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FORD

T he second I get Harper in the house, I don’t even turn on the lights.

I just carry her over my shoulder, rage and desire burning through my body.

I’m fucking ready to combust.

I feel her all over me as I move.

Her breath is shaky and uneven.

Her pulse hammers in her throat.

Her body is tense from anticipation, ready for me.

Or so she thinks.

I toss her onto the bed, then hit the lamp, letting her see the monster she created.

I toe my shoes off, then rip my shirt overhead.

I’m standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of faded jeans riding low on my hips and my boxers.

My breathing is loud and uneven as I step closer.

She doesn’t move.

She just waits like the good fucking prey she is.

I fucking love that about her.

I’m in front of her, staring down at her delectable body.

"You're quiet all of a sudden, baby," I murmur, dragging my fingers up her bare thigh, slow and deliberate.

Her breath hitches.

I smirk. "You had a lot to say back in that bar." My voice is dangerously soft.

She shivers.

But she still doesn’t back down. "I was just having fun," she whispers, her voice all sweet innocence.

I chuckle.

Fun?

She thinks this is a game.

I spring into action, lifting her from the bed.

She doesn’t even try to fight as I lower her to her feet in front of me.

She licks her lips, her chest rising and falling from her shaky breaths.

Then she takes a step back.

Then another.

And another.

I step closer, caging her against the door, my hands braced on either side of her head.

She gasps, her body going tight, pressing her back against the wood.

"Is that what you call it?" I murmur, my nose trailing along the shell of her ear.

She shudders.

"You wanted to see how far you could push me, didn’t you?" My lips skim the sensitive spot below her jaw, my breath hot against her skin.

She squirms.

Doesn’t answer me.

Brat.

I grab her throat, tipping her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.

"You wanted me to lose my fucking mind," I murmur.

Her lips part, her pupils blown wide.

I press my thumb against her bottom lip.

"You wanted to see if I’d snap," I continue, my voice dark, gravelly.

I’m in pure fucking control.

I lean in, brushing my lips against hers.

"But most of all…" I press my body fully against hers, letting her feel exactly how hard she’s made me.

"You wanted to know how I’d punish you."

She whimpers.

And I fucking love it.

I pull back just enough to drink her in.

Flushed cheeks.

Heavy breaths.

The way her fingers dig into my shirt she’s wearing, like she’s holding herself back from begging me.

"Tell me, baby." My voice drops. "Do you regret it?"

She swallows.

Slowly, she shakes her head.

I smirk. "Good."

I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head in one swift movement.

She gasps, her breath stuttering, her body arching into me.

"Because now, I'm going to show you exactly what happens when you act like a fucking brat."

She’s on all fours, naked, her back arched just the way I like it.

I grin, pouring a drop of lube on her ass, watching as it glides to her asshole.

She shivers, a whimper coming out of her.

Two of my fingers move in and out of her soaked pussy.

I toss the tube on the bed, my finger spreading it over her hole.

“Ford,” she whimpers, fear in her breathless voice.

“Shhh. Just trust me.”

I push the tip of my finger inside her tight hole, and she gasps.

My evil laugh fills the room, echoing from the walls. “You can take it, hummingbird. Just relax for me.”

I curl my fingers inside her pussy in a come here motion, and her muscles loosen.

She moans, her head dropping lower.

I push my finger deeper into her ass.

She gasps again.

“Mmm. So fucking tight.” My lips graze over her ass, placing gentle kisses that cause goosebumps to cover her skin.

I let her adjust around my finger in her ass, still pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy.

When she relaxes, I begin moving my finger in and out of her ass.

“Oh, God.” Her head hits the mattress. “Ford.”

“You wanted this, baby. Didn’t you?”

She nods.

I growl, and my fingers still. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” she sobs, turning her face slightly. “Fuck, yes, Ford. I wanted this. I want you.” She swallows audibly. “All of you.”

I hum, pleasure coursing through me like fire.

I work her into a frenzy, her legs and arms shaking so hard she can barely hold herself up.

