Page 127 of Reckoning

“There’s a good girl.” I growl. “Showing the whole of Verona that you’re mine.”

Arousal pours out of her, she slumps back and I reluctantly remove my hand, wiping it on my jeans.

I don’t say another word, I just let her lean against me until we get back, until we ride through the gates and they shut behind us.

* * *

She’s barelyoff my bike before I’ve picked her up and hauled her arse all the way up to our room.

It might have been about calming her before, but now, now it’s about something else entirely. I need to dominate her, to prove to us both that we’re alive.

My own adrenaline is pumping around my body and I have to get it out, to channel it, and fucking Sofia senseless seems like a damned good way of achieving that.

I dump her onto the bed. She’s still got her helmet on and as she struggles with the strap I leave her to it, striding into the closest, and I come back with my arms full.

She’s curled up, on her hands and knees, still half caught in her panic and that won’t do. That won’t do at all. The helmet is on the floor by the bed but she’s still fully clothed.

“Strip.” I order.

She gulps, only just meeting my gaze but she doesn’t move.

“Get out of your clothes or I will tear them from your body.”

That seems to do the trick. She fumbles to get the leather trousers off, ends up half kicking them off her feet. Then she yanks her top up over her head and tosses it before she turns to face me again.

“They tried to kill us.” She whispers.

I grunt back, unclasping the bottle of lube.

“Koen,”

My eyes silence her. I don’t want her to talk about it. I don’t want her to think about it. Right now all I want is to focus her attention on me, on pleasure, and forget that any of the last couple of hours ever existed.

I grab her ankles, pulling her down the bed harshly till she’s right in front of me. Her cunt is glistening, taunting me. Clearly it’s desperate for attention, even if her mind is distracted.

I pour some lube over her, ensuring she’s nice and wet, and then I slather my cock in it. She’s not prepped, not ready at all but I don’t care. I need her cunt, I need her body, I need all of her.

And I know she needs this too.

“Koen,” She gasps but it turns to a scream as I push myself inside her, as I force her body to accommodate me.

“You can take it.” I groan. I know she can. She just needs to relax, to remember that it’s me, that she likes this.

Her hands grapple at the sheets, she claws at them, sobbing as I slam myself into her over and over.

“Fuck,” Maybe this moment is about me. Maybe this is my selfishness twisting it all but I need to come, I need to claim her, to prove that we’re still here, that we’re still breathing, that I still have her.

Her muscles spasm, her whole body jerks but she doesn’t do anything more than cry.

She’s so tight it hurts. I screw my face up, pushing her legs wide enough that I can witness every brutal second of this.

She’s squelching, flushed, her pussy is obviously bruised from how I’m essentially assaulting her but I don’t feel guilty. I only feel that need, that hunger.

“Sofia,” I growl.

She arches her back, she tries to move, to shift in a way to make it more bearable but I refuse to give her an inch. I’m taking her my way. I’m having her on my terms.

My hands dig into her flesh, I grip that perfect arse of hers as I pour myself into her and when I slump, I don’t care that my weight covers her, I don’t care that I’m overwhelming her.