Page 156 of Endgame
This is his sick and twisted penance.
“Even when I’m cold and fucked up. When I’m busy. When I work.”
My shirt is shoved up, exposing me. His lips latch onto my nipple, sucking the hardened peak. Biting it while he’s ramming his fingers into my pussy.
“Even then. I’m your husband.” He raises his head, eyes thunderous. “Your everything. No one else gets to take care of you. Are we clear?”
I’d say yes, except my orgasm steals my voice. My ability to speak.
A nod is the one thing I’m capable of.
Everett smirks, rubbing my clit over and over.
“S-s-stop,” I manage to murmur. “Stop touching me. It hurts.”
He won’t. Of course he won’t.
While he finger-fucks me, my hands cling to his scruff, then to his cheeks. Everett lets go of my throat and pulls something out of his pocket.
Slams it onto the bed next to me.
I’m too lost in his gaze to care about anything.
“Before you take more of your punishment.” He pauses mid-sentence, slanting his lips on mine, kissing me like the brutal man he is.
What little air and sanity I’ve had left, Everett robs it from me. It’s his.
I don’t want to come again. I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.
“Before that.”
I squirm beneath his ruthless ministrations. There’s nowhere for me to run except toward him.
“You’ll accept my apology.”
“What?” My millionth orgasm is tearing me apart from the inside. “What apology?”
“This apology.”
He pries my hand open and presses a plastic item into my palm.
The remote.
His remote.
My foggy brain slowly connects the dots.
This apology, this is his real gift to me.
“Everett?” I’m able to say now that he’s on his knees, that his fingers aren’t inside me.
Wordlessly, he sheds his jacket. He tosses it to the floor. His hands are deft as he unbuckles his belt. Lowers his fly.
I marvel at the power rippling from him. His broad shoulders. The intimidating outline of his erection.
His attention is centered solely on me. As if I’m the only person in his world.
It’s a heady feeling. I’m floating so high, I might never come back down. I might never stop clenching around air, even though I can’t take another orgasm.
