Page 121 of Captive Audience

And for all Rook’s dominance, his violence, his absolute control of every situation, the power between us wasn’t unequal.

He was the one with money, formidable connections, and the strength of a warrior.

But I was the one who could break him.

I took his face in my hands and gripped firmly. “Rook,” I said, my voice cracking along with the last thread of my resistance.

“Aye, Wife.” He pressed his lips to mine briefly, soft and reverent. “I think you’re finally starting to understand what you mean to me.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. The feelings whirling inside me were too overwhelming. Too real. Too goddamn dangerous to put into words.

So I did the only safe thing I could before my foolish heart got carried away.

My expression turned fierce. “Husband?”

“Love?”

That one little word threatened to undo me. “Shut up and fuck me harder.”

Rook smirked as though he knew exactly why I needed him to ruin me. “As you wish.”

He turned relentless then, giving me everything I’d asked for by pounding into me with brutal force. Callused hands gripped my thighs, digging into flesh and bruising.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Wanna feel you come on my cock while I’m buried deep inside you.”

I dropped my hand between us, first feeling the place where we were joined and Rook’s thick cock sliding in and out of me.

He leaned back to see, eyes wild, breath ragged, chest heaving like he was moments from losing control. “Fuck. Look at you. Hot and wet and stretched around me.”

I shifted two fingers to my clit, circling it just right.

A low moan slipped from my lips as my head fell back.

“That’s it, love. Lose yourself, but I want your eyes on mine when you do it.”

With his gaze fixed on me, Rook quickened his movements. My thighs shook. A warm pressure built inside me, swelling with every stroke of my fingers and every rough snap of Rook’s hips.

“I’m close,” I muttered.

“Come apart for me, Wildfire.”

And I did.

I shattered with a cry, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure surged through me. Every nerve lit up. Every thought disintegrated.

Rook drove into me one last time, hard and deep, following me over the edge with a sound that was pure devastation and bliss. “Fuck, Asha.”

We clung to each other, breathless, trembling, and wrecked.

My back was still pressed against the wall, and my jelly legs still wrapped around Rook. He held me like I was precious. Like he didn’t want to let me go.

And honestly, I didn’t want him to.

This moment marked the end of something broken and the beginning of something I wasn’t ready for.

Not love. Not yet.

But something close. Something that could break me in a thousand different ways.