Page 89 of Coercion

I pick her up, slide her back onto my cock and she hisses as I settle inside her.

“It’s too good.” I groan. She is too good.

She doesn’t respond behind a whimper and as if that spurs me on, I start fucking her just as mercilessly as before.

The sound of our wet flesh slapping against each other mingles with the groans and grunts as I take my wife one more time.

“I can’t, I can’t.” She sobs but I don’t care what she says, because she will. She will come for me. She will give me this.

I slam into her pussy, and despite her protestations, I can feel how close she is.

“You like me using you.” I state. “You enjoy it, Ruby. Admit it.”

“Yes,” She sobs, like it’s some sordid little secret.

“You’re my wife.” I growl. “My wife to use as I see fit. And using you like this…” I start punctuating each word, ensuring that, though I can’t say the ‘L’ word, it’s there, that feeling, thatneed, that obsession. “Using you like this makes me happy, and you want your husband to be happy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She cries as her body becomes more erratic, as wave after wave starts to take over.

“Come, wife, prove how much you enjoy being my slut.”

She shakes her head, those pretty tears stream down her face once more but, just as always, she’s obedient in this, and she starts screaming, writhing, proving that every word I spoke is true.

I groan in response, only just managing to hold myself back from spilling my load.

“I’m going to fill you up, wife.” I say, putting my hand on her belly. “And one day soon I’ll put a baby in there.”

Her eyes widen. She lets out a gasp.

“Would you like that? To grow fat with my child?”

She nods just a little like she’s trying to convince herself more than she is me. “But not yet.” She breathes.

“Not yet.” I agree.

I’m not ready for children yet despite my age, besides I want to enjoy my wife, enjoy just her company and her body for a while.

We’ll make our kingdom secure, ensure we are untouchable and then, and only then, will I start breeding her, will have her pretty little body swollen and full with our heirs.

I leave her to sleep,though it’s a hard thing to do. She looks so peaceful, so content, tucked up in my bed, right where she belongs.

When I get to the office, Noah is already waiting, and we spend hours going through every one of Gunnar’s cronies, going through all the little details we know, working out where the cracks are, and what weaknesses we can exploit.

Unsurprisingly, most of Gunnar’s men are loyal to him. When we make our move, most of them will be eliminated. But there are a few, a handful who are already giving off signals that they’re not happy to see the Holtz empire in his dirty little hands.

It’s nearly five when Jace comes racing in through the door.

He glances at the papers, sees the lists of names and a flicker of curiosity covers his face, before he quickly fixes his gaze on me.

“It’s all over.” He says.

“What is?” I reply.

“Levi. He passed an hour ago.”

My eyebrows raise. I guess I’m not surprised. All the commentary from the hospital was he was unlikely to make it. But Iamannoyed that the bastard couldn’t even wait on more day.

“Well?” Jace says, grinning.