Page 159 of Endgame
By sending currents of electricity to my clit, Everett claims me. Possesses me. Dominates me so completely that I could break down and never recover.
The pain of the past week—no,the tormentof twenty-two years—is stripped off me. Burned clean. And for the first time, I can breathe.
One delicious zap at a time.
“Have no doubts, wife.” He delivers this vow with rough strokes. A vicious thrust. “By this time next year, you’ll havemy babies. I’m fucking them into you, can you feel that? You’re squeezing me so well. Sucking me in. Begging for my cum.”
“I’m on”—my God, it’s hard to talk between orgasms and this low, insistent current that’s pulsing through me—“on the pill. I told you I am.”
Truth is, I was going to stop taking them this week. I couldn’t. Thinking that he’d change his mind about us terrified me. I couldn’t risk him knocking me up, then ripping my baby from me.
I regret it now. Painfully so.
A wicked smirk stretches over Everett’s lips.
“No”—thrust—“you aren’t.”
Shock and confusion settle into me. Everett takes them away by leaning in and kissing me. He absorbs the low hums of electricity with me, stealing my breath too. Owning all of me.
When he lets go of the remote and the collar, his hands are everywhere. One of them is around my throat. With the other, he’s rolling my nipple between his fingers. Pinching. Twisting until I’m coming again.
Until I’m raw.
Until I’m his.
I’m hazy. Delirious. I’m heady on endorphins and the ruthless pounding from my husband.
“Everett, what did you mean earlier, when you said I wasn’t on the pill?” I force myself to stay awake to ask him that while he sucks on my neck hard enough to bruise. “I’ve been taking them for years. I haven’t stopped.”
“I swapped them.”
My mouth drops open. Everett catches my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it in. Biting me.
“I wanted to hurt you first. Now I just want you. With me. I’m obsessed with the idea of you being swollen with our child. Andif you think this is a request, you’re dead wrong. You’re having my goddamn baby, like it or not. Our baby.”
Ours.
Babies I’ll get to love. What am I talking about? I already love them.
My chest tightens, a lump rising in my throat.
I already love their father too. “Yes, yes.”
What I’m agreeing to is wrong. It’s a dream come true.
We’re together in this. I’m not alone in the world anymore. We have a place to call our own. Where we can start a family.
“Good girl.” Everett reaches between us, sliding my collar up to my lips. “Now be a good fucking wife and lick it clean.”
The moment my tongue peeks out to do as he says, Everett’s cock pulses.
“Fuck. Oh,fuck.” His lust threatens to tear down the walls of our bedroom. “Gonna pump you full of cum. And you’re—dammit. Baby.”
I’m swiping my tongue over the collar when Everett pulls it away. He presses his lips to mine instead, tasting me, devouring my mouth. The groan reverberating from him is feral when he slams his hips into me the hardest, emptying himself inside me.
“Take it,” he rasps, his hips jerking as more cum spills from his throbbing cock. “Every last drop.”
I nod, clenching my thighs, trying to keep everything in.
