Page 179 of Endgame

Her shock works in my favor. I use it to pin her back against the wall. To slam two hands on either side of her beautiful, confused face.

I level my face with hers. “You matter.”

“You do too. Out there, they said?—”

Maybe I should hear her out. Maybe I don’t give a fuck.

Lifting a hand to her jaw, I tip her face up and claim her blabbering mouth. I kiss the words out of her. Lick the pain and doubts anyone’s planted in her head.

My wife is brave, thinking she’s resisting by grabbing my shirt.

The only thing her nails do is turn me right the fuck on.

When I bite her bottom lip, she lets out a throaty moan that has me throbbing. I grab her by the hip, thrusting her body to where I need her the most.

By pressing her to my aching cock, I get a sliver of the friction I’ve been desperate for.

It’s nowhere near enough.

I fear nothing ever will be.

“More,” she echoes my thoughts. My deepest, darkest desires. “Please, Everett.”

Tonight is unlike all the nights that came before this one. I don’t want predictable. I don’t need a part of her that I’ve already claimed.

“Please, what? You want me to hear you out?” I push her face up higher, trailing soft kisses over the curve of her jaw. I roll my hips into her, slowly, gently.

Both of these light touches torture her. I hear it in her little huffs. Feel it in how she arches her back, pleading with me to go harder on her.

“Please.”

“Please, explain to you what you heard out there?” I bend lower, licking one of her nipples through her dress.

“Yes, ye—” As soon as I pull back, as I cup her pussy possessively without giving her the pleasure she’s dying to have, Aurora’s eyes widen. “No. I’m sorry. Don’t stop, don’t?—”

I can only deny her for so long. I bite her hardened nipple, my middle finger pushing through the fabric of her dress. The sound of her whimper swallows up her pleas.

“Hmm.” One last lick to the tortured spot, and I rise to my full height.

She’s disheveled and wild beneath me. This woman is mine. I own her.

I’m going to mark her everywhere.

“As I said, no one else matters.” I rub her, slow enough to torture. “You do. You’re all I see. With your pupils blown, with the way you gasp. You’re begging to get fucked, and you care about them?”

Her thighs clench around me. I don’t think she has any idea that she’s riding my hand.

With her parents just outside the hall.

“You’re right, I am. I want you, Everett.”

Fuck, I’m dying over here.

“You’ll get your cock, brat.” Oh, will she ever. I can already hear her begging me to stop. “Turn around.”

This isn’t really a request. I fist her long, thick hair, spinning her to the wall.

We both let out a groan once I press her cheek to it. The depravity, the heat pulsing through us.