Page 37 of Fury

“What do we do?” I whisper. “He’ll kill me, Fury. One day ...”

“Hey,” he growls, taking my chin in his hand and tipping my head back, “he will never fuckin’ hurt you again. We’re goin’ to figure this out, until then, you will not go back to that house.”

I shake my head, tears welling. “He’ll find me. He will, I know you think he won’t, but he will ...”

“No,” Fury grinds out. “He won’t.”

“He’ll come into the school ...”

“Alexis, I need you to trust me. My club has dealt with far worse than that wet rag you call a husband. We will deal with him, and you will get your life back. He won’t be hurtin’ you anymore.”

A pained cry rips from my throat. It’s so unexpected it causes my body to heave. Perhaps it’s the relief of finally telling someone the truth, or maybe it’s the idea that I might just get my life back. One way or another, I might smell freedom once more. Clutching my stomach, I hang my head as my body shakes.

“Hey,” Fury growls low, taking hold of me and pulling me onto his lap.

He doesn’t even hesitate to comfort me, and as my legs fall either side of his hips, I can’t control the urge that washes over me. I want him, I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need him to kiss me, but more than that, I need him inside me. I need to feel that there is hope beyond this pain, I need to know that maybe I can be with someone again and for it to feel right. I want so many things right now, but Fury is something I need with such depth I can’t control it.

My lips find his.

He doesn’t fight me.

Every inch of my body burns with desire and pain, but I don’t stop, and I pray to whoever is listening that he doesn’t stop me.

With a ragged growl, Fury carefully circles his arm around my waist as he kisses me, his tongue meeting mine in a ferocious dance that has me grinding against him with a guttural moan. His dick is already hard beneath me, and I find the right spot by circling my hips, letting it rub against my clit. The thin material of my shorts doesn’t prevent the friction at all, in fact, they only add to it. Grinding against him, pleasure builds in my core as I kiss him, my fingers going up to tangle in his thick hair.

“Slow down,” he growls, leaning back, tearing those perfect lips away from mine. “You’re hurt.”

“I don’t care,” I breathe, sliding my tongue out to lick his lower lip, earning me a low hiss. “I need this, Fury. Please, I need it more than you could ever imagine. I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to hold back. Fuck me.”

His eyes flash, and then his mouth is on mine again.

We kiss until my lips burn and my face aches. I don’t care that everything inside me is begging me to stop, I just want him to keep going. I don’t want this to end. Reaching down, Fury undoes his jeans, shuffling a little without moving me too much. He jerks his cock out before shoving my shorts aside. They’re loose, and they move easily. I was getting ready for bed when ... when everything happened. For a moment, just a small moment, I thought I might get away with what happened at the awards ceremony.

I’m wearing no panties, and his fingers glide over my exposed flesh, causing me to gasp. It has been so long since I’ve been touched in a way I’ve wanted. I have forgotten how it feels for my body to heat, for my pussy to ache, and for it to feel safe. Fury lets out a long, low growl as his finger glides up my flesh, sliding over my clit. “When you’re better, I’m goin’ to suck this pussy until you can’t scream no more.”

Oh.

My.

Word.

I gasp in pleasure as he slips a finger inside me, his mouth finding my neck where he gently kisses all the way down to my shoulder. His other hand remains around my waist, keeping me steady. Unable to help myself, I reach beneath the hand doing wicked things to me, and I find his cock. It’s hard, big, and thick. Like stone in my palm, I give it a little squeeze, and it jerks in my hand.

Oh. I need this.

I need it.

So fucking bad.

I stroke up and down as he brings me closer and closer to the edge with his fingers inside me, gently fucking my pussy with such precision, it’s incredible. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s good at doing it. Using his arm, he bumps my hand away from his cock with a ragged groan that has my skin flushing with need.

“You keep doin’ that, we don’t be fucking.”

“Does that mean you like it?” I murmur, my lips grazing over his beard, cheeks, and then settling on his mouth.

I could spend all damn day with this mouth.

“I fuckin’ like it alright.”

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