Oh, goodness, this isn’t going to be good. Why the hell is Josh here? We haven’t spoken since he pulled that bullshit at prom.

My ex pops out of his truck with a grin on his face. He’s still the handsome jock, but I don’t feel anything for him. “Mags, I heard you were in town,” Josh says, walking toward us with a foolish arrogance. I can feel my husband beside me, and the tension rolling off him explains why he’s dangerous. I need to get Josh out of here.

“That wasn’t an invitation to come see me. We haven’t spoken in a long time.”

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