Page 10 of Wicked Oath

“Go lie down,” he says simply. I sigh and just do as he says, quickly getting under the blanket and curling up on the very edge of the bed. I peek out from under the covers and watch as he undresses down to his boxers. He is a gorgeous man. His body is wrapped with thick muscle, but he doesn’t have abs. His abdomen is a little bigger, but I fucking love it. I love every part of him that I can see. He iscoveredin tattoos. They snake up his neck, across his chest and back. He even has them down his arms and legs, but I think my favorites are on his hands. When he looks over at me, I pull the covers up to hide my face. His footsteps grow closer until he pulls the blanket down to look at me.

I peer up at him, and the look on his face is almost lustful. “Why were you staring at me?” he asks, almost as if he is trying to pick a fight.

“I just wanted to see you,” I say quietly.

“Why?” he frowns.

“Because… You’re beautiful.”

He sighs and sits on the bed beside me. He places one hand behind me as he leans in to get into my face. “There will never be anything between us. You are here as revenge, not for me to love.” The words sting and I swallow back the tears. Why do I care? All I wanted was to be free of Logan and I have that now. But I must care because my heart has never hurt like this.Stupid Delaney.I shake my head and lower my gaze to the mattress.What was I thinking? How could someone love a fat cow like me when not even my parents loved me?

“I will fuck you and you will serve me the way a wife should, and I will provide for you and make sure that you are well taken care of,” he says firmly.Great, more of the same. He is a Maddox after all.“But for the record… I plan to enjoy every inch of you. You are a beautiful woman, and I will not tolerate you speaking negatively of yourself. My job as your husband is to build you up stronger.”

“Does that mean you’ll be fucking other women? I just want to make sure I don’t get in the—“

“No, Delaney. I might be a dickhead, but I’m not unfaithful,” he says. “Understand that you aremine. If I ever find out that you let another man touch you, you will beg for death before I’m done with you.”

“I won’t cheat,” I promise.

“Can I trust you to not run?” he asks.

“And go where? Back to Logan and your father? The men who raped me and allowed every man that asked to fuck me against my will and beat me, breaking me down to what I am now? Nothing.” My breath catches as tears drop. I can’t believe I just said all of that.Pathetic.I am so fucking pathetic that I’m trying to gain his pity.Disgusting.I turn my face away, ashamed and feeling nauseous at the memories and my current state.

“He is not my father. And next time, a simple ‘no’ will suffice. No need to be a brat,” Talon says as he pulls the covers off me. “Are you clean?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Birth control?” he asks.

“Yes. I have an implant in my arm,” I say.

“Not right now, but one day, I’m taking it out,” he says.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because one day, Little Flower,” he says, sliding his hand up my inner thigh. I tense at his touch. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him, but I do. He’s been hurt by them too. “I’m going to put my baby in your belly. Are you going to fight me?” He grins.

“Do you want me to fight you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him as I slowly spread my legs to give him better access to me.

“Yes,” he says. I immediately roll and duck under his arm and try to get off the bed. I can almost sit up when he grabs my ankle and drags me back, making me squeal. I kick and thrash in his grip as he effortlessly flips me on to my back and pins my hands above my head. His knees force their way between my legs and spread them for him. I wiggle under him, but the moment he pulls his cock free from his boxers, I start fighting for real.

“Wait. Wait. Wait,” I scream. He stops but doesn’t let me go.

“What is it?” he asks.

“You are… too big,” I choke out. “Tal, you won’t fit.”

“I’ll make it fit,” he says with a devious smirk. “Deep breath.”

I suck in a deep breath and groan in pain as he slowly pushes into me. I whine and pull my hands free to hit his chest and try to push him away. “Relax, Little Flower. Let me inside of you,” he groans.

“Too much,” I whine.

“Laney, It’s just the tip. Relax,” he says. “Deep breath, Flower, just breathe.”

“Just the tip?!” I ask, shocked. He suddenly kisses me, and that’s the trick. I groan from deep in my chest as he fills me with his cock, stretching me impossibly wide. As he starts to rock his hipsand I moan. He turns feral, pulling my legs to his shoulders and folding me in half as he leans into me.

“Fuck, Laney. You’re so goddamn tight,” he growls as he drives into me. He puts his hands beside my shoulders and starts to fuck me hard and fast. He is so goddamn deep that it hurts my belly in the most delicious way. It’s like a drug, the way he brutalizes me. I know it’s doing more harm than good, but fuck, if it doesn’t feel so fucking nice.

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