Page 79 of Ruthless Bonds

His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing gently. I bit my bottom lip, whimpering at the sensation. There was no fear here. I knew he would never hurt me.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered.

I could feel my body unraveling with each thrust. Little black dots danced in my vision, my entire body tingling as he ruthlessly pounded into me. I chanted his name over and over, unable to control myself. Pleasure ran through my entire body, my eyelids fluttering. A euphoric feeling crashed over me in waves. I gasped for air as he let go of my throat, my orgasm ripping throughme a heartbeat later. He roared with his release, biting down on my shoulder as he pumped me full of his come.

We lay there, him careful not to crush me, as we both gasped for air.

“Wow.” I laughed, still trying to catch my breath.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. Soft, tender.

He’d just fucked me like a wild animal.

And I had never felt so cherished.

Chapter Fifteen

Kreos

“OK, since you’re not going to tell me where we’re going, at least tell me what I should wear.” Alora stood in just her bra and panties, holding up a black strapless dress in one hand and a red one-piece silk bodysuit in the other.

“You’ll look beautiful in anything.” I grinned as she scowled at me. “But for this evening, black may be the better option.”

Only because I would have easier access in case I needed to fuck her again. We’d been holed up in our bedroom for the last four days. The need to constantly claim her clawed at my sanity. How could I get anything else done when she invaded every corner of my mind?

When she’d told me I had been her first lover, it was as if time stood still. It only cemented in my mind that we were meant to be together all along. Every deal with darkness that I’d made had led me right back to her. And now that I had her, I would burn down the whole fucking world to keep her.

I’d thought I’d be satiated after the first few times, finally able to get her out of my system. But I had only been lying to myself. I knew now that it would never be enough with her. This need that burned inside me like a poison would stay with me until death. Coming inside my wife felt like heaven, and my solefocus had been to ensure that by the time she left this room, she would be pregnant.

The thought of her belly round with our child made me growl low in my throat. Her head snapped to mine, her eyes widening.

“Oh, no, you don’t, mister. You said we were going on a date.” She stood with her hands on her bare hips.

I stalked toward her, pushing her backwards until her legs hit the bed and she sat. “We are going on a date. But I need you first.”

She scrambled backwards toward the headboard with a laugh, the sound a melody in my ears. She reached under the pillow, my eyes narrowing on her. “I’m not going to let you ruin my hair. It took over an hour to do,” she scolded, but her lips were turning up into a grin.

I crawled toward her until I was between her legs. Her hand came from under the pillow, the dagger gleaming in her hand as she pressed the tip to my chest. My laughter was low and dark as I held perfectly still. My little kitten liked to think she had control over me, but I knew every move she was going to make even before she did.

“Using my own present against me?” I quirked my eyebrow. I’d had the dagger custom-made, since she had an affinity for knives. It was Damascus steel engraved with flowers and my Bratva wolf symbol, its eyes made from two emerald stones, the exact color of her eyes. Inscribed in silver script was simply “Until Death.” I’d strapped it on to her thigh with the leather sheath, then fucked her without mercy right after. At least now I knew where it had ended up.

A sly smile formed on her face as she traced the dagger down my shirt, a button falling off a second later. “Oops.” She bit her bottom lip.

“Milaya, you are playing with fire.” My voice was controlled, but I was anything but. The beast inside of me was aching to come out and claim her, and a silly little dagger would not stop me.

Her hand moved lower, another button cut off and falling between her legs. “Oh, no.” She feigned shock. “Whatever will we do if we ruin the billionaire’s shirt? Oh, I know, we’ll grab one of the thousand other ones from his closet.” Her giggle turned into a gasp when I snatched the dagger out of her hand in one fluid motion and tossed it on the floor.

“Hey, you cheated,” she cried, laughter in her voice.

“I will never play fair when it comes to you.” I threaded my fingers through her hair, yanking her head back roughly. “Now get on your hands and knees and show me how well you can take this cock.”

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An hour and a half later the car glided to a stop at the museum steps, where the Met loomed above us. Tonight, though, there weren’t the usual crowds and buzz of tourists standing around in awe of the magnificent building. It was just for us. For her.

The bronze doors stood open; a red carpet was rolled out just for us. I took Alora’s hand as she stepped out of the car, her eyes wide.

“What are we doing here?” There was a bit of excitement in her tone.

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