Page 121 of Menace in Vegas

“I’m yours,” she gasps. “Yours.”

“Say it louder.”

“YOURS!” she screams.

I fuck her like I’m trying to claim every cell in her body. Fast. Deep. Unrelenting.

I drag her to the edge over and over until she’s pleading.

“I can’t—Connor—I’m gonna?—”

“Come all over my cock. Show me who owns this pussy.”

She convulses beneath me, eyes rolling back as I groan and spill inside her.

I collapse on top of her, both of us wrecked. Ruined. Satisfied.

* * *

Later,she’s curled up on my chest, bare and boneless.

“You’re still a menace,” she murmurs.

“And you’re still my wife.”

She smiles against my skin. “Yeah, I am.”

Then she whispers it again. “I love you, Connor.”

I stroke her back. “I love you, Allie. Always.”

She melts into me.

And I know, without question, I’ll spend the rest of my life destroying anyone who tries to take her from me.

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ALLISON

My eyes pop open.

A heavy arm is slung over my waist. A broad chest presses against my back. The possessive grip on my hip tells me I’m not going anywhere.

Connor. My husband.

The thought sends a sharp thrill through me, followed by instant, knee-jerk panic.

I’m married to Connor.

And I can’t undo it.

Not that I want to.

Shit.

I press my face into the pillow, groaning.

My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache. My throat is sore from all the panting, moaning, and screaming, and my muscles are weak from every way he made me come undone.

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