Page 11 of Forbidden Valentine

“Oh fuck, Gunner, you’re too big,” I gasp.

“You can take it, love,” he says sweetly. “I’ll make sure you do.”

“Fuck, Gunner,” I whimper when he gets a tight hold of my waist and lifts his hips. I place my hands on the bed beside his shoulders for support and drop my head to his chest. When he starts to fuck me, he puts so much force behind it that all I can do is cry out my pleasure as he pounds into me.

Unable to get the leverage he wants; he rolls us and grabs the backs of my knees to fold me in half. He can reach so much deeper this way, and every brutal stroke feels like he is trying to fuck my soul out of my body. He is slamming into a spot deep inside of me that turns my brain to mush as rapid-fire orgasms flood out of me. I think it’s his animalistic grunts and growls filled with a gritty resonance that has me melting for him. This man has two sides to him. One side is what everyone sees. It is a kind and gentle man. He handles my bratty attitude in stride and is playful about his dominance… but then there is the other side of him. This is the side that is aggressive and uncaring about your pleas for mercy as he rails you into his bed. It is the side that you know will come out and punish you when you least expect it, but it is the part of him that you will crave the most. It is more than addictive or a simple horny craving, it’s a need on a primal level and I will do anything to get back to this feeling as often as I can.

“Fuuuuck, Mila,” he growls in my ear, making me whimper. “You feel so damn good… God, I’m gonna come.”

“Please, God. Come in me,” I moan.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to put my baby in your belly,” he groans. Something about his desire to breed me makes me want to rip the fucking birth control out right now and beg him to breed me. I would do anything for this man just to hear him moan my name like that again.

“Fuck, yes. Please,” I cry out. “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, Gunner.”

He grunts and buries his face in my neck as he suddenly starts fucking me like a frenzied man, slamming as deep and hard as he can. My moans turn to screams, and I cling to him as he fucks me through our orgasm. He groans deeply into my neck as he fills me with his come. When I don’t let go of him, he settles to lay on my chest.

We are both breathless and unable to speak for a moment, so I rub his back and after a moment, he sits up and looks at me. “I have never had a woman do that,” he says.

“What? Come?” I ask with a smile.

“No, smartass. Comforted me. You were rubbing my back,” he says.

“Seemed like a nice thing to do,” I shrug. “You’d do the same for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smiles.

“Okay, so what's the difference?” I ask. “You deserve comfort, too. You probably just fucked your own soul out doing all that.”

“You are incredible,” he says as he kisses me.

“You keep fucking me like that,” I say. “You’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

“Give me a few minutes. I’ll make sure you stay right here with me,” he says before kissing my chest. “Stay here.”

Gunner gets up and I stay where I am. He comes back with a wet washcloth to clean me. When he is done, he gets me under the covers before he lies with me. “Is the bag gone?” I ask.

“It is,” he says, pulling me to his chest.

“Where did it go?” I ask.

“In the furnace in the basement,” he says. “It’s ash by now. I will go check on it when you fall asleep.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, Mila,” he says softly.

“If this hadn’t happened, do you think we still would have ended up here?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says. “I was just planning on waiting until after you graduated to fuck your soul out. We just need to be careful for a few months.”

“What happens if the cops come looking for Charlie?” I ask.

“They will, and it’s simple. You left the date because he tried to drug you. You texted me and I picked you up in front of the Green Cavern Bar. A buddy of mine owns the bar and will happily go with any story I tell him,” he says.

“How come?”

“Because he feeds scum to the pigs too,” he says. “He is the other half of the St. Valentine Butcher.”

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