Page 171 of Endgame
Then he slams into me in the middle of the night.
At the rising memories, a shiver runs through me. My thighs clench and I groan at how good the butt plug feels.
“Well…” The corners of his gray eyes crinkle. His lips curve into a small smirk when heat races up my cheeks.
“Well?” I blush harder, because fuck. It pleases me to please him.
“I asked because this is the first time you’ve attended as my wife. Everyone’s curious. They were staring when we walked in.” Goosebumps prick my skin as his lips lower to my ear. His charcoal-tailored suit brushes against my arm, making me wish I could tear it off him. “I bet they’re whispering about us now. So. Tell me the truth. Are you bothered by any of it?”
“By them?” I twist my head so my cheek rests against Everett’s shaved one. “Fuck. Them.”
The sound he makes at the back of his throat is low and growly. It says it’s the answer he needs from me.
More heat pools between my thighs. His possessiveness makes my head spin.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
“Am I?”
He pulls away, but only a little. Enough to stay within reach. Enough for me to see him raise his hand, see his gold wedding band flickering in the dim light of the room.
My breath catches when he places a strong finger beneath my chin, tipping my face up to his.
He’s all sharp angles.
He’s both cruelty and beauty wrapped up in one.
He’s mine.
“Yes, you are.” His gaze darkens. “Though I’m not opposed to punishing you some more. Have a repeat of last night.”
Last night. When he put the collar on my clit, zapped and fucked me into so many orgasms that I blacked out.
When I woke up, my cheeks were tear-stained and my mouth was full with his cock. He wasn’t thrusting into me, no. My husband, who takes and tortures, put his dick in my mouth for the sole purpose of calming me. Like he did on our wedding night.
His plan worked. I draped my arm over his legs and drifted off.
Just like that.
“What a filthy little wife I have.” His thumb grazes my jaw, moving slowly and deliberately. “You’re replaying it in your head, aren’t you?”
I gulp. My knees threaten to give in. “I am.”
Awareness prickles over me, ruining the moment we shared.
I scan the room. These people aren’t sneaking glances anymore, nor do they ignore us. They blatantly stare. They watch as Everett leans into me, his mouth a hairbreadth from mine.
If he notices their attention is on us, he’s doing a great job at hiding it. “Patience.”
“Actually.” My lips feel dry. I lick them, gathering the courage to ask for this one thing he won’t give me on his own. What I thought I could wait for. “Since you’re in a generous mood…”
The way he huffs a laugh, the sheer joy from having me in his life, it twists my heart.
Why can’t he always be like this?
Carefree. Unguarded.
I love him when he’s scowling and cruel. Except I’m not selfish when it comes to him. I wish him a heartache-free life, even if it means that I’ll live a punishment-free one.
