Page 127 of The Reluctant Wife

"Who do you belong to, baby?" he growls.

"You—" I swallow. "Only you."

"That’s right." His grip on my hips grows almost punishing, and I can feel the brand of every single fingerprint on my skin. I feel the swollen head of his cock at my slit. I want so badly to tilt my hips and take him in, but if I try to do that two things will happen. Number one, he’ll stop me and he’s too strong for me to override him. And two, he’ll make me wait longer for my orgasm, and damn, I won’t be able to.

I dig my fingernails into his forearms and wait. I wait until he jerks his chin as if coming to a decision.

"You do as I say, you feel me?"

I nod.

"Good girl."

His praise shoots liquid heat through my veins. My thighs tremble, my entire body turning into a storm of need, of desire. Of needing him inside of me. And just when I think I can’t stand it anymore, he punches his hips up and impales me.

"Ryot," I cry out as he begins to fuck up and into me.

His forearms bunch, the planes of his chest turn to stone, and he grunts as he, once again, kicks his hips forward and slides in to the hilt. "Jesus, baby, you feel so bloody good." He holds me in place, so I can feel every throb of his cock, every ridge, every hard inch pushing against my walls. He feels so thick, so big, enough for little pain-filled pockets to radiate out from where we’re connected.

"Okay?" he asks through gritted teeth.

I nod, focused on how he’s filling me completely. He stays there for a few more seconds, giving me a chance to adjust, then he begins to move again.

He fucks me in earnest, pushing in until his monster cock hits the spot deep inside of me. The explosion builds up my legs, up my spine, and I’m so close.

Oh, god."Ryot," I whimper.

"With me, baby; stay with me."

He thrust into me over and over again, and the orgasm grows bigger, larger than life, filling me, stretching me, becoming something so much more immense, so much more everything. The shudders speed up my body, increasing in ferocity, pushing me higher and higher, and when it peaks, I cry out. The climax crashes over me, my orgasm spinning me through a funnel and spitting me out the other side. I feel his guttural cry as he pours hot streams of cum inside of me and follows me over the edge.

I come down from the high and slump against his chest, becoming aware of the warm water lapping around us, of his arms banded around me, of his shaft pulsing inside me. He rises to his feet and, still joined, steps out of the tub. I struggle to open my eyes and when I look up at him, my eyes at half-mast, the ferocity of coming together still clinging to my senses, he smirks. "I am going to fuck you again."

EPILOGUE

Statement by The Duchess and Duke of Verenza

It is after much consideration that we have decided to step back from our duties as working members of the Royal Family. We will continue to fully support His Majesty, The King.

We now plan to balance our time between Verenza and the United Kingdom, continuing to honor our duty to King and Country, and to our patronages.

This geographic balance will provide us with the space to focus on the next chapter, including the launch of our new charitable entity.

We look forward to sharing the full details of this exciting next step in due course, as we continue to collaborate with His Majesty, The King, The Crown Prince of Verenza, and all relevant parties.

Until then, please accept our deepest thanks for your continued support.

EPILOGUE 2

Three months later

Ryot

"I’d say welcome to the neighborhood, but it’s as if you’ve always lived here." Sinclair narrows his gaze on his cards.

It’s Friday night, and the first time I’m hosting poker night at my place. A tradition Arthur started at his place. One of the few my brothers and I decided to keep because we enjoy it so much. We moved it out of Arthur’s place when he was diagnosed with the big C, at Imelda’s request. She’d hoped it would mean he’d stop smoking his cigars. In deference to her wishes, we’ve forgone our cigars at the poker table. Replacing it with whiskey, and nachos, and guacamole, which my wife rustled up for us.

Aura has discovered a love for cooking. Something she was unable to do earlier when she had a chef on her staff. We agreedthat, while we’ll have a housekeeper come in regularly to help keep the house clean, we’ll be hands-on in the kitchen.

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