Page 34 of Dark Knight

“Nice and easy now, little love.” With one hand on my wrists over my back and the other guiding himself to my entrance, I moan at the invasion.

He’s enormous and fills me up deliciously, ensuring no nerve-ending is left untouched. I love it, despite the stretch and burn. Oh so slowly, too slowly, his hips sway back and forth.

In and out.

Agonizing torture.

Without mercy.

Nolan teases me to the point of insanity.

“Please, Daddy, please don’t tease me.” His divine chuckle vibrates against my back as he leans over, kissing along the blades of my shoulders.

Grasping each of my wrists, he drags my arms up and over my head, covering my entire body with his commanding frame and leisurely rocks in and out of my body. His head presses into the sheet next to mine as we ride this wave together.

Grinding, grunting, groaning, we catch our breath only to lose it a second later. “So fucking good like this,” he grumbles in my ear, kissing my cheek.

“Torturous,” I correct him as he digs deep, hitting a sensitive spot inside me.

Releasing one of my hands, he moveshisdown my body and around the front to play with my clit. I feel so swollen around him already, so when he touches me, even just the slightest, my body rockets into the stars, and I’m delirious with pleasure.

I shake and shiver as he mollifies me, running his hands along my skin before I feel two fingers pushing through my back entrance. “Nolan?” My frightened question has him smacking my ass as he scissors those fingers around. Stretching me. Readying me for something so insanely intimate I never even thought of it.

“You submitted, Bea. You gave me this, little girl.” His words are possessive, almost like he’s no longer in control of himself.

When I feel his wet cockhead pushing into the tight rings, I do my best to relax into his hold, wanting this as much as he does. “Oh fuck, yeah, such a good little girl.” I am so blind with lust I hadn’t realized how easily he slipped right in.

“It burns,” I whisper. “I like it.”

“I knew you would.” I feel his lips on my spine as he begins thrusting, penetrating my body to my very soul. He’s not nearly as gentle as he was before, and soon, I’m screaming again as I feel him stiffening behind me, unloading inside of me, and groaning out his own pleasure.

Collapsing over my back, I love his weight on top of me. “Marry me, Bea. Be my wife, my everything.”

It doesn’t sound like a question, but I respond,yes, anyways.

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Nolan

“Let’s make this fucking quick. I just fucked Bea into a coma and convinced her to marry me. I’d rather be buried in her soft cunt than out here dealing with a man who helped in trying to ruin us both.” Glaring at the sheriff hanging upside down over gator-infested waters, my hatred for him grows.

“That was quick,” Holden smirks.

“What?” I poke the sheriff with a fallen branch on the dock to wake his dumb ass up.

“Convincing her to marry you. Been together for what, like two weeks? Spent a total of four days together, and already, you’re getting married. It was quick.” He stands to the side, arms crossed, eyes glued to the sheriff, now pretending to be unconscious.

“You proposed and got married on the same day,” I point out.

His head lifts with a sly grin as he remembers that day. I remember the black eye and bloody nose after I kissed Noelle. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” I point the stick at him.

Raising his hands, Holden laughs while shaking his head. “Noelle would likely kill me. Besides, East, Bish, and Hen aren’t shackled down. I’d watch out for them.” Winking, he leans down a few inches from the sheriff’s face, poking his cheek with a finger. “We know you’re awake, man. Give it up.”

His eyes pop open, and he glares at Holden before his gaze shifts to me and down to the water below. “You can’t do this.” He’s trying to be brave, but there’s a tremor of fear in his tone.

“Except that, I can, and I am.” And it gives me great fucking pleasure. Killing the man who sought to bring me to my knees will be my greatest achievement. Well, second to claiming Bea and creating a life with her.

“You’ll never get away with killing a sheriff, Sutton. You know that.” I bark out a harsh laugh.

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