Page 33 of Bloody Wedding (The Order of the Owed #1)

TWENTY-TWO

CONTROL

ADRIAN

I have. I wish I didn’t. There are so many things that I’ve kept from her… but this amazing woman honestly believes that I always tell her the truth. I like to think that I do when it counts. My lies are all meant to protect her, to keep her safe, so maybe that’s why they don’t count to Loni…

Either way, my wife’s foolish trust in her villainous husband works in my favor because she whispers the word, “No,” a second before I feel her soft fingers taking a firm and possessive hold on the base of my erection.

“That’s my girl,” I grit out as she lodges the head of my cock at her entrance. “Now take me, fuck me, show me that I’m yours.”

That’s all I want. To be Loni’s. And maybe I’m using that fleeting jealous I picked up on earlier to manipulate her into being the one to fuck me, but hell if it isn’t working.

She goes slowly, taking my full length into her body. And when she has, pausing to see if I’m going to break my word and start pounding into her, I clench my jaw and tell her, “Go on. Do it. Fuck me.”

I trail a hand down her back as she moves. “That’s it. You know exactly how to take your pleasure from your husband. Because that’s what I am, Loni. I’m yours.”

Claim me, damn it. Give me some sign that, in less than a month, you’ll spit in Jack’s face and tell him that you choose to be mine.

She doesn’t. She does exactly what I said instead, focusing on fucking me to the point that, before I even know it, I’m sensing the familiar tingles of an approaching climax at the base of my spine.

“Holy shit… oh, my wife. You did it. Look at you, princess. I’m about to come.”

Yeah. Announcing it like that? Might have been a mistake.

She immediately stops what she’s doing. “No.”

What?

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I said no .”

“Avalon—”

She laughs under her breath. Fuck if I know why since, the way my balls ache, my body ready to come, I don’t see anything funny about her deciding to stop fucking me right before I could. “Do you know something? Whenever you get pissed at me, you go right for the full name. Avalon.”

“I’ll call you whatever the hell you want if you just keep fucking me.”

“But that’s my point. You said I was in control.”

“You are.”

She gives me a pity bounce. I meet the thrust, slamming home into her, only realizing after she starts tsk -ing that I failed some kind of test.

Right. Because I told her to fuck me. That if she wanted pleasure, she had to take it from her husband.

If she wanted pleasure…

I dig my fingers into her hips. “Loni. Loni . My wife. My beautiful, beautiful wife… you’re not going to get off and leave me like this, are you?

Because you can’t. I need you.” An open-mouthed kiss to the side of her throat.

“I need this. I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.

A friend for Peaches? A night out at the Court together?

The deed to my house”—that I had the Order’s lawyer add her name to the same day that I filed our wedding license—“or my car. You want my car, princess? Let me have all of you… let me Claim you again and again… but just… Claim me .”

That’s all I want. All I’ve ever wanted.

For the Offering I’ve been obsessed with since I was a lonely little boy to realize that, no matter how I teased and poked and terrorized her, I did it all out of a twisted sort of love and affection.

To give me the love I hungered for in return, accepting that my addiction to her was as inevitable as the sun rising the next morning.

Surrounded by fire, lit up by flames, the heat of Loni’s body sears me to the soul more effectively than what’s flickering beyond the grate of the fireplace.

And when she reaches behind her, finding my bare ass cheek, digging her fingernails into it as she lets out a soft laugh… I would burn happily for her.

“Loni…” I groan.

“I swear to God. No one would’ve believed me if I told them I could make Adrian Heller beg on his knees.”

Is that what she wants? “I’ll go on my knees right now, but only if you keep that pussy right where it is. I’d love it if you rode me like that.”

“Ah, baby, I’m sure you would.”

The rare pet name is almost enough to have me coming without any other stimulation but the warmth of her cunt snuggling my cock. Baby… she would always apologize whenever it slipped out, as though worried that my public persona would switch on in private and I’d tease her for it.

I never did. Not then, and not now. But I won’t deny that, in public, I did things—said things—to Loni that I’m not proud of. If I spend the rest of our lives together working to make it up to her, even that won’t be enough, but fuck if I’m not willing to try.

I’ll do anything for her.

Even suffer the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had if it gave her a little bit of power over me to reclaim…

“So what do you say? Should we move this to the floor?”

She pretends to think it over for a second. “No.”

“ Loni .”

My wife giggles. “You wanted me to fuck you. That means we go at my speed. So you just stand there and let me use you like a dildo, and when I’m ready to go off, I’ll let you know. Maybe then I’ll give you permission to do the same.”

“Do you know how degrading it is to be compared to a piece of mindless silicone?”

“It’s you or my vibrator, Adrian. I’ll get off either way.”

Holy hell, I love this side of Loni. Especially since she’s bluffing. “When I had my guys move your stuff here, I specifically looked for anything like that. You want dick, real or fake? You come to me.”

“Sorry, but they did a shit job, baby. I have a lipstick vibe that I keep in my makeup bag. It’s kept my company six days of the week.”

I suck on her neck. “Shouldn’t have told me that, princess. The second I can get my hands on it, it’s going right in the garbage disposal. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms are mine?—”

“Yeah.” She starts rocking against me again. “Prove it.”

Gladly.

Together, we develop a rhythm where I’m not doing any of the work, but fuck me, I’m enjoying the complete loss of control. I’m always so wound up, making plots, making plans, getting the job done… it’s a relief if only for a few stolen moments to let Loni take the lead.

And that’s when, right as she starts panting, her orgasm imminent, I hear a knock at the door, followed by the sound of it easing inward.

