Page 131 of Endgame

The storm in her eyes. The scowl on her tortured face.

She’s beautifully broken. My wife.

“I won’t ask any more questions today. I’ll be good.” She spits out the last word, eyeing the phone I placed on the armrest beside me. “But don’t send it to them. I don’t want them anywhere near me.”

“And?”

Aurora doesn’t resist me as I bend to grab her by the hips. She goes up in the air, letting me spin her so her back presses against me.

Fucking her like this will be a tight fit, with her thighs pressed together. It’s going to hurt.

She’s going to feel every inch of me.

Her head bows down, her fingers trembling on my knees.

She’s staying in place.

For me.

I’ve been terrible to her, and she chooses to stay. To hold on to me.

“And I don’t have anything to bargain with so you won’t send it to them.” Her voice breaks, pain clawing through every word. “I’ve never had anything. I’ve got nothing now. I give up.”

Her loneliness. The scars etched on her soul. I’m such an asshole.

Later, heads will roll, and that’s a guarantee.

This instant, Aurora aches to be fucked even more than I want to have her. To be taken care of. I’m going to give it to her.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I bend her over until her hands touch the floor, holding her by her hips. I flip her dress up, groaning at how beautiful she is with her butt plug in her ass. “You have your cunt.”

“You’ve already taken it.”

“Stop interrupting me and get on my cock, princess.”Crack, I spank her. “Fucking ride me. Come on me. If you fail to do either, your parents will get your picture.” When hell freezes over. “They’ll see your swollen lips. They’ll know your pretty mouth was fucked by your husband.”

I shift her, lifting just enough to angle her body the way I want, so when I take her later, sliding in will be effortless.

She looks over her shoulder at me, then twists farther to get a look at my wet, pulsing cock.

The flush on her cheeks is from both arousal and fear. “I’ll do it. Because I want to.”

Her body moves slowly toward me. Every part of her hesitates. Needs.

She tilts her hips up, exposing her pink, soaked pussy.

I’m seconds from railing her, hard. And when I do, I’m going to fill her up with our babies.

My patience has been hanging by a thread ever since I stepped foot into the house. There’s nothing left of it when I imagine her belly bearing our child. Milk swelling her tits.

Watching her carry something both of us created inside her beautiful body.

I’ll let her hold our babies instead of using them against her.

I’ll keep both of them. All of them.

My brain is fucked. Fried.

I’m done waiting. I shove her on my cock, being a savage about it.