Page 1 of Broken Souls

One

HIM

My dick is still burning from the tattoo she just gave me, but fuck, I need that pussy. My fiancee’s lying in my arms, stroking her fingers between her lips, touching what I want. What Iown.Property of Varius Shadowis inked beneath her black curls.Mine.

She turns her head into her pillow and sucks in a little breath, trying not to wake me. She knows I need my sleep after the shit that happened last night – our attempt to kill the Boss of the Death Hunt gang led to one of my brothers nearly dying under his claws.

But the scent of her cum-stuffed pussy’s getting stronger. It’s tickling my nose, filling my lungs until I’m consumed by the idea of rolling her onto her back and sinking into her balls deep.

“Micha,” I growl, trailing my hand from her breast to her stomach. She stills rather than jumps, her assassin training locking her muscles down despite her surprise. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“I don’t need –”

My fingers wrap around her wrist and pull.

She tries to resist, but I am much bigger than her, much stronger than her, and I force her fingers up to my mouth. Flicking my tongue out, I taste what’s mine.

A groan rumbles from my chest.

A soft whimper escapes hers.

“Whose name is on your pussy?” I growl, stroking her fingertips across my lower lip.

“Some neanderthal who thinks he can just say, ‘Grr. I man. Grr. You woman.’”

My smile twitches into existence, then falls as my cock hardens. “Say my name, Micha.”

Her spine stiffens against my chest. My little monster – so damn defiant over any order, no matter how small… My blood heats in anticipation of getting her to submit.

Sucking her fingers inside my mouth, I twirl my tongue around them. She shudders. Then wiggles her pert little ass against my cock, making me hard.

Relaxing my grip on her wrist, I skim my fingers down her arm, trailing goosebumps across her ribcage. Her hip. I dip towards her pussy, and she spreads her legs on a little moan.

But instead of touching her there, I go up to tease her breasts, feathering my fingers across her A cups but not touching her nipples like she wants me to. She’s so damn sensitive there, often enjoying the pinch of clamps.

“Tell me who owns your pussy,” I growl, having finally released her hand from my mouth.

My blood pounds in the thick veins of my cock. I rock my hips forward. She sucks in a breath, and I know she is close to breaking.

I graze my fingers over her nipples, checking that they’re hard before dipping my hand south. I tease the top of her pussy lips, circling around but not going in. She rocks her hips in invitation, but if she doesn’t say her pussy is mine, I am not going to give her what she wants.

Grabbing my cock, I slide it between her thighs, building her up but denying her that final finish. Her pussy slides across the length of me, feeling so damn good despite the burn of my new tattoo. She lowers a hand to the front of her thighs and rubs the head of my cock as it pushes out.

I groan at the feel of her. I fondle her breasts, letting my palm graze her nipples just barely. Her breathing grows ragged and harsh as I slide my dick back and forth between her thighs.

She tries to sneakily touch her clit, but I’m on her before she can apply any pressure. Locking both her arms above her head with one large hand around her wrists, I bite her shoulder. “That’s two strikes against you, Mrs. Shadow.”

She whimpers as her name rolls off my tongue. We are not married yet. She has not officially taken my name, but she will. There’s no changing that even if she can’t give me the heirs I wanted when I purchased her four months ago. Micha Shadow ismine. If anyone tries to take her from me, I’ll kill them. If she tries to run, I’ll just drag her back.

My free hand roaming around her nipples again, I keep pumping my cock between her wet thighs. She squeezes me as she whimpers and moans. Desperate and needy but still so damn stubborn.

“Tell me who owns your pussy, little monster, and I’ll let you come.”

She sucks in a ragged breath. She tries to tug her arms free as I stroke my fingers across her clit too gently for her to find true pleasure. My grip tightens. My cock quickens, but my finger stays feather-light.

“You better hurry up,” I moan as my pace increases even more, “or I’m going to come between your thighs.”

A strangled noise breaks past her lips. With a defeated groan, she rasps, “Varius.”