Brutal Vows (Queens & Monsters #4)(87)

He embeds himself inside me with a brutal thrust.

Delirious, I cry out. He bites my neck, laughing.

“You’re gonna take it hard, sweetheart, and you’re gonna fucking love it. Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Disobedience is not an option. Even if I wanted to, my body has surrendered completely to his control. The moment the command is past his lips, I bend my legs and wrap them around him, hooking my ankles together in back.

He growls, “Good girl.”

I almost pass out.

His first thrust makes me groan. His second makes me whimper. Then, when he starts to fuck me hard, plunging into me over and over as he snaps his hips and growls something in Gaelic, I lose the ability to make a sound altogether.

All I can do is feel.

His hard chest against mine. The smooth fabric of his shirt dragging against my tight nipples. His hot breath on my neck and the cool leather of his belt biting into my thighs.

His beard on my skin.

His voice in my ear.

His rough moans of pleasure, all over me.

I hear a chant from somewhere far away, a raw and plaintive repetition of please, please, please. It takes a moment before I realize it’s coming from me.

“I love it when you beg for me,” Quinn says hotly, squeezing my breast. He pulls on my nipple, chuckling when I plead for his mouth.

He lowers his head and sucks hard on my rigid nipple, then slides his hand down my hip and under my bottom. He strokes my ass as I buck and moan underneath him.

I come, crying out his name.

“Aye, baby. Tell me who you belong to. Say it again for me, lass, and make me believe it.” His hips thrust harder. His voice drops until it’s nothing but a deep, resonant command.

“Make me believe you’re mine.”

In that moment, it’s all I want. It’s everything I’ve ever lived for. I claw his back and cry his name and give him every part of me, body and soul, holding nothing back as I convulse around his cock and hear his words of praise that blend together until they’re only sound, husky noises of approval and adoration.

I don’t have to speak the language to understand what they mean.

You’re beautiful.

I worship you.

You’re mine.

He withdraws and rolls me onto my belly. He wraps an arm around my waist and hikes me up to my knees. He sinks a hand into my hair and pulls on it so my neck is arched.

Holding me like that, he uses his other hand to slide his wet cock back and forth over my ass, nudging the crown at my entrance.

“Yes or no, wife?”

The need in his voice sets my nerves on fire.

I see our reflection in the dark windows. A naked woman on all fours on the bed. With an air of absolute dominance, a fully dressed man stands behind her.

And I know that no matter how it might look, the man in this image isn’t the one in control of the situation.

It’s a funny thing, power. As easily as it can corrupt, it can also be humbling.

Knowing that Quinn will do only what I allow, and do it all only to please me, gives me a feeling of power so absolute, I burn with it.

Trembling all over, I lick my lips. “Yes. Whatever you want, just for tonight, the answer is yes.”

He makes a sound I’ve never heard him make before, some needful, primitive sound that rises from deep within his chest. Then he flexes his hips, driving his hard cock inside me.

It’s so painful, I can’t even scream.

My eyes fly wide open. I claw my fingers into the blanket. My lips part, but no words come out.

When he hears the strangled gasp I make, he freezes. “I’m hurting you.”

“Yes! Fuck! Don’t stop!”

“Reyna—”

Whatever he was going to say is cut off as I rear back hard, taking the entire length of him inside me.

He barks out a groan that’s even louder than mine.

When he releases my hair, I collapse facedown onto the bed, pulling the covers and gritting my teeth. I have to keep blinking hard to clear my eyes of water.

Panting, he grips my hips in both hands to steady me. I feel the cool metal of his zipper on the back of my thighs and shudder.

“I can’t do this if I’m hurting you.”

Through gritted teeth, I say, “Goddammit, gangster. You better fuck that ass, or I’ll find someone else who will.”

As I knew it would, those words make him go ballistic.

He thrusts and withdraws, then does it over and over again. His balls slap against my pussy. His growls of pleasure and fury fill the air. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips until I’m sure I’ll be bruised in the morning.

If tomorrow ever comes. We might fuck each other to death tonight, there’s really no telling.

He pauses his fervent thrusting to reach around and slide his fingers over my clit. When I jerk, sucking in a breath through my teeth, he breathes, “Your cunt is drenched.”

“And your cock is throbbing. Are we doing a play-by-play, or are you fucking me?”

I can tell his jaw is clenched when he replies. “Careful, woman. You told me I could never spank your arse, but you said nothing about this sweet pussy.”

He gives my wet folds a firm tweak, making me yelp. It also makes my ass muscles clench around him.

He groans. Then he decides to try it again.

It’s my turn to groan. His fingers are hard and calloused, and though the pinch is firm, it doesn’t hurt. If anything, it’s a lovely distraction.