Page 37 of Devious Secrets

”Megan.” His raw voice breaks through the silence.

“Yeah?” I push up from the log as he leans back, sliding his cock out of me and letting his hot cum slip out of me and down my thigh.

“You let go.”

This woman makes me forget who I am. It only takes a simple look from her, and I turn into a lustful, undisciplined teenager. More eager to get my cock inside her than to teach her a lesson she so rightly deserves.

I pocket her panties that are in tatters on the ground, then help her to roll off the log. Dead leaves and dirt cling to my slacks at the knees. Only this woman could make me ruin a perfectly good pair of pants to fuck in the mud.

“I got it.” She lightly pushes my hands away when I try to help her get to her feet.

I get out of her way while I zip up. My belt still hangs around her neck. The dark, worn leather nestled against the creamy, soft skin of her throat looks almost natural. Like her wearing my mark in any way is exactly as things should be.

As though hearing my thoughts, she reaches for it.

“No.” I grab her wrist and put it at her side. “It stays.”

Anger flashes in her eyes.

“This wasn’t enough of a punishment?” She throws her hand around, gesturing to the log.

“No,” I say simply, not explaining that an orgasm isn’t a punishment—no matter if I tried to make it sound like it was. My ego needed appeasing, and justifying fucking the woman instead of tying her up in the pit was necessary.

For me.

If I can’t explain it to her, at least I can be honest with myself.

Even when the truth darkens my mood further.

“Let’s go.” I grab her elbow and start walking. It only takes a few steps to realize she’s hurt.

As I turn to see what the problem is, she merely bats her eyes at me. Her stubbornness is going to make me lose my mind.

I grab my phone from my back pocket and hit the flashlight feature. As soon as the beam sweeps across her right foot, my blood instantly boils.

It’s swollen up to the size of a softball. At least there’s no bruising, but she’s barely putting any weight on it.

“It’s fine.” Again, she tries to swat my hands away when I reach for her, but it doesn’t work this time.

“Hold on to me.” I sweep her up into my arms and wait for her to put her arms around my neck.

“I can walk,” she argues.

“No, you can’t.” Leaves crunch beneath my steps as I take her out of the woods and back to the house.

“We’re still in the backyard?” She lifts her head when the back patio that she landed on comes into view.

“The back of my property backs up to the woods. You weren’t even on my property anymore when I found you.” If she’d kept going in the direction she was headed, it would have taken her another hour, maybe longer with her ankle, to get to a main road.

“Oh. I thought I made my way to the front of the house,” she huffs. “My sense of direction must be off.”

“I’m beginning to think you have no sense at all,” I mutter.

Gregor opens the back patio door for me, letting us into the house.

“Get the doctor here,” I order and take her to the stairs. “I’ll be in my room.”

She stiffens in my arms.

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