Page 30 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

I shouldn’t tease her but hearing her beg was always so fucking sweet.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“Please, please touch my clit, make me come. I’m so wet for you.”

I trailed my fingers down her stomach and lower until they brushed against her entrance. She wasn’t lying, but then again, she told me sometimes I only had to look at her to get her wet.

Fuck. I coated my fingers in her arousal and did as she asked. Her responding moan was like music to my ears. This girl did things to me. She made me ache with want and need. I loved her with an intensity which threatened to break me in half. I needed her. I fucking well needed her like I needed air.

I pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her, devouring her mouth like I was fucking drowning. She arched into me, pressing harder against my fingers. Fuck. The heat radiating from her drove me fucking crazy.

She moved, pressing her hands on my chest and forcing me flat on my back. Tugging my boxers down enough, she freed my cock, swung a leg over me and sunk down on it. I grunted, feeling her tight heat encasing me fully. Fuck. She rocked back and forth, her hands on my chest. Her doe eyes were wild with desire and affection.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she told me.

“I thought you were tired.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond. Her lips were on mine, taking exactly what she wanted. I gave in. Letting her have control. Letting her set the pace. Allowing her this moment to fuck me. I’d worked her up and this was my fucking reward for it.

Perhaps I should’ve let her fall asleep in my arms. My beautiful dark haired wife who was currently grinding her hips into mine. She grabbed my hand and pressed my fingers between her legs. Avery knew exactly what she wanted and I gave it to her. It didn’t take long before she was shuddering above me, her tits bouncing on her chest as she came. Fuck she looked so beautiful, crying out my name as the waves of pleasure rushed over her.

When her trembling subsided, I flipped her over on her back and thrust inside her. I fucked my wife without a fucking care for how erratic and rough my movements were. She held onto me, cursing at the intensity, but never once telling me to stop. I slammed into her over and over until she came again, crying out as her nails dug into my shoulders. And I let go too, giving into the unadulterated bliss she always brought on.

We were both a panting, sweaty mess, lying there together with her head on my chest.

“Tomorrow, Mrs Lockhart,” I whispered. “I’m going to tie you up and make sure you don’t leave this bed all day.”

She squirmed against me.

“I can’t wait,” she whispered back.

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Two Weeks Prior

“So what you’re saying is The Collector is someone in her family?” I said, staring at John intently.

He nodded.

“It has to be. I think it’s a title handed down. I can’t ask Chuck any further questions about it. He’s getting really suspicious.”

John had been snooping, but we were still running into dead ends. We had to find out who it was so we could find the girls. I had information on them up until six years ago when the trail dried up. Whoever it was had started hiding their tracks better.

“So, it was Mitchell for a time, but it changed when he took over Daniels Holdings after Nick got sick. We know it didn’t fall into Chuck’s hands. So it could’ve gone to Troy or Arthur.”

The youngest of Mitchell’s cousins, Arthur, was a reclusive little fuck who kept to himself. He didn’t work for Daniels Holdings. Instead, he’d started his own investment company who mostly owned restaurants across the country along with a few other ventures. I knew he had a hand in the sex trafficking, but he didn’t seem to be as deeply involved as Mitchell, Chuck and Troy were. We couldn’t, however, completely rule him out.

“Most likely. I’ll do some more digging into them. Not easy when I have to look after Avery, but I’m doing my best under the circumstances.”

“I know… we need to nail them. They’re the key to everything. We get them, the empire falls.”

John nodded, looking over at where Avery was sat in the armchair by the window sketching. I knew she was only semi paying attention to our conversation. She’d been a little quiet for the past few days. Nerves about next week and the wedding were kicking in. For both of us.

“How’s she holding up?” he asked, dropping his voice low.

“Okay, I guess. Hates Frazier constantly being at the office, but not much else we can do about it.”

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