Page 56 of Brutal Union
I grip his jaw, drawing his face up, my arousal smeared across his lips. “You really want me to be yours, don’t you?”
“You are mine,” he groans. “I am yours.”
I grip his jaw tighter, my nails digging into his skin as I pull him closer. His dark, intense eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the raw hunger in them, the way he’s completely surrendered to me. “Almost,” I tease.
He nods, his breath hitching as I release his face and stand up, my legs still trembling from the intensity of what he just did to me. I glance down at him, kneeling there, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his lips still glistening with me. “Get on the coffee table,” I order.
Sho moves quickly, his muscular frame shifting as he climbs onto the low table, his body sprawled out in front of me. I step closer, my fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my touch. His breath catches again, and I can see the way his body tenses in anticipation.
“You’re going to let me take what I want,” I murmur, my voice dripping with dominance. “And you’re not going to move until I tell you to.”
“Yes,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. “Anything for you.”
I climb onto the table, straddling him, my thighs pressing against his sides as I position myself over him. His hands twitch at his sides, but he doesn’t move them, obeying my command without question. I reach down, guiding him inside me, and we both groan as I sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed within me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my head falling back as I adjust to the feeling of him, so deep and thick inside me. I can feel every ridge, every pulse of him, and it’s almost too much. But I don’t stop. I start to move, rocking my hips slowly at first, savoring the way he fills me completely.
Sho’s hands clench into fists at his sides, his muscles taut as he struggles to stay still. His breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and I can see the way his jaw clenches as he fights to keep control. But he doesn’t move. He doesn’t touch me. He just lies there, letting me take what I need from him.
I lean forward, my hands resting on his chest as I pick up the pace, my hips moving faster now, grinding down on him with every thrust. The pleasure builds quickly, a fire igniting deep within me as I ride him, my body taking everything he has to give. His eyes are locked on mine, dark and intense, and I can see the way he’s holding back, waiting for me to give him permission.
“Touch me,” I command, my voice trembling with need.
His hands move immediately, gripping my hips as he thrusts up into me, meeting my movements with his own. The sensation is overwhelming, and I cry out as he fills me even deeper, his hands guiding me as I ride him harder and faster. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with our moans and gasps as we lose ourselves in each other.
I reach down, my fingers wrapping around his throat as I lean in close, my lips brushing against his ear. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I whisper.
He growls against me, his hips slamming into mine as he drives me over the edge. My body convulses around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I come hard, my nails raking down his chest as I scream his name. He follows me over the edge moments later, his body tensing as he spills himself inside me, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there will be bruises tomorrow.
We collapse together, our bodies tangled and spent, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we try to recover. I can feel his heart pounding beneath me, and I know mine is racing just as fast. I lift my head, looking down at him, and I can see the way he’s completely undone, his eyes dark and hooded as he looks up at me.
I look into his face, and it’s right there that I see what heaven looks like. That the flames of my hell have vanquished for the first time, and I know I am screwed, because all of this power can’t be mine as long as I want him.
“Nadia,” he hums like a prayer.
Fuck it.Nik was right. I was never raised to be queen. I never really wanted that anyway. I’ve never wanted anything, but this.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, my voice soft but firm. “Boyfriend.”
“Fucking hell,” he replies, his voice hoarse with a small twinge of humor. “Now tell me what I have to do for you to be my wife.”
14
SHO
TWELVE YEARS EARLIER
Takahama Coast,Japan
The salt stings worse than the wound.
I hunch over in the pale sand, waves gently hissing up the beach. My leg burns. A jagged gash slices along my thigh from earlier this afternoon, when I fell trying to keep up with the older boys on the breakwater rocks. They didn’t notice I was hurt. They laughed and moved on. That’s good. That’s what Father would’ve wanted.
Still, it bleeds. I press my hand to it, trying to stop the flow. The blood soaks through my fingers and runs down my shin. The pain is sharp at first, then dull, then just… there.
I’m not supposed to cry.
I’m not supposed to feel anything. Father’s made that clear a hundred times. Weakness isn’t just shameful—it’s dangerous. He says it all the time. A single crack is enough to bring thewhole wall down. A moment of softness, and someone will use it to kill you.
