Page 53 of Enticing the Monster

I pull out of her slightly, then thrust back inside. Keeping my gaze focused on hers, I can’t help but smirk at the sight of the red marks on her neck and her cheeks. It’s fucking beautiful.Sheis fucking beautiful.

Claire wraps her arms around my back, her nails digging into my flesh as her back arches, and she lifts her hips to meet mine. “You terrify me,” she moans.

I don’t scare her. She is getting off on this.

Fucking hell. Have I met my match?

Shifting one of my hands, I wrap my fingers around the back of her knee and spread her leg as wide as it will possibly go. I pull out of her again, then slam back inside. Tilting my chin down, I watch my cock as it moves in and out of her sweet cunt.

“Good,” I grind out. “I fucking should.”

Her body trembles beneath me as I move in and out of her. I could fucking live inside of her sweet pussy. There is nowhere else I’d rather be. Not now, not ever. This woman was made just for me.

Turning my head, I bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent. She smells like a mixture of us. Her soft hair brushes the side of my face, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more content. I move inside of her soft body, fucking her hard and fast, hoping she’ll get off with just my pelvis grinding against her clit with each downstroke.

Claire’s nails dig into my back even harder, and I have no doubt she’s going to draw blood. I hope she does. I hope her father sees them tomorrow night. I hope I’m able to tell him just how thoroughly I fucked Claire and just how much she loved it.

She whimpers and wraps her legs high around my waist tightly. Goose bumps break out on her skin. I look down into her face, wanting to watch her when she comes all over my cock.

One.

Two.

Three thrusts, and she comes. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and not a single sound escapes her mouth. It’s fucking beautiful to see. I open my own mouth to tell her just that when my orgasm rushes throughout my entire body like a goddamn freight train plowing through me.

ChapterTwenty-One

CLAIRE

Sitting at the table,I wonder why on earth I’m here. I’m not sure this is the place I should be right now. I know this is my new life, and it’s not like I’m a complete stranger to them, but this feels weird. I don’t even know why. It’s probably just me.

I didn’t expect this whole marriage to turn out the way it has, and I feel very out of control about the whole thing right now.

Coleman has work to do this evening, but instead of leaving me at home, he drops me off at his parents’ place. Except his dad is with him, and it’s just the women here. I’m sitting at a table, my new mother-in-law, my almost sister-in-law, and me, with a wineglass in front of each of us and a charcuterie in the middle of the table, made by Parker.

I don’t know what to say. It feels beyond awkward, and I don’t know why exactly because I’ve already met and talked to both of them more than once. And I like them. They’re easy to talk to, even if Brenda is a bit intimidating.

Flicking my gaze between them, I hope that one of them will say something to break the silence that has been lingering since the men left. Thankfully, I’m put out of my misery when Parker leans forward, her eyes on mine, her lips curved up into a playful smirk.

“Please, do tell. What was your one-night honeymoon like?”

My eyes widen at the same time Brenda bursts out into laughter. I follow shortly, and just like that, the ice has been broken. I don’t tell them how fantastic my one-night honeymoon was because it really was amazing. So was this morning. And this afternoon, right before Coleman brought me here.

“Now we have another wedding to finish planning,” Brenda announces, wrapping her fingers around the stem of her glass and bringing it to her lips.

Instead of responding to her, Parker turns to me. “Do you read?”

Blinking from the conversational whiplash, I smile at Parker as the next two words come out slowly. “I do.”

“Please tell me you read spicy books,” Brenda calls out. I’m surprised by her words, her question, or whatever it is.

But again, whiplash.

I open my mouth, then close it. I’m not sure how I should answer that. What if she thinks spicy books are trash? Sheisa doctor. I imagine she’s reading much more intellectual books and not contemporary dark romance like I am. She’ll probably look down on me for reading what I do.

So I don’t say a word. At least not immediately. Instead, I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek and inhale and exhale a few times through my nose, wondering how exactly I’m going to answer this when Parker lets out a giggle.

“Brenda reads smuttier books than I do, and I thought I was pretty daring.” She reaches for her glass, and for the first time since sitting here with them, I realize that she’s drinking water and not wine.

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