Page 80 of Ruthless

“Off.” She leans back and tugs on the ends of my shirt.

I press my groin deeper into hers, pinning against the wall and reminding her of who’s in charge. “Don’t move.”

She rolls her eyes but does as she’s told.

“Good girl.” I reach my right hand back to lift off my shirt one-handed. I throw it on the shower floor and run my hands along the smooth skin of her thighs, anxious to feel them tighten around me, just like her pussy does when I make her come. I hook my thumb into the sides of my underwear and rip them off, tossing them over my shoulder. They land somewhere on the shower floor behind me, but it doesn’t distract me from the view in front of me.

She undoes my jeans, and together we shove them down my legs. The rough, wet material sticks to my skin, but between the two of us, we manage to remove them.

“That for me?” Her pupils dilate as her gaze drops down straight to my dick, more accurately my piercings.

“It’s always for you.” I stroke myself a few times, tugging on the metal barbell. The slight sting of pain igniting an ache deep within my balls.

She tugs on my nipple piercings and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “I want it.”

“And you’ll get it, but not until I get what I want first.” I drop my dick and slide my hand between the lips of her pussy. My wrists moves back and forth, working her clit with my fingers over and over until I see her body convulse and the signs of her orgasm coming.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to come.” Her head drops back against the marble shower wall, exposing the column of her neck.

“I fucking love your pregnancy hormones.” They make her come from the faintest touch. I lean down to kiss that creamy skin but stop when I see it. Blood pounds in my ears at the bite mark marring her perfect body. It’s still red and fresh, which means it was done recently, and I know exactly by who.

“Hey.” Her hands cup my face and force me to meet her gaze. “Come back to me.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” I slam my hand against the marble, relishing in the pain ricocheting up my arm. The motherfucker is gonna pay.

“Yes, you will.” She kisses the corner of my mouth, bringing me back down to the present. “But first, you’re going to fuck your wife.” Her hands wrap around my length and guides me into her core.

I stay still, letting her sink down on me, watching her mouth drop open as my piercing slides along her inner walls.

“I forgot how fucking big you are.” I smile at that as she takes a minute to become adjusted to me. It isn’t long before her hips start to wiggle, and I take the hint.

My hips pull back until I’m all the way out and slam back inside her in one quick thrust.

A moan leaves her as I increase my rhythm. Her body slides up along the marble, and that’s when I glimpse down at her face because I love watching my woman come, but what I see has my heart freezing in my chest. Her face is tilted back, and she’s flinching with each thrust.

“Fuck. I forgot about your back. Why didn’t you say anything?” I start to pull back when she grabs me by the ass and forces me to stay put.

“Because then you’d be treating me like broken glass, and that’s not what I need. I want to feel the pain too.” I’m shaking my head when she stops me. “Please?”

A tightness spreads in my gut because I know what it feels like to need the pain. It dulls out all the other bullshit in my head. But I’d rather cut off my dick than ever hurt her. Then I see it. The need to find another way to heal, and I sigh, knowing that I’ll never be able to deny this woman a fucking thing. She owns me, body and soul. “Hold on to me.” I keep a firm grip on her waist and thrust in and out of her. Pushing and pulling until I don’t know where she ends, and I begin.

Steam thickens the air heating our oversensitive skin, but I don’t stop. I can’t. “Never again, Ken.” When she doesn’t answer me, I swivel my hips and piston into her harder, making sure she understands what I’m saying. “Do you hear me?”

“I hear you.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders as my hips twist and grind against her clit, hitting where I know she needs it most.

“Good.” I pick up my punishing pace. Fucking her until I feel the walls of her pussy tighten and clamp down on my dick. I don’t stop until my balls tighten and I explode inside of her.

My heart pounds in my throat as our heavy breathing fills the room. We stay where we are, with me still buried deep inside her because I’m not ready to sever our connection just yet.

She rests her head on my shoulder and rubs her hands along the marks on my back. “We’re going to have matching scars now.” Her breath hitches, and it takes everything in me to fight the urge of leaving right now to go beat the fuck out Grady for putting that sadness in her voice.

“Look at me.” I hook my finger under her chin and force her head up to look at me. “We all have scars. Each of us is a little bit tarnished, but sometimes a short fiery brunette comes along to remind us that those marks show that we’ve lived. It’s our story, and I don’t regret a fucking second of it if it brought me to you.”

“You came for me.” She sniffles, changing the subject on me.

“I’ll always come for you, Hummingbird. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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