Page 46 of Wicked and Bound

Her wail galvanized him—desire rushing, blood pumping, heart revving. He pounded inside her, savaging his way inside her again and again. She made desperate sounds, inhuman sounds, twisting and heating under his body.

The hand not working between her legs sailed up her abdomen until he captured her breast. With a tug, he ripped at the front of her dress from neckline to waist. Her tits sprangfree. With every thrust, they gave a satisfying bounce against his palm.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god!” she mewled, sending a hot glance with unfocused eyes over her shoulder.

Their stares met. Fused. Nash’s blood sizzled. He hadn’t had a drop of the spiked wine, but with Haisley he felt the crowd and every one of his inhibitions melt away. He strained to get closer to her, deeper inside her. To become one with her.

“You’re tightening on me.”

“I’m close.Soclose.”

He settled relentless fingertips over her hard clit and rubbed her rhythmically every time he drove inside her. “Come for me.”

She nodded feverishly. “Yes.”

“Tell me you want me to come inside you,” he growled out, aware that he was playing a very dangerous game.

He’d taken her not once, but twice without a shred of protection. He wasn’t gloved up now, and he knew damn well she wasn’t on the Pill. He had no idea where she was in her cycle…and he didn’t care.

She was his. She would always be his. If they could get the fuck off this island unscathed, he was going to put a ring on her finger. Then he’d put a baby in her belly—if he hadn’t already.

“Yes!” Her nails scraped the pillar again, plaster crumbling under her fingers. “Come inside me. I need to feel you. Please. Please…”

Nash had always known he was a little bent, but her sweetly begging him to impregnate her did something to the primal part of his brain. He didn’t know how she felt about that, but nothing was stopping the freight train of this orgasm. It brewed and tingled. His body went taut. A wave of euphoria had his head seemingly floating near the ceiling. And when her entire body locked up and shuddered as her pussy clamped down and pulsed on his cock?

He. Was. Done.

Destroyed.

Annihilated.

The climax robbed him of every breath and every thought except the ecstasy she shouted above the din as he filled her with his seed and their future.

Like a wild man, he pumped into her repeatedly and relentlessly until she unraveled beneath him. Until he swore that she’d milked him dry. Until he ground out three desperate words in her ear.

“I love you.”

Gasping, she gathered the front of her lacy dress from his fist and lifted it above her breasts, then looked over her shoulder at him, her heart in her eyes and mouthed, “I love you, too.”

His chest buckled, the ragged organ inside jolting with thrill. She’d said it. He knew that she meant it. They’d come a long fucking way since their unexplained split two years ago.

Unfortunately, they still had a long way to go, but now he had hope. They had something worth fighting for, and he vowed they’d make it out of here alive so he could live out this dream of forever with her.

Nash pressed kisses along her exposed shoulders and held her tight, reveling in her closeness. He didn’t want to give it up or come out of the moment, but the rest of the room eventually pressed in on his consciousness, reality a splash of cold water.

If the bosses could see him now, they’d be beyond pissed. They’d probably can his ass for losing his head and leaving them both more vulnerable than he should.

On the other hand, Gray’s attention had moved on from them. He surveyed the crowd from his throne…while a shapely blonde knelt between his legs, her head bobbing up and down. The last thing Nash saw on the asswipe’s face now was lust—thank god.

Around the room, the drug-fueled revelry was beginning to wind down. Spent bodies draped across one another while guards subtly herded the more energetic participants toward the center of the room. Apparently, even the powerful grew weary of depravity.

Kane had managed to work his way to Amy. He stroked her bare back, dragged his lips across her naked shoulder, and whispered in her ear as they stood mere inches from her master, now passed out on the floor. She gave Kane a shaky nod and met his stare with hope in her glassy eyes.

When Haisley was in a better frame of mind, she’d be damn glad to know Amy was on Kane’s rescue radar.

For now, Nash reluctantly withdrew and zipped up, then helped a still-dazed Haisley put herself back together before guiding her through the thinning crowd. Her skin burned against his, her eyes unfocused but trusting. Too trusting, maybe. The way she’d given herself over to him tonight, despite the circumstances… It twisted something in his chest.

He wished he didn’t love her total surrender as much as he had. Didn’t crave that kind of submission from her over and over.

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