Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“You feel that, sweetheart?” I growl, rubbing where I struck her, soothing as much as I mark. “That’s mine. This body? Mine.”
“Yes,” she gasps out, pushing back into my hand. “Yours.”
Pride swells in me. No one owns this woman without her consent, and she’s mine.
I grab her hips, squeezing hard, angling her just right. My other hand trails up her spine, fingers curling into her hair, giving a gentle tug that pulls a needy moan from her throat.
“You want my cock, baby?” I whisper into her ear, bending over her back, voice dangerous and full of dark promise. “You want me to fill this tight little pussy while you whimper and beg and take every goddamn inch I give you?”
“Yes. Please,” she cries. “Please, I need you—need you so bad. I want you inside me. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me—hard. Deep. I want you to ruin me.”
That’s it. That’s fucking it.
I grip her hips and slam into her in one smooth, ruthless thrust, burying myself to the hilt with a moan. She cries out, loud and raw, her fingers digging into the sheets as her body takes me, stretches for me, welcomes me.
“God damn,” I hiss through my teeth, rocking back to watch her swallow me whole again. “You take me so fucking good. Just like that. Just like you were made to.”
Her walls flutter around me, hot and tight, gripping me like a vice. I start to move, slow at first—deep, grinding thrusts that make her sob. I stay low over her, chest brushing her back, hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard.
“I want you to remember this,” I growl in her ear. “Every time you sit. Every time you walk. I want you sore and dripping with me.”
She’s panting into the sheets, and I love her like this—undone, used, and adored. I shift my angle, pistoning into her with increasing speed, driving deep, hitting the spot that makes her scream my name into the mattress.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I snarl, pounding into her. “Good girl. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze me while you come. Let me hear you scream.”
And she does—screams, actually, her whole body seizing as she shatters again, tighter than ever, pulsing around me like she’s trying to pull me deeper, like she never wants to let me go.
I groan loud, losing control, thrusting into her hard and fast… no restraint now, chasing my own edge. “Fuck, you’re so perfect—”
I slam in one final time and spill into her, bliss claiming me, burying myself to the root, holding her down as I come so hard it feels like the world splits open.
We stay there—breathless, trembling, slick and soaked in each other. I stroke her spine, still inside her, keeping her grounded. I don’t want to leave.
“You okay?” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
She nods against the sheets, her voice hoarse but content. “More than okay.”
I smile.
“You’re not done,” I promise, nipping at her shoulder. “Not even close.”
Chapter 25
RUTHIE
The night air is colder than I expected.
Concrete beneath bare feet. Wind tugging at the hem of the shirt I stole from him again. My pulse still hasn’t calmed down—not since the test. Not since I said the words out loud. Not since he fucked me boneless.
It’s positive.
And he held me like I wasn’t a mistake.
Now I can’t sleep, not with the weight of everything bearing down on me.
I find him where I knew he’d be—on the roof. Silent. Still. A sniper rifle rests across his lap like a sleeping beast. His eyes are on the dark tree line beyond the estate walls. He doesn’t flinch when I come up behind him.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” he says.
I wrap my arms around myself. “So are you.”
He doesn’t turn. Just pats the ledge beside him. I sit.
Quiet stretches between us.
“I didn’t think this would be my life,” I murmur. “This—hunted. Pregnant.” I wink at him. “Wrapped up in a Bratva god’s war plans.”
“You’re not wrapped up in it,” he says. “You’re at the center of it now.”
That makes me laugh, bitter and small.
“I didn’t want to matter this much.”
His head turns just slightly, enough for me to see the muscle ticking in his jaw.
“You always did. Remember what Mariah used to tell you, Ruthie. Don’t make yourself small for anyone. Not me, not even yourself.”
I nod. He’s right. I know he is.
We sit in silence again, and I lay my head on his shoulder. I like how it feels sitting with him like this.
Then, like a live wire—
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
“Good.” He finally looks at me. “That means you understand the stakes.”
I meet his gaze. “And if I run?”
“I’ll find you.” He says it without heat. Without threat. Just fact. “But I don’t think you will.”