Seconds before she explodes, I pull my fingers from her ass and pussy.

“Oh, God,” she sobs, falling onto the mattress. “Please, Ford.”

I tsk, smacking her ass. “God isn’t here, sweetheart. You know that.”

A wide smirk curls my lips. “It’s your fucking devil in the room with you tonight.”

She sobs into the mattress a few more seconds before lifting her messy face. “Please, Ford. I need to come.”

I grab her, flipping her onto her back.

I grab the lube, squirting a generous amount between her tits.

Tossing it aside, I push them together, then shove my cock between them. “You want to come on my cock, baby?”

Her face is tear-stained, snot and spittle still covering her chest from when I choked her with my cock.

“P-Please, F-Ford,” she begs. “I need you.”

I move, unable to stand another moment of the torment.

I line up with her entrance, then slide home, moaning at how wet and tight she is.

“Oh, fuck.” Her arms wrap around me, pulling me to her. “I love you.”

I grin, slowly thrusting inside. “Who do you love?”

“Y-You, h-husband.” Her lips quiver, her lashes wet from her tears.

I begin pounding into her.

Her heels dig into my ass, her hips arching from the bed.

Her tits bounce from my thrusts as I slam my cock hard and deep, making her scream.

Her nails slice into my back.

She fucking loves this.

My kiss is gentle before it turns possessive, consuming her.

“I love you, wife. You’re mine. Forever.”

Her pussy clenches around me. “Yours. Forever.”

I pound into her harder, our skin slapping together.

Her legs shake, and I smirk.

“Squirt all over me, baby.”

She detonates, screaming in my face as her nails slice my skin.

I keep going, pounding into her wetness, gritting my teeth.

“Mine,” I hiss, sweat dripping from my skin onto hers.

“Yours,” she whispers, her body limp.

I thrust deep, my balls aching, ready to explode.

I pull back, gritting my teeth. “I’m gonna fill up this pussy.”

Her eyes open, and her heels dig into my ass.

Her nails dig into my skin as she squeezes, trying to push me inside her.

I thrust deep, exploding inside her.

She arches up, her heels pushing me so deep she winces, but the sigh of pure contentment that falls from her lips makes my heart squeeze inside my chest.

I keep coming… and coming.

Jesus.

So fucking much come.

Then I collapse on her, spent and sated.

I lay there, panting against her neck.

“Mine,” Harper whispers, her arms and legs still wrapped around me.

My chest tightens.

My smile is so wide it hurts when I lift my head, staring into her exhausted eyes.

“Yours.”

Harper is boneless, wrecked, still trying to catch her breath.

My hands are on her thighs, spreading her open just to see how swollen and sensitive she is.

She whimpers, shifting away.

I chuckle, gripping her hips, dragging her back. "Nuh-uh, baby," I murmur. "Let me see."

She shudders. "F-Ford…"

I press my lips to the inside of her knee. "What’s wrong?"

"You… you…" She huffs a breath, flopping onto the mattress. "You ruined me."

I smirk.

I ruined her.

She’s wrecked. Spent. A fucking mess.

But she loved every second of it.

I kiss her ankle, my grip still firm on her thighs. "You asked for it, baby."

She groans, dragging a pillow over her face.

I pull it off. "Nuh-uh. Don’t hide from me now."

Her eyes narrow. "I hate you."

I chuckle.

"You love me," I murmur, dragging my thumb over the fresh bruises on her hips. "You love when I fuck you like this."

She whimpers but doesn’t deny it.

I press my lips to her knee.

"Next time you feel like acting like a brat," I murmur, "remember what happens when I have to remind you who you belong to."

She glares at me. "You’re insufferable."

I grin, biting down lightly on her thigh. "And you're mine."

She huffs a breath, looking at the ceiling.

"The wedding is tomorrow."

I hum. "And?"

"And I can’t move."

I chuckle. "You’ll be fine, baby."

She groans. "You’re a monster."

I grin.

But I don’t deny it.

Because we both fucking know she loves every second of it.