Page 84 of Sunshine & Sinful

But here we are, standing in a puddle of blood, in the center of a massacre, and there’s my husband staring down at me in the sweetest, soft-eyed way.

I kiss the center of his chest.

He wraps a possessive hand around the base of my neck. “I want you to go change your clothes and sit in your truck while I clean up.”

“I can help.”

“No.” Sunshine shakes his head firmly. “This is my job. To take care of you. Now, go sit in the truck and put some music on. When we’re done, I’ll have one of the brothers take my van so I can drive us home.”

“But—”

His grip tightens, shutting me right up. “No, buts, babe. Do as you’re told.”

“But,”I sass, nodding toward my whoopsie.“It’s my mess.”

“No. You’re my old lady, so your mess is now my mess. I’ve got it. I can handle it. I can handle you. You did good.” To cement his point, Sunshine pecks my forehead.

“I fucked up.”

“No. You didn’t. You completed the job.”

Not agreeing with his assessment, I frown.

Wrinkling his nose at me, Sunshine growls and, in one fluid motion, nudges me away long enough to toss me over his shoulder. Carrying me from the warehouse, blood from my pants dripping down his front, my husband spanks my ass as we cross the gravel parking lot.

Trying to wiggle free and keep his hand from landing another blow, I squeak in protest. “Stop! Hey! Put me down.”

The brute rumbles in laughter. “You’re gonna learn, Sweets. You’re gonna learn.”

Sliding me down his front at the back of my Bronco fitted with fake plates, Sunshine opens the rear, spins me around, shucks my pants and panties down to my knees, and bends me over.

The only notice I get of what he’s about to do is the rip of his zipper before he grips my hips and impales me on his thick cock.

Back arching, my eyes squeeze shut, and I cry out at the intrusion—loving it, wanting it, needing it far more than I deserve.

Another blow radiates across my bottom… burning… burning… burning as he ruins me.

“Happy Anniversary, Sweets.”

“Colton,” I gasp and prop my hands on the floor of my Bronco to keep from face-planting as he punishes my pussy.

Spitting on my rim to use as lube, he pushes a finger inside my ass. “Christ woman, you killin’ people turns methe fuck on.” Thrusting harder, his balls slap my clit over and over until my legs begin to tremble, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Colton,” I moan, needing a little more. Just a little. I’m almost there.

“Tell me, Sweets. Tell me, you love makin’ em bleed for me.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

Tipping my hips for the perfect angle, I rasp, “I love making them bleed for you.”

“Tell me, you’re fuckin’ perfect. Say it, Sweets. Say, I’m fuckin’ perfect.”

“I… I’m…” Almost there. My toes curl in my boots.

“Perfect. Say it.”

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