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I nod again, then groan as his hand circles my throat, squeezing until I can’t breathe before slowly releasing. Using his other hand, he unbuttons my pants and yanks them down my legs before quickly discarding his own.

“On all fours.”

I do as he asks, the bed dipping when he joins me.

Running the blunt head of his shaft through my slickness, he immediately thrusts inside. No time to prepare. I whine as I’m suddenly filled with his dick. One hand grips my hip and the other pushes my upper torso against the sheets as he begins to fuck me into oblivion.

Hard. Fast. Deep.

Perfect.

“I swear to God that weapon of mass destruction between your legs is rearranging my insides.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, wife. You asked for my cock. You’re getting my cock. We made a deal. You take. You give. I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to go easy on you.”

He slaps me on the ass as he fucks me so hard, I have to brace myself against the wall.

“Is that all you’ve got, husband?”

I whine in pain as his dick bottoms out, but it instantly turns to mewls of pleasure as he expertly lifts my hips and gives me what I need by railing my sweet spot over and over. He orchestrates my body so fucking well. Welcome waves of pleasure spiral through me, but he never lets up. He pounds into me like a machine, his sweat dripping down and mixing with my own as he sucks and bites on my flesh anywhere he can so he can mark me for the world to see.

I clench around him, and I’m rewarded with another slap on the ass.

“I decide when I come, not you,” he growls against my ear.

I arch my back and push back, making him go even deeper before clenching around him once more.”

“Disobedient, evil woman.”

His breath is hot as he bites my shoulder for not doing as I’m told.

He then thrusts deeper. Too deep. I shatter once more. My walls tighten, claiming that beautiful cock of his as mine. He curses me under his breath when I break his perfect stride, his strokes becoming erratic before he spills deep inside me.

I ache all over. I’m bruised all over. And he’ll be ready to go again in less than ten minutes.

Any sane woman would have had enough after just one round, but it seems I’m just as insane as him.

Because all I want is more.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

EOIN

Eoin's Apartment, Hudson Yards, New York

It’san alien feeling to be lying in my apartment and in my bed with a female draped over me, her fingers trailing gently across my chest.

Not just any female. My wife.

To me, beds are useful for two things. Fucking and sleeping. The latter I’ve always done alone. I’ve never been tactile. Never cuddled. I’ve never taken part in pillow talk either.

I fuck. Extremely well, the same as I do everything else in life. I make sure my partner comes several times, and I only claim my release when they’re beyond physical exhaustion and no longer of any use to me.

What Jaine doesn’t realize is that none of that has ever taken place in my home. Always theirs. No woman has ever been invited back here. My apartment is my sanctuary. I share it with no one. I’ve never wanted to until now. Until her.

“How many women have you slept with?”

I frown inwardly in surprise more than anything else. We never share anything of a personal nature. Why now? Is she finally ready to take our relationship to the next level?

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