No !

“Adrian? You in there?”

I don’t have to turn around to know that it’s Dallas at the door. And because it’s Dallas, I don’t pull out and kill him for walking in on me and my wife.

Though, for a second there, the temptation to go searching for my Tomcat is real .

Dallas… My cousin and I used to have baths together when we were boys, and long before I first convinced Loni to let me fuck her, our circle jerks were legendary.

There was nothing like the two of us hanging out in my room, watching porn on our phones, and seeing who could last longer before we nutted into our come rags.

There wasn’t anything sexual about it, either.

It was two thirteen-year-old, horny bastards who discovered tugging on their cocks felt good, and watching women with huge tits get railed online was better than doing our homework.

It was our hobby that summer until I mentioned that, when I wasn’t watching free porn online, I jerked it to one of the girls in school.

He knew who I meant. I should’ve realized then that my obsession with Loni was the biggest open secret in Harmony Heights, but I brushed it off that Dallas knew because he knows me.

Whatever it was, it was fine. He never spilled. Dallas had his own secrets even then, and just like I’ll always keep his, he’ll forever keep mine.

Right now? It’s not like he’s going to go downstairs and tell the whole party that their host has the guest of honor bent over a desk, begging her to let him come. I’m no sub, but when it comes to Loni… I’ll do whatever she wants, and if there’s anyone who understands that, it’s Dallas.

Besides, there was that time one New Years, before I gave up casual sex, when we were twenty and we shared a girl.

No swords crossed that day, the townie we picked up more than willing to focus on us separately before offering up two distinct holes for us to fuck, so he’s seen me in the act before.

God knows he’s more than aware of what my ass looks like.

It’s Loni I shield from his curious gaze. Pushing my chest to her back, making sure that all he can see is my dick in her pussy, and my ass sticking out as I crush her down, I cover her with my body.

She lets out a soft oof that becomes a squeal when she realizes we have company.

“Adrian? Shit. Get off. Get off. Is someone there? Who’s there?”

I free a hand, stroking Loni’s brow, dragging my fingers through her hair in a soothing gesture.

Then, calling out to Dallas, I say, “Whatever you need, it can wait. I’m fucking my wife right now, and that comes first. So if you value your eyeballs at all, get out.” I pause. “Know what? Go to the end of the hall. Watch the door. I don’t want any other interruptions.”

Normally, Dallas would give me crap for bossing him around like my hired help instead of calling in a favor from my bro.

Sure, I’ve always been the leader of our group—even when everyone knows he’ll eventually take over for his father as the new King—but as close as we are, we both accept that he’ll be the face of the Order, I’ll be the brains, and we’ll fix all the shit that my uncle got wrong.

But this is my wife, and not even Dallas is safe from my jealousy.

He’s a smart guy. Without a word, he leaves, and I have no doubt in my mind that he’s doing exactly what I said.

I wait for the door to click closed before I return my attention to Loni. I want nothing more to continue what we were doing, but just in case, I ask, “Do you really want me to get off of you?”

Her response is to arch her back again, pushing her ass against me, taking my cock all the way inside of her. She’s panting softly as she murmurs, “Depends. I heard the door close. Is he gone?”

I huff, not sure if I’m amused or annoyed at what she’s implying.

“You don’t think I’d let someone stay and watch me fuck you?

Hell no, princess. Those pretty little whimpers are mine and mine alone.

Fuck. If it was anyone but Dallas, I wouldn’t have threatened their eyes.

I would’ve grabbed the fire poker, plucked them right out, and come back to you before you even know I’d left the warmth of your sweet body. ”

The ruthless vow is out before I can think better of how she might receive it. I almost regret the brutal honesty—even if it’s one of only a few things my wife actually appreciates about her husband—but then she shudders, and I don’t know what to think about that.

“What’s the matter, Loni? Afraid of your husband?”

She shakes her head, a muffled groan tearing out of her throat.

No?

I think of the groan. Of how, when I promised to pluck out my cousin’s eyes, her pussy fluttered, then squeezed me. Afraid… no. Loni wasn’t afraid.

She was turned all the way the fuck on.

I have to make sure I’m right. “You don’t… you like it when I get violent over you?”

She bobs her head, and it’s my turn to squeeze hard to keep from nutting without her permission. I haven’t gotten it yet, and I’m the one who is terrified that she’ll put an end to this moment if I take over after promising that she can be in control.

I have to do something, though. So I bow my head, biting through her sweater. I don’t find skin—or, if I do, it’s not enough to hurt her—but I can’t resist the urge to pin her down any way I can and fuck her until she admits that she cares for me.

Maybe she won’t love me. Maybe I’ve done too much damage to ever expect that from her.

But there isn’t anyone I won’t threaten or shoot or destroy for this woman.

Hearing that she likes it? I spent so long, terrified that my dark side would be the breaking point for Loni.

The bullying wasn’t; even when I treated her like shit in school, she would seek me out and fuck me after it.

Forcing her to marry me… she went along with it.

Seeing Desmond St. James dead at her feet? I thought… I thought I would have to keep her my unwilling bride, my forever captive, locking her with me if I had to, using every fucking bylaw in the Order’s charter to keep her as mine.

But she liked it.

Because I was right. Because I knew it.

Because this woman was always meant to belong to Adrian Heller, and not even a casual threat of maiming, dismemberment, and death will kill her attraction for me.

It’s a start. If that’s all I can have, I’ll take it.

I’ll take it all—and like I vowed to her on our wedding night, I will never, ever let her go.