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ADRIAN

S he was studying my profile as I tied off the replacement suture.

Her eyes searing into the side of my head as I checked my work.

She’d reopened her wound, leaving a trail of blood down the wall, small droplets mapping out the path I’d taken after I’d picked her up and set her down on the dining table before stitching her together again.

I glanced over at where our little crime scene had already begun to coagulate. Fingerprints and red blotches in the shape of her ass. She’d probably wanted it cleaned up and painted over. I wanted it framed.

“Gonna have to be a little more gentle next time you ride my face.” I smirked as I tapped her once on the thigh.

I could still smell her, feel her juices drying on my cheeks and chin.

My tongue swiped across my bottom lip. Yep, I could still taste her too.

“Not that I’m complaining. Everything I have is yours to ride for as long as you wanna ride it, Mrs. Lambert. ”

“I am not marrying you, Adrian.” Her jaw ticked, my name more of a curse than an endearment. I enjoyed the sound of it anyway.

“Too late. You already said yes. Over and over again if my memory serves me right.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure what people say during sex isn’t legally binding. If it were, men would realize their cocks aren’t as big as they think they are.”

I tugged her off the table and turned her around, before bending her over the top and leaning forward so my lips were against her ear. “Happy to let you try mine on for size again. Can’t have my bride regretting her decision before she even makes it down the aisle.”

“Sex isn’t a marriage proposal, Dr. Lambert,” she moaned, the strain seeping out of her voice the moment my fingers started rubbing at her clit from behind. I loved Marisela’s attitude almost as much as I loved fucking it out of her.

“Maybe not, but it is a pretty damn good example of what you can expect as my wife.” I lowered my zipper, reaching into my pants and boxers and tugging my cock free before lining it up with her swollen pussy.

She was still wet with a mixture of my saliva and her cum.

A few more rotations of my wrist and she’d be absolutely drenched, though.

“I was married for ten years, Adrian. I have no interest in doing it ag?—”

Her words died off on a groan as I shoved my way inside her, thrusting harder and faster until her face was flat against the table, her arms gripping onto the ledge to keep her body from flying too far forward.

“What you had with my brother wasn’t a marriage,” I grunted. “He fucked anything with a hole. I only want to fuck you.”

“And yet, I don’t care where either of you put your dicks.”

“Except you do…” I grinned against her cheek, pulling back and driving forward again. Hard and fast, so she gasped with the added pressure in her lower abdomen. I could almost feel myself poking out the other side. Which meant I knew she could feel me too.

I didn’t give her a moment to compose herself before I resumed a steady in-and-out pace. Enough to keep her quiet but not enough to get her there.

“You care very much where the fuck I put mine. You want it here.” Another thrust and another gasp.

The kind that had me on the edge of coming myself.

“Deep inside you. Splitting you in two until all that tension melts away from your shoulders, until your legs give out from under you and the only thing keeping you upright is my arm around your waist, until you’re begging me to fuck you like no one else has or can.

Because I’ve taken the time to study you, learn you, fuck you how you like and need it.

And you don’t want to share that sort of dedication with anyone else, do you, little lamb? ”

This time, I drew out slowly, savoring the way her body tried to pull me back inside it. Like I belonged there. Because I did.

“Be honest. Tell me what you would do to me if I even thought about another woman. Tell me how it makes you feel to imagine her coming on my cock… instead of you.”

I tweaked her nipple to refocus her attention, one palm crossed over her chest, the other flat on the table in front of us as I waited for my favorite green-eyed monster to make its appearance. Her jealousy didn’t just turn me on. It made me fucking feral.

“Tell me, Marisela,” I prompted. “You didn’t give a fuck about my brother. But I’m different. I’m yours and my filthy little princess doesn’t like to share, does she?” I lowered my hand to her clit again, rubbing wide circles while keeping my cock perfectly still inside her.

She let out a low moan, mumbling to herself before hissing at me. “I’d cut it off.”

“What would you cut off?” I asked, while rewarding her with another flick of my finger and thrust of my hips.

“Your cock. I’d have it stuffed and mounted on the wall so you would have to look at it every time you entered the room.”

“Ah, so you wouldn’t kill me?” Now, that was interesting. I lifted a curious brow, even though she couldn’t see me.

“Death is a kindness, Adrian,” she replied a little too calmly. “And I’m not known for being kind.”

My grin widened as I continued to fuck her tight cunt with my cock and fingers, my rhythm quickening with her breaths. “No, you’re not, are you.”