Page 104 of Married with Mayhem

“What a shame, Monte. Do you think you can manage to actually fuck me before you die?”

He raises his head and the new intensity blazing in his eyes is damn near savage. It’s the fire of a man who has been challenged and is about to shred an opponent to ribbons.

Monte is formidable. He’s no stranger to brutality. In different circumstances, I would guess that fear would be the proper response when faced with that look in his eyes.

But all I feel is a delirious thrill as I stretch my legs open wider and wait for him to respond.

His right hand moves to my throat. His thumb traces my collarbone then slowly travels upwards before applying the slightest hint of pressure. He keeps a close watch on my face, waiting for me to squirm or object, then raises an amused eyebrow when I remain stubbornly still. The thick, rigid length of him presses against the tender inside of my thigh.

Monte’s hand disappears from my throat and strays to my hip. He leans on his other elbow and gazes down at me with calculated dominance.

“Sabrina,” he says with a feral warning clinging to each syllable. “Didn’t anyone ever warn you not to tease a dangerous animal?”

“No,” I whimper with impatience, moving my hips in a desperate quest to fill the throbbing void so I can come again. “There’s a lot I need to learn. Can’t you teach me, Monte?”

The diabolical gleam in his eyes is a red alert. I’ve just shoveled fuel into the fire. I’ve told him what he’s been waiting to hear.

Now he’s going to give me exactly what I’ve asked for. And I can tell this time he won’t hold back.

My instincts are right. And yet I’m still stunned by the overwhelming invasion as he drives into me without reluctance or apology. A yelp of surprise gets stifled before it leaves my throat. A flash of pain makes me grit my teeth but I don’t have a single complaint.

After all, I demanded a lesson. Now I’m getting one.

I’m already soaked, my muscles loose, after my last orgasm and the pain doesn’t last. Monte’s thrusts are brutal. Deep.Punishing. I thought I understood his strength and his size but the truth is I really had no idea what it would mean to be raided on this level.

No restraint at all. He fucks me like he’s owned me all along.

My only option is to cling to him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, my face buried in his neck, my legs shaking. A spark ignites in a deep place that’s so untouchable I can seldom reach it myself. The flood of pleasure is so intense that I can’t remember where I am and what year it is. There’s only him. There’s only us.

This connection is like nothing else. This is what I’ve been waiting for, wishing for. And I’m filled with a sense of rightness that it’s happening withhim, like this is where our arguments and tension and flirting and bickering have been leading up to all along.

I don’t want it to ever end. He hasn’t even left my body yet and I hate the fact that it’s inevitable.

He’s moving faster now, harder, nearing the end. I hold onto him with all my might, craving everything he has to give no matter the consequences.

A hot tear rolls down my cheek. And then another. A flood of tears follows and I can’t stop them. His pace demands more and more and finally he issues a thick groan, pulling out only a second before heat spills all over my belly. His shudder at the end shakes us both and time loses all meaning as I clutch him, unwilling to let go.

Monte finally catches his breath and lifts his head. His smirk of victory fades in an instant, replaced by pained remorse. He smudges his thumb over the tear tracks on my cheek and winces with grief.

“Did I hurt you, baby? Fuck, I never meant to be so rough. I got carried away.”

I shake my head vigorously and force the words out as I tremble. “No, you didn’t hurt me. You didn’t.”

“Then what is it?” He plants gentle kisses on each of my cheeks, then on my lips. “Tell me.”

For heaven’s sake, I need to quit blubbering and pull myself together. What we just did was magnificent and I won’t ever be sorry.

He’s still kissing me, still soothing away my tears and asking what he can do to make them stop.

“Monte.” I gulp some air and try to get a grip. “I loved every single second. I swear I did.”

He smiles now and softly brushes my lips with his. “Yeah?”

I nod my head and kiss him back. “I never thought it would be like that for me. You gave me what I’ve always wished for.”

“Ah, Sabrina,” he murmurs and lowers his head, laying on my breasts.

There’s a low rumble of thunder outside. Monte locates his shirt on the floor and uses it to mop up my belly.

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