Page 81 of Fury

“Put your mouth back on my dick.”

“Only if you promise to finish on my face.”

His eyes flare. “Dirty girl.”

Grinning, I close my mouth back over his cock and suck, bringing him back to the edge once more. I know he’s close because his fingers are tight on my jaw and his hips are thrusting as he pushes himself deeper into my mouth. Curling his fingers into my hair, he jerks my head back, releasing my jaw and gripping onto his cock as he strokes frantically, before groaning with release as he finishes on my face, just like I asked.

Warm liquid drips off my bottom lip, sliding down my chin as I stare up at him.

He reaches down, swiping it off with his thumb, pushing it into my mouth as I close my lips around him, sucking until his thumb is clean. His eyes flash with heat and I know he likes this side of me. Hell, I like this side of me. Removing his hand, he reaches down and takes whatever item of clothing he can find, to wipe my face, then he pulls me to my feet.

His lips close over mine, hot and heavy, not caring that I taste of him. We kiss until my body is grinding against his, desperate for him, but being able to do nothing about it. His arm goes around my waist as he hauls me closer to him, making sure his bare cock is rubbing against me, making me absolutely frantic inside. Pulling away, panting, I wiggle a finger at him. “You’re teasing me. I can’t handle it.”

He grins.

He’s fucking exceptional when he grins.

“Just makin’ it worth your while when the time comes.”

Stepping up closer to him, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Everything with you is worth my while.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“You know I’m not happy about you goin’ back in there tonight. I just got you back, you’re still bleedin’, I don’t like it.”

I know he doesn’t like it, but I have to do it.

I promised Ellie, and I want to see Marek in a situation that he doesn’t have full control over. Seeing him unravel will be worth every second.

I know Fury is concerned, and I don’t say I blame him. He has been incredible today, from taking me to the doctor to hanging onto me when I cried. It was difficult, even though I knew what the answer would be. The bleeding has eased, but every time I use the bathroom, it is a stark reminder that I lost something I didn’t even know I wanted.

Fury has been incredible.

He has showed up in a way I truly didn’t think he could.

I respect him for that.

“Everything will be okay,” I assure him, redirecting my thoughts back to his concerns. “I promise.”

“Can’t promise that, baby,” he murmurs.

“You’re talking like you’ve claimed me or something,” I tease lightly, loving the way his husky voice rolls over the word baby.

“Once this is over, I might just make you mine. Officially.”

My heart skips a beat.

I know we should probably take things slow, considering in a matter of days, I’m going to have to face what happened with Ethan. There will be police officers, questions, and a lot of things to deal with. My family will be concerned, everyone will want to know if I’m okay. To them, I should be a broken widow. I can’t just parade Fury around, so for now, I have to keep him somewhat of a secret.

That doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy every single second of it.

“I have a lot to deal with once this is over,” I tell him, stepping back. “Ethan’s family, my family, the police. What if Marek gets revenge by making it look like I killed Ethan...”

“We don’t know what Marek will do, but I don’t think he’ll be worryin’ about gettin’ back at you. Ethan’s death will look like a hit, we’ll make sure of it. You have my word. There isn’t a single ounce of evidence that you killed him, you don’t even own a gun. We’ve got this, let the club make sure you come out clean.”

“What about Ella? If they ask questions...”

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