Page 115 of Unbroken

My chuckle is low and wicked as I slowly rise and strip off my clothes, my cock thick and straining between us.

“On your hands and knees. Tits down, ass up, spread wide for me, Ruthie.”

I give her a good slap to the ass, and she squeals. My cock throbs at the sight of my handprint across her perfect ass cheek.

My name’s still trembling on her lips when I rise, towering over her, breathing hard, cock swollen and aching with need. She looks up at me with glassy, thoroughly fucked eyes, lips parted, her skin glowing with sweat and satisfaction—and I’m not done with her. Not even close.

She scrambles to obey, still trembling as she turns over, arching for me, offering herself like something sacred and filthy all at once. Her ass is high, thighs parted just enough to make my breath catch. She's dripping. Flushed. Mine.

I palm her ass and give it a firm smack, watching it jiggle, loving the sound of her sharp gasp. A perfect little squeal. My twin handprints rise fast and red across her cheek, and I groan, barely restraining the urge to slam into her right then and there.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” I growl, rubbing where I struck her, soothing as much as I mark. “That’s mine. This body?Mine.”

“Yes,” she gasps out, pushing back into my hand. “Yours.”

Pride swells in me.No oneowns this woman without her consent, and she’smine.

I grab her hips, squeezing hard, angling her just right. My other hand trails up her spine, fingers curling into her hair, giving a gentle tug that pulls a needy moan from her throat.

“You want my cock, baby?” I whisper into her ear, bending over her back, voice dangerous and full of dark promise. “You want me to fill this tight little pussy while you whimper and beg and take every goddamn inch I give you?”

“Yes. Please,” she cries. “Please, I need you—need you sobad. I want you inside me. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me—hard. Deep. I want you to ruin me.”

That’s it. That’s fucking it.

I grip her hips and slam into her in one smooth, ruthless thrust, burying myself to the hilt with a moan. She cries out, loud and raw, her fingers digging into the sheets as her body takes me, stretches for me, welcomes me.

“God damn,” I hiss through my teeth, rocking back to watch her swallow me whole again. “You take me so fucking good. Just like that. Just like you were made to.”

Her walls flutter around me, hot and tight, gripping me like a vice. I start to move, slow at first—deep, grinding thrusts that make her sob. I stay low over her, chest brushing her back, hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard.

“I want you to remember this,” I growl in her ear. “Every time you sit. Every time you walk. I want you sore and dripping with me.”

She’s panting into the sheets, and I love her like this—undone, used, and adored. I shift my angle, pistoning into her with increasing speed, driving deep, hitting the spot that makes her scream my name into the mattress.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I snarl, pounding into her. “Good girl. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze me while you come. Let me hear you scream.”

And she does—screams, actually, her whole body seizing as she shatters again, tighter than ever, pulsing around me like she’s trying to pull me deeper, like she never wants to let me go.

I groan loud, losing control, thrusting into her hard and fast… no restraint now, chasing my own edge. “Fuck, you’re so perfect?—”

I slam in one final time and spill into her, bliss claiming me, burying myself to the root, holding her down as I come so hard it feels like the world splits open.

We stay there—breathless, trembling, slick and soaked in each other. I stroke her spine, still inside her, keeping her grounded. I don’t want to leave.

“You okay?” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

She nods against the sheets, her voice hoarse but content. “More than okay.”

I smile.

“You’re not done,” I promise, nipping at her shoulder. “Not even close.”

Chapter 25

RUTHIE

The night airis colder than I expected.