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“You heard me.” The massive bruise in the centre of his stomach is larger than his hand, nearly black in colour, with a smattering of dark red and purple around the edges, and some yellows and greens mixed in throughout.I don’t know what happened to him, but the last time I saw an injury like this, Johnson brought me a half-dead woman to torture that he hit with his car. To say my hackles are raised is an understatement, and I deserve to know if I almost lost him.

“I’m fine, baby,” he moans as I take him into my mouth, sucking him hard and slow. His fingers weave into my hair, pulling tight but not controlling me. I can’t stop as I smile around his cock, he knows what I’m about to do. I take him to the back of my throat, working him to the edge as my fingers graze the underside of his sack. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Mallory.”

I watch as every line of his body defines, tensing despite the injuries. Pulling my lips off his cock, “Or what?” I taunt.

He yanks on my hair, dragging me up his body. His one hand on my hip pushes me back onto his cock as he drives up into me.

“That’s fucking what,” he growls.

I writhe against him as he slams into my swollen pussy. Bucking into me from beneath has to be agonizing for him. “Nox, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself even more.”

“I don’t fucking care, baby. Being shot stopped me once before, it won’t stop me again.”

“What!” I scream, bouncing on his cock, the sound of slapping skin reverberating around us.

“You fucking heard me. Nothing will stop me from crawling home to you. Nothing will stop me from sinking into your sweet, wet, cunt. Not injury. Not work. Not evenfucking death. I’ll still own you from the other side, Mallory. You’re mine.”

Well isn’t that romantic?

His punishing thrusts and vow of devotion drag me towards another orgasm. Exploding around him, he rolls us, driving into me from above as I shake beneath him. On his knees between my thighs, I watch him find his release. He pulls himself from within me, working his length, and shooting his cum onto my skin. Nox smirks down at me, observing the picture he’s painted. He drags his cock through his seed, then pushes back inside me. Using his dick to paint me from the inside.

“Stop it or we’ll never get off the floor,” I say through gasping breaths.

Repeating the process, Nox says, “I fail to see how that’s a problem.” He watches his cock move in and out of me, as I silently observe him. Fire relighting in his eyes from the scene before him, and an almost imperceptible twinge in his jaw every time his hips rock forward.

“Nope, play time’s over, tough guy,” I say, scrambling away. He moves erratically to grab my ankle, but misses. Thumping into the hardwood floor, and hissing out in pain. “Damn it, Nox. Stop re-injuring yourself.” He grimaces, looking up at me and pressing his palm to the massive bruise.

Extending my hand, I haul his mountainous body off the floor, helping him to the bedroom. I pull back the covers, and he plops down onto the mattress, clearly exhausted. I feel bad wanting to engage with him, when what he really needs is rest. However, as I help him out of his black zip-up sweater, and see the myriad of scrapesand bruises all over his arms, I can’t keep my tongue caged any longer.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” The phrase slips out with more bite than I intend, but maybe my anger will encourage his cooperation.

“Later, come to bed.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“Mallory…” he pleads.

“No, Lennox. Fucking tell me or I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Like hell you will.”

“Watch me.” I glare him down as he struggles to roll onto his back and inch himself up slowly into a sitting position.

Our eyes lock as I wait him out. His gaze is assessing me. What for? I have no fucking idea, but the longer time ticks on the more annoyed I become by his silence. There’s a minuscule tug on the side of his mouth and he bites his lip, almost like he’s trying to stifle a smile, but I can’t even fathom why he’d be grinning at a time like this.

“Jefferds and I had a problem.”

“Okay… What does that mean?”

“Does it matter? There was a problem…now there isn’t.”

“Nox,” I say, trying to quell the rage sparking in my chest. “You said you were shot.” He nods.Fuck, I’m going to punch this man right in his bruise if he keeps this shit up.

“Look at you getting all worked up. So feisty!” he snickers.

“Fuck you,” I growl, snatching my ghost blanket off the bed and storming out the door.

“MALLORY! WAIT!” I dart into the bathroom and jump behind the open door, concealing myself. Nox’s feet hit the floor, the sound of him breathing through the pain, and cursing under his breath follow him down the hallway.