Page 128 of Gathered Sparkle

“God, yes,” I breathe out on a whimper. “Please.”

He thrusts up into me in one smooth, deep stroke. My body arches, my head falling back against the wall as he fills me completely. The stretch is perfect.

“Fuck,” he groans out, his forehead dropping to my collarbone. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He pulls back almost all the way, then slams into me again, his hips snapping with a force that steals my breath. I cling to his shoulders as my nails dig into his skin, and he sets a brutal rhythm, his cock pounding into me, hitting every perfect spot inside me.

“F-fuck,” I cry out, my legs trembling around his waist. “Harder, Sylus. Please.”

“Harder?” he pants out, adjusting his angle and gripping my ass tighter, thrusting into me harder, deeper. The sound of his hips slapping against my soaked flesh fills the room, lewd and filthy. “You want me to fuck you until you’re dripping all over me?”

“Yes!” I sob, my body shivering, every nerve ending ablaze.

His mouth crashes against mine as his tongue thrusts in time with his hips. When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and his eyes wild. “You’re taking me so fucking good, baby.” He groans, his hand sliding down to rub my clit. “My perfect littlewife.”

The pressure on my clit sends sparks up my spine, the pleasure twisting tighter.

“Sylus, I… I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he growls out, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You’re the only one who gets to come on this cock ever again.”

Holy shit.

His fingers press harder, circling my clit, and I shatter. A loud moan rips from my throat, my body locking up as waveafter wave of white-hot pleasure crashes over me. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock, and a gush of wetness spills out of me, drenching him.

“Fuck!” he roars, his hips jerking as he slams into me one final time. His cock pulses, heat spilling deep inside me as his body trembles with the force of his release.

We stay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, his forehead resting against mine. His arms tighten around me while his cock is still buried deep, anchoring us together.

A breathless chuckle escapes him. “I’d ask you to marry me right now if you hadn’t already.”

“You know…” I rest my head against his shoulder, my fingers tracing lazy circles along his damp skin, “… if that’s what being your wife feels like, I might just let you keep me.”

His lips press to my temple, his breath a warm promise against my skin. “Forever,Sparkle.”

And God, if that doesn’t sound like the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Novalee

The Heights Casino is everything I expected.

Opulent, over the top, and full of people trying to strike it rich or drown their sorrows. Annabelle and I step inside, my pulse quickening as I scan the room. My eyes immediately dart to the ceiling.

Cameras.

Everywhere.

They don’t miss a damn thing. Nicholas promised Koen they’re only there to keep an eye on guests trying to cheat the house when he called him earlier to ask about it, but still, the thought of being watched sends a shiver down my spine.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had to be invisible in a high-stakes place, but tonight, the stakes feel higher. A lot higher.

Annabelle tugs at my arm, pulling me forward. She’s the only reason I’m not completely unraveling. Three hours earlier, she showed up at the mansion to get ready together. Levi picked her up, which added to the chaos. He also got us dresses for tonight, and Annabelle nearly shattered glass with her squeal when she saw hers.

The blue gown hugs her curves perfectly, and mine—soft pink, tasteful, but daring enough to show just the right amount of skin—makes me feel beautiful, not only because Koen only managed to glance away from my eyes long enough to blatantly admire the neckline.

Still, I hope we don’t have to call Nicholas to bail us out if shit goes sideways. Even though a part of me wants to see him, I don’t want to need him.

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