Page 69 of Malicious Marriage

“That’s my girl,” I groan as her tight, silken heat closes around my cock like a hot glove. “Fucking hell, you feel amazing.”

Clover has no words to reply, only a raspy moan that sends shivers down my back. I clutch her hips and start to fuck her as hard and as fast as I can manage with one leg on the floor and the other planted up on the bed. It gives me better leverage to fuck her how she deserves to be fucked, and she eats it up like a starving woman.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” She chants rapidly in time with each of my thrusts and briefly tries to get up onto her hands, but the power of my thrusts and the rapid onslaught of pleasure they bring to her already sensitive body sends her back down to the bed. It makes her back curve beautifully, so I drape over her and kiss her damp spine all the way up to her shoulders.

“That’s it, darling,” I purr in her ear, and it’s almost painful how much she tightens up around my cock when I call her darling. “Take every inch of me and then some.”

She tries to talk, but all that escapes her lips are gasps and whimpers. I brush some hair away from her gorgeous face and then slide my fingers across her lips. She takes the hint and latches onto them immediately, sucking with such fervor that my gut tightens and flips.

Fucking hell.

“That’s it,” I gasp, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. “That’s it, darling, just like that.” I picture her in my mind while her body clings to and massages my cock on every needy thrust. She looked stunning coming down the aisle in the dress that’s now discarded on the floor. In fact, she always looks stunning. It doesn’t matter what she wears. Her smile is what draws me in, and the warmth in her eyes.

Fuck. I don’t want this moment to end.

Clover bites down hard on my fingers and I cry out, draping back over her as I pull my fingers from her mouth and slide them into her hair. Her breathless laugh is tinged with moans and she starts throwing her hips back to meet my thrusts.

I have nothing left to hold me back. She’s wrung me dry. She possesses me and I’m willingly owned.

I come hard on the next thrust and I wrap my arms around her to keep her close and tight against me while pumping load after load deep inside her where it belongs. This is my favorite place, the only place I ever want to be. Buried inside Clover with her in my arms.

“Holy… shit,” I gasp in her ear as I slam my hips forward for the final time and come to rest. “You… you’re stunning.”

“I know…”

Sleep comes after a few more rounds because we can’t keep our hands off one another. I bring her to orgasm with my fingers,mouth, and my cock until we pass out as exhaustion finally takes us.

The next morning, I wake slowly and wince at how raw my cock feels against the sheets. No regrets, though. Not a single one. Clover looks utterly peaceful asleep next to me so I kiss her cheek, pull on my boxers, and head downstairs yawning widely with coffee on my mind.

Maybe I can move a few things around and spend the day with her. I’d like that a lot. But with sleep comes a touch of reality and there’s no guarantee Clover’s feelings toward me will have changed. Last night could have been a moment of weakness—several very sexy moments. But it’s still blurring a boundary she wants to keep.

Should I have stopped her?

Too many questions. Need coffee.

I trudge into the kitchen, but just as I head for the coffee machine, something clicks behind me. I turn.

There’s a man standing in the doorway with his gun pointed directly at me.

Nothing wakes me up faster than a spike of adrenaline and I immediately raise both hands while my eyes narrow. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Me?” barks the stranger. “I think the better question is who the fuck are you? And you’ve got three seconds to tell me before?—”

Clover comes flying into the kitchen with her hands outstretched toward the stranger. “Uncle, no!”

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CLOVER

“Wait, wait, wait, don’t shoot!”

I slide barefoot on the tiles and end up between Dean and Uncle Malcom with my hands raised and my heart pounding so loudly that I’m certain they both must be able to hear it.

Coming back here was a mistake. I was so caught up in the pregnancy news that it didn’t even cross my mind that coming back herewithDean this close to June was a recipe for disaster. This past month has been such a whirlwind that in my mind, Malcom still wasn’t coming back for a while and now, here he stands in the kitchen with his gun trained on Dean.

“Clover, what the fuck—wait a second…” Malcom pauses and his gun lowers an inch.

Is he about to destroy everything? In just a few words, the truth will be revealed and everything I’ve planned, everything I desperately need from Dean will be gone. I rack my brain for excuses and plans but there’s nothing.