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CONNOR

T he ride back to the hotel is thick with tension. Sparking with electricity. The kind of silence that buzzes between two people who know exactly what’s coming.

She’s playing it cool, but I know her tells—tight fists in her dress, shallow breaths, that delicious little tremble in her thigh.

She’s already dripping for me, and we haven’t even gotten out of the car yet.

I cut the engine and glare at Priscilla like she personally betrayed me.

Then I turn to my wife and grip her chin. “You’ve been a fucking menace since the moment I laid eyes on this car, and now? You’re going to pay for it.”

Her lips part. Her eyes widen.

“Are you threatening me with a good time, Daddy?” she whispers.

That’s it.

I growl, grab her, and haul her over my shoulder.

She squeals, laughing and kicking, but I don’t slow down.

I storm through the hotel like a man possessed, ignoring the startled gasps and knowing smiles.

I caught the feral grin on my wife’s lips when I grabbed her.

She won the car ride.

But I’m about to win the night.

The second the suite door shuts, I slam her against it.

Our mouths crash together—sloppy, frantic, starved.

I grind against her, hard and unforgiving.

“I should fuck you right here against this door,” I snarl.

She moans. “Do it.”

Instead, I rip the dress down the center.

“Connor!”

“Shut up. I’ll buy you ten more.” I bite her throat. “And tear off every single one.”

I carry her to the bed, toss her like she weighs nothing, then my knee hits the mattress.

She scrambles back, breathless and soaked.

“You’re not getting away, wife.”

She squeals and flips around.

But I grab her before she can go anywhere.

I squeeze her ass, then lean down and bite her bare ass cheek, before slapping it. The rhinestones on her thong glitter at me.

She gasps, but surrenders.

As she should.

She’s already mine.

I rip off her thong and then slide two fingers into her tight, soaked pussy.

She gasps. Her back arches.

“I barely touched you and you’re already this wet?” I smirk. “You’ve been thinking about this the entire drive through Vegas.”

“Maybe,” she taunts, breathless.

“Maybe, huh?” I pull my fingers free, then shove them in her mouth. “Taste yourself.”

She moans, tongue swirling around them, her eyes on mine.

I smack her clit, making her gasp and then moan.

“Now get up here. Sit on my face.”

She hesitates.

“Now.”

She climbs over me, trembling. Hovering. “I don’t…” Her cheeks flame. “I’ve never… I’m too big.”

I glare at her, then smack her ass. “Bullshit.”

She whimpers.

“Don’t hover,” I growl. “Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face.”

She drops down, defiance in her eyes.

I devour her, wiping every ounce of resistance from her.

My tongue is greedy, slipping inside her.

Then my lips lock around her clit, sucking like she’s the only thing keeping me alive.

She grabs the headboard, moaning so loud I know the whole floor hears.

“Connor. Fuck. I’m gonna?—”

I spank her ass. “Come for me.”

She shatters, soaking my face and screaming my name.

I don’t stop.

Not until she’s shaking, twitching, and begging me to let her breathe.

Then I flip her onto her back and slam into her with one brutal thrust.

Her scream is pure sin.

“Take it,” I growl. “Take my cock like the good little wife you are.”

She wraps her legs around me, claws raking down my back.

“Tell me what I wanna hear.”

She digs her nails in harder as I slam into her wetness.

Fuck, she’s soaked. And so fucking tight.

“I’m yours,” she gasps. “Yours.”

“Say it louder.”

“YOURS!” she screams.

I fuck her like I’m trying to claim every cell in her body. Fast. Deep. Unrelenting.

I drag her to the edge over and over until she’s pleading.

“I can’t—Connor—I’m gonna?—”

“Come all over my cock. Show me who owns this pussy.”

She convulses beneath me, eyes rolling back as I groan and spill inside her.

I collapse on top of her, both of us wrecked. Ruined. Satisfied.

* * *

Later, she’s curled up on my chest, bare and boneless.

“You’re still a menace,” she murmurs.

“And you’re still my wife.”

She smiles against my skin. “Yeah, I am.”

Then she whispers it again. “I love you, Connor.”

I stroke her back. “I love you, Allie. Always.”

She melts into me.

And I know, without question, I’ll spend the rest of my life destroying anyone who tries to take her from me.