Page 95 of Menace in Vegas

I buck and gasp, fisting the sheets.

“You want it, good girl? Want my fingers too?”

Before I can answer, two fingers slide inside me, curling just right as his tongue sucks on my clit.

I shatter so hard, I see stars.

He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and boneless.

Then he crawls up, dragging his cock along my soaked skin. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Not even close,” I whisper.

His grin is pure danger. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

He slams into me. Hard. Deep. Perfect.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks me into oblivion. “Take it,” he grunts. “Take my big cock. This is what you’ve been whining for, isn’t it?”

I can’t even form words. I justfeel.

His hand wraps around my throat. His other circles my clit.

“I wanna feel you come while I fill you up,” he growls.

His hard thrust, combined with his words, set me off.

I detonate like a bomb. My scream is so loud, I’m surprised hotel security doesn’t knock.

He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, groaning before he comes deep inside me.

When he collapses on top of me, our bodies slick and tangled, he grins against my neck before lifting his head.

“So,” he pants. “Am I still the worst?”

I shove at him weakly. “Yes.”

“You’re a liar, wife.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Can’t,” he smirks. “You already said it when you told me you wanted more.”

35

ALLISON

Movement pulls me from the kind of deep sleep that only follows complete physical ruin.

I stretch, wincing. I’m sore in all the right places. Wrecked and boneless from being utterly destroyed by Connor.

The shower kicks on.

One eye cracks open, catching sight of his naked, smug-as-hell form walking out of the bathroom. His hair’s a mess, his muscles are glistening, and I already hate how turned on I am.

“You coming, babe?” he asks, like he didn’t leave my soul somewhere on the mattress.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

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