Page 58 of Precious Hazard (Perfectly Imperfect #11)

Jesus fuck, I really hope that’s true because I think I’ll explode if I don’t get my dick inside her now .

I don’t even know how I got us home in one piece.

Or how we got from the vehicle into the house and didn’t just end up fucking on the driveway.

My jacket was lost shortly after we exited the SUV, and I haven’t the slightest clue where the holster with my guns is. Probably out on the porch.

But this is as far as we’re going. I’m sinking into her right here, right against the front door.

Right this second. It’s the only way for me to accept that she’s safe and sound.

To snap out of this dense fog of terror that took over my mind as soon as I pulled into Naos’s parking lot.

I feared I was too late. She was dead. I lost her.

Proof. I need physical proof. I need her now, in my arms, to feel the life in her veins.

“Ah, but you’re prone to being less than truthful.” Seizing her chin with my fingers, I bring us face-to-face. “Let me see.”

A small smirk breaks across her bruised lips. Tilting her head to the side, she gives me a better view of her temple, all while she continues to undo my pants. “So? Will I live?” she asks, taking out my rock-hard cock.

I try to focus on her cut. Nearly goddamn impossible with her hand stroking my length. Heaven. Her touch is pure heaven. The wound, though, does look superficial. The bleeding has already stopped. Nevertheless, the urge to strangle her for putting herself in harm’s way doesn’t leave me.

“You might, if I let you.” I release her chin and pull up the hem of her miniskirt instead. “But your brother’s security personnel definitely won’t.”

“You won’t lay a hand on my friends, DeVille.”

Instead of answering, I grab the band of her panties and rip them off in a single tug.

She doesn’t get to make such demands, especially since she could have been killed because of those people’s incompetence.

Grabbing her ass, I press her up against the door and bury myself in her wet heat with one powerful thrust.

She cries out, but I know I haven’t hurt her. Her eyes roll back, and she mouths, More . Her loud moans fill our entranceway, echoing off the ceiling. The way she purrs all but makes me blow my load. Unacceptable. I’m nowhere near done with her.

Capturing her lips with mine, I slide my left palm along her spine, her neck, cradling the back of her head to protect it from the wooden surface.

Then, I slowly drag my cock out only to slam inside her pussy again.

Another loud moan erupts from my fierce bewitcher, reverberating through the room at levels approaching a scream.

It nearly allows me to forget the roar of gunfire, and the endless cacophony of breaking glass and crashing debris that thundered in my ears as I shot my way into the interior of that damn club.

Slam .

Fearing I’d find her injured.

Slam.

Find her dead.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

Tara’s fingers tunnel through my hair, her nails scraping the back of my head. It hurts, but this pain is good. A great reminder that she’s here. She’s alright. With me. My little hazard is okay.

“You’re not leaving this house ever again,” I growl while changing my angle, driving deeper into her welcoming warmth while my tongue invades her mouth just as fervently.

“This door I’m fucking you against… It’s the closest you’ll be allowed to the outside world.

I’ll chain you to my bed if I have to, all to keep you from these disasters you draw to yourself like a magnet. ”

“You can try.” The cunning witch smiles against my lips, just before chomping down on my tongue. Hard. Sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.

I withdraw, quickly, until only my tip remains sheathed inside her pussy. “Do not fuck with me, Tara.”

“Why not?” She tightens her legs around my waist and wriggles her butt, trying to pull me closer.

Her heels dig into my back as she attempts to force my cock deeper.

When I don’t move an inch, she slashes me with her frustrated stare; her hands slide down to my biceps, and nails dig into my skin through my shirt.

“Fucking is the only thing that seems to work well between us, isn’t it, Satan? ”

I’m tempted to shake her and yell You’re wrong!

Sex isn’t the only good thing between us.

It’s not the only thing I crave. But my dick wants to make me a liar.

Whatever self-control I had remaining, cracks.

Disintegrates as I get sucked in by her inescapable green gaze.

