Sanctum (Masters and Mercenaries #4.5)(23)

“Please.” Suddenly her voice was all sweetness and light. “Please, Master.”

She knew just how to get to him. When she pleaded sweetly, his cock lengthened to new proportions. “Yes, you will please your Master. I’m going to f*ck your ass, baby. I’m going to split you wide and remind you whose submissive you are. I’m going to lube up my cock and sink it so deep into your ass that you won’t remember a time I wasn’t inside you. And just when you think you’ll scream and beg me to stop, that’s when I’ll play with this jewel.”

He pinched at her clit, his fingers deep inside her *, rubbing that spot he knew always made her crazy.

“Master!”

Her cunt was clenching all around his fingers. So tight. So hot. “You’ll beg me to f*ck your ass, won’t you, love?”

“Yes, Master. I will beg you to f*ck my ass.”

She could be as bratty as she liked as long as it brought them here. Why had he ever been afraid of her walking away? She was so much stronger than he’d given her credit for. She was a rock, and he needed her in so many ways he couldn’t count them. “Come for me, baby. Come for your Master.”

He pushed down on her clit, his thumb working in tight circles as he f*cked his fingers high into her cunt. She came on a keening cry, the sound food for his soul. He might not always be able to give her everything she wanted, but he could give her this. He could give her everything he had, every piece of his soul.

He held his hand tight against her until the shuddering waves died down. When he pulled his hand out, he brought it to his mouth, sucking off all of her sweet cream. God, he’d missed the way she tasted. He never would again. He would have his mouth on her at least once a day for the rest of their lives.

He got to his feet because he couldn’t wait any longer. He hadn’t been inside her for so long, and he damn straight wasn’t going to do it with an audience. He lifted her up, moving her languid body until she was securely in his arms. He stared down at those beautiful eyes, heavily lidded and sleepy with satisfaction. “Time to find someplace private, baby.”

“Hey, I was promised a show!” Taggart yelled.

Yeah, he did not need the peanut gallery for this moment. “Another night, Taggart.”

“Then you’ll be back?” There was a smug look on the bastard’s face, as though a plan had just come together, and he loved it when that happened. All the f*cker needed was a cigar hanging out of his mouth to complete the picture of satisfaction.

“I’ll expect a raise.” He wasn’t going to let Taggart get by with nothing.

“He’s got a wife now,” Jillian said with a smile on her face.

“You two suck,” Taggart shouted, but everyone around him was laughing.

“Don’t let him sway you for less than fifteen percent. I happen to know he really wants you to stay.” Her arms drifted around his neck as he walked toward the privacy rooms.

How had he ever been so stupid to let her go? She was the perfect partner.



Jillian felt like she was floating as Ryan pushed through the door of one of Sanctum’s three privacy rooms. Finally, after all those months of being alone, she was complete again. And it was better this time because all the cards were on the table.

He settled her on the big bed and took a step back. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She was too big. She could lose ten or fifteen pounds. Her ass was too wide and her boobs sagged, and when he looked at her like that, she felt like Miss Universe. “You make me feel beautiful.”

He made her feel, period. She’d been dead inside for months, but everything was coming back to her now.

“I love you, Jillian.” He shrugged out of his leather vest, completely revealing his perfectly cut chest.

“I love you, Ryan.” Why hadn’t she just said it before? “I won’t let you push me away again.” She would fight for this marriage.

“I won’t, baby. Not now that I realize just how f*cking much I need you. I’ve been miserable without you.”

She needed to make something clear. “If you want to build another business, I’ll help you.”

He shook his head. “I want to build a family now.” He untied his leathers. “I can make plenty of money as an idea man, and I think I’m about to get a raise here. I still have a little in the bank. I can take care of us, and my lovely bride is a hell of a bar manager. Let’s make this place great. Let’s build a home.”

Sweet tears pierced her eyes. A home. A family. That was a future worth fighting for. “Yes, my Master.”

Her husband.

He shoved his leathers off his hips, and she nearly growled in satisfaction. He was so beautiful. No other man could compare. He was perfectly formed, with lean muscles and broad shoulders, strong arms and long legs. And his cock. That was a thing of beauty. Ryan’s cock thrust from a perfectly trimmed nest of dark hair. Thick and long with a plum-shaped head, his cock had her heart racing again.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” His eyes went to the scar on the left side of her abdomen.

She ran a hand there. How odd was it that getting in the middle of a couple disintegrating had been the thing that finally brought her around? Passion could be good or it could be very bad. Love, like everything else in the universe, was what a person made of it, and Jillian intended to make hers work this time around. They had been given a second chance. She wasn’t going to wait to take it. “I’m perfectly fine except for the fact that my Master isn’t inside me yet.”