Page 148 of Brutal Vows
You’re beautiful.
I worship you.
You’re mine.
He withdraws and rolls me onto my belly. He wraps an arm around my waist and hikes me up to my knees. He sinks a hand into my hair and pulls on it so my neck is arched.
Holding me like that, he uses his other hand to slide his wet cock back and forth over my ass, nudging the crown at my entrance.
“Yes or no, wife?”
The need in his voice sets my nerves on fire.
I see our reflection in the dark windows. A naked woman on all fours on the bed. With an air of absolute dominance, a fully dressed man stands behind her.
And I know that no matter how it might look, the man in this image isn’t the one in control of the situation.
It’s a funny thing, power. As easily as it can corrupt, it can also be humbling.
Knowing that Quinn will do only what I allow, and do it all only to please me, gives me a feeling of power so absolute, I burn with it.
Trembling all over, I lick my lips. “Yes. Whatever you want, just for tonight, the answer is yes.”
He makes a sound I’ve never heard him make before, some needful, primitive sound that rises from deep within his chest. Then he flexes his hips, driving his hard cock inside me.
It’s so painful, I can’t even scream.
My eyes fly wide open. I claw my fingers into the blanket. My lips part, but no words come out.
When he hears the strangled gasp I make, he freezes. “I’m hurting you.”
“Yes! Fuck! Don’t stop!”
“Reyna—”
Whatever he was going to say is cut off as I rear back hard, taking the entire length of him inside me.
He barks out a groan that’s even louder than mine.
When he releases my hair, I collapse facedown onto the bed, pulling the covers and gritting my teeth. I have to keep blinking hard to clear my eyes of water.
Panting, he grips my hips in both hands to steady me. I feel the cool metal of his zipper on the back of my thighs and shudder.
“I can’t do this if I’m hurting you.”
Through gritted teeth, I say, “Goddammit, gangster. You better fuck that ass, or I’ll find someone else who will.”
As I knew it would, those words make him go ballistic.
He thrusts and withdraws, then does it over and over again. His balls slap against my pussy. His growls of pleasure and fury fill the air. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips until I’m sure I’ll be bruised in the morning.
If tomorrow ever comes. We might fuck each other to death tonight, there’s really no telling.
He pauses his fervent thrusting to reach around and slide his fingers over my clit. When I jerk, sucking in a breath through my teeth, he breathes, “Your cunt is drenched.”
“And your cock is throbbing. Are we doing a play-by-play, or are you fucking me?”
I can tell his jaw is clenched when he replies. “Careful, woman. You told me I could never spank your arse, but you said nothing about this sweet pussy.”
