Page 78 of Captive Bride: Armani
“I know. I know.”
“What if he wasn’t lying?”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck! Why did I say that? Why did that come out of my fucking mouth?
With a growl, I pull Candi out of the car and shove her against the rear door, my arms boxing her in. Her chest heaves with short, shallow breaths as I lean into her, my insides crawling with unrest. Something needs to happen. I need an outlet before I—
She pulls my face to hers and kisses me. It takes me off guard, but the questioning slide of her tongue along the rim of my mouth unleashes everything pent up inside of me. Does she know what she’s doing to me…what it’s going to make me do to her?
Deepening the kiss, she tightens her arms around my neck and presses her body to me. My hands slide from her shoulders to her waist, her round ass. She’s steady on her feet now, her skin warming as I crush her against the car.
“You did what you had to do to avenge your family,” she whispers against my lips.
She’s right, but for some reason, her affirmation only makes the darkness inside me grow stronger. Sliding her hands down between us, she takes my hands in hers and lifts them against her chest. My hands are stained. They’ve done bad, bad things. Necessary things.
Things I’d do again in a heartbeat.
Pulling back from the kiss, she looks up at me. Something flickers across her face. Do I see…a hint of darkness? She pushes her breasts forward, into my palms. That’s when I realize: she wants me to touch her with my stained hands. Is it possible she’s actually turned on by what happened in the Deep Cellar?
Needing to test that theory, I roughly hike up the hem of her dress and spin her so she’s facing the car door. Working my zipper, I free my cock and tug her panties down, not caring that it’s broad daylight and anyone inside the house could look out the window and see us.
Blinding, rage-filled lust takes over as I slide into her, pounding her against the car with all the fury in my blood. She leans her forearms against the door to brace herself, rough sounds coming from her throat that I barely register. My sole focus is on my dick thrusting in and out of her tight wetness. It soothes my demon while also urging him on. The sensation overrides everything, the anger, the pain, the shame. All I can do is feel. She’s giving herself to me and I’m taking it. Using her hard, riding the waves of excitement and rage and lust and—
My release rips out of me so forcefully, I slap a hand on the car to keep myself upright. Pleasure cascades through my veins with a strength that takes my breath away, and I nuzzle the back of Candi’s neck and grunt with every shuddering pulse. For a moment, I feel better. Until I pull away and zip up, and the darkness starts to creep back in.
Turning around, Candi smooths down her dress and takes my hand.
“More,” she whispers thickly. “Take me upstairs and give me more.”
I don’t respond, eyeing her with suspicion. Does she have a motive, or does she really want this? In the Cellar, she could hardly even look at me. Now she’s hungry for my cock.
“I know what you need, Armani,” she says, eyes blazing. “And I want you to take it. Take me as many times as you need until the anger is gone.”
My chest hitches with a caught breath.Control yourself, man. Control—
Throwing her over my shoulder, I carry her into the house, up the stairs, closing the distance to our bedroom in record time.
I toss her onto the bed and she wiggles out of her dress. Meanwhile, I’m barely aware that I’m shedding my own clothes, so focused on getting my dick inside my wife that everything around me is a blur. It doesn’t matter if she has a motive or not. She’s giving herself up to me and I need to be inside her.
Climbing onto the bed, I lie back and pull her on top of me. I’m so hard that Candi barely has a chance to straddle me before I’m pumping into her, practically snarling, thrusting like an animal. She takes me deep, throwing her head back, rocking her hips to meet my thrusts.
Her moans only urge me on. I let my hips take over, stripping her of any semblance of control as I fuck her harder, faster. She’s so wet, I know she’s getting off on this, but I barely have a mind to care. The only thing that matters is fucking all this darkness away. Her pussy soothes me, calms me, makes me forget…
“Take it, Armani!” Her harsh cries fill my brain. “Just like that. Oh, God. Oh, yeah.”
Thighs tightening around my hips, her head drops so her forehead is against mine, her nails digging into my pecs.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, breathless as her climax hits.
Her sheath pulses and tightens around me, wetness soaking my dick. I come fast again, and it’s so intense I see a flash of white before my eyes. Candi pulls back, hips still rocking against mine as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm. Our eyes lock.
“More,” she says, incredibly still hungry for me. “I want you to fuck me until you don’t need to anymore.”
She reaches for me, pulling me up so my lips crash against hers, and I realize I can already feel my cock stirring again.
The darkness isn’t done with me yet, and I’m not done with Candi, either.
Not even close.
