Page 125 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
“I love this,” I whisper, getting choked up from the pleasure. “You fucking me in our bedroom. Ours. Not mine or yours. Ours.”
“Stop that,” Crown commands, spanking me again and making my skin sting pleasantly. “You’ll get me worked up too fast with that shit.” He pauses again and then slips the toy in further, making my stomach muscles clench at the delicious invasion. “Our bedroom,” he repeats, voice broody but pleased. “Our house.” The toy goes in another notch. “Our baby.”
He pushes it in again, and I let out a wild sound of excitement as the biggest bead slips into my well-lubed body.
Crown reaches down for his cock, and I hear that wet, hungry sound of him using his fist before he puts the head of his dick to my entrance. He thrusts in fast and hard, and I let out a scream that makes Fem bark wildly.
He races into the room, almost killing our vibe, but Crown’s voice snaps out like a whip.
“Go lay down now,” he snarls out, and my dog pauses, looks at him, and then lets out an annoyed grumble before retreating. “Fuck.” Crown spanks me again, as if it’s my fault that Fem is this way. “You and that dog, both brats. Terrible, awful brats.” Another smack, and then I’m squirming so wildly against him that he gives in.
His hands lock down on my hips, and he starts to thrust, slamming my body into the wooden footboard over and over again. There’s no give there. Each movement drives him all the way to my core, and I’m left scrabbling at the quilt, wrinkling it up and biting it as I moan with indulgent surrender.
The toy creates this ridged feeling inside of me, Crown’s dick stroking along those silicone balls through the thin wall of flesh between my pussy and my ass. I’m as full as I’ve ever been.
When Crown grabs my hair and yanks my head up, he pulls me even tighter to him. His other hand curves around my face, fingers sliding into my mouth. I moan and bite down on them as he rides me hard against the bed, taking over every orifice of my body and claiming it.
“Don’t you dare come without my permission,” he breathes, his own voice labored with carnal gratification. “Don’t you dare.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, dig my fingernails in, and hold on for the ride.
I’m sure that I’m going to break. Over and over again, every thrust is torture. I need to come. It’s becoming impossible to resist.
“Please, Vice President,” I manage to whisper, the words husky and fragmented. “Please let me come.”
With a ragged growl, Crown digs his fingertips into my hips and blows his load, balls slapping my clit.
“Come for me, naughty girl,” he breathes, and that’s it. It’s over.
I scream again, pushing back against him as my body convulses, constricting around Crown’s shaft and holding him prisoner while I finish riding out those final, violent waves.
My body sags to the bed as Crown very carefully and very slowly removes the toy from my ass. He slides out of me and pads into the bathroom; I heard the sink run first then the bath.
He comes back for me, scooping up my boneless body and carrying me into the bathroom. My dog glares at us both with ice-blue eyes from the corner as Crown places me into the bathtub. He tests the water to make sure it’s the right temperature (scalding, yay), plugs the drain, and then climbs in behind me.
It’s a tight fit, but that’s okay. I curl up in his arms, lids sliding closed with contentedness.
“Get some sleep,” he commands, and it’s an easy one to follow. I’m exhausted. “You’ll need all the energy you can get to deal with Cat tomorrow.”
He’s right, but that’s okay: I’m ready for it. And I’m not afraid.
I’m gunning for my enemies, and the taste of vengeance is pungent and cloyingly sweet on the back of my tongue. With as much hunger as Crown just ate me out, I’m going to hunt my sisters’ murderers and spill their blood.
It won’t make things right, but it will quench some of my insatiable rage.
Paired with my love for these men, it’s enough to keep my scarred heart on the track toward being whole again.
“The casino, huh?” Cat asks, stroking his beard as he studies the text messages from Grey and then looks up at me with a mixture of hatred and curiosity. I just stay still, hating that we’re in his office and my brother died right in the doorway. I looked for bloodstains when I walked in a few minutes ago, but I didn’t see any.
Crown must know all the best ways to get brain matter off a wall.
A shudder takes over me that I don’t even bother to hide. It’s good if my father believes I’m afraid of him, if he thinks my confession of love meant anything other than the truth. I do love him, but I will also kill him if needed.