Vaporizes under the force of her onslaught.

I squeeze her ass cheek and plunge my cock into her until I bottom out. “Do. Not. Call me that.”

Her slick, tight pussy embraces me as it does each time, spasming around my length in a euphoric rhythm.

Again, it’s a battle for me to hold back, to continue rocking my hips and extend this moment.

Wrapping her locks around my wrist, I fist her hair, tilting her head so I can consume that stubborn, snarky mouth of hers.

I attack her lips with the same intensity as I slam into her pussy, claiming and punishing her all at once.

Every moan that leaves her lips, every panting breath, I revel in each of those passionate sounds, thrusting harder and harder to wring more and more from her.

We were made to be joined together. Our bodies fit so fucking perfectly.

This mind-blowing chemistry between us is so potent. My insatiable hunger for her makes me want to fuck her all the damn time. But that’s not the only thing I want. It hasn’t been for quite a while.

I want to watch as she does silly things like dismantle my coffee machine with a butter knife.

Or as she drills useless holes in the drywall to add another bookshelf.

Her crazy hair? Fuck, do I love it. Love seeing what insane updo she’s going to coax it into.

And all the absurd outfits she comes up with to surprise the shit out of me.

Her teasing. Each of the times she tried to piss me off in the beginning… I want more of that. All of it.

For it’s only now I understand the power of her spell.

That unwavering tenacity of hers. I want to wake up every morning with her body draped over me.

That was bliss. Absolute bliss. Having her sleep on top of me.

That’s what I want, every damn day. And if need be, I’d suffer unending pig roasts.

Put up with obnoxious relatives. Drown in an ocean of unfamiliar food. If it meant she would stay.

Stay forever.

But she never would.

“Witch,” I growl as I pick up my tempo.

Tara’s moans grow into full-blown screams of ecstasy with every surge of my cock.

Dear God! She is so beautiful. Flushed and unrestrained in my arms. Her entire body is shaking.

Her nails sink like claws into my back. I’ve never seen a more magnificent sight than my wife teetering on the edge. Knowing that I brought her there.

“Has any man ever fucked you like this, made you choke on your own breath?” I demand. “Has anyone ever made you so wet that your cum runs down your legs to the floor? Have they?”

“No,” she gasps out.

“And no one but me ever will. You might not like me, gattina , but know this. I’ll cut off the dick of any man who dares to touch you. Or even simply comes close to you. You’re mine.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, sending rivulets of blood sliding down my skin.

“Now, maybe. But not once our time is up.”

“Now. Tomorrow. In a fucking year. A decade in the future. I don’t give a shit! I’ll make a eunuch out of any asshole who thinks he can have what belongs to me.”

Adjusting my stance, I change our position, slanting her hips so I can reach even deeper inside. Closer. I want us much closer. More connected, even though it’s impossible to be more physically close than we already are.

Her unrestrained cry breaks through the silence of the empty house.

Rings off the walls as she oh so beautifully comes apart in my arms. I grit my teeth, urging myself not to let go, wanting to let her ride out her orgasm, wringing more of these sweet, sweet moans from her.

Only after she starts coming down from her high do I submit to my own climax.

Gripping that stubborn chin, I plunge inside my wife one more time and fuse my mouth to hers.

She continues to tremble as I fill her with my seed.

Mark her. Possess her. Claim her as mine. Revel in the pleasure that brings me.

She is mine.

Elation.

Mine .

Rapture.

Mine.

Bliss.

But only for a little while.

Rage. Despair. Agony.

With her silky mane fisted in my hand, I bury my face against her neck. Breathing in her essence. Soaking her in while I still have the chance.

I fought so hard against these feelings. Against my inextricable need for her. This fierce grip she has on me. I made it my mission to convince both of us that our union was a horrible match.

What a dumb, blind idiot I am!

While doing my best to make my wife despise me, I’ve managed to fall hopelessly in love with her.