Chapter 5 #3
I position myself between her legs, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. I want her to feel this tomorrow. Want her to see the marks and remember exactly who owns her.
I thrust inside her in one brutal motion, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I don’t give her time to adjust, don’t wait for her body to accommodate me. I just take what is mine, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.
“Fuck,” I groan out. “You feel incredible, like a vice grip around my cock.” Her pussy clenches involuntarily as she takes me with ease.
I set a punishing rhythm, fucking her hard and deep, the bed frame crashing against the wall with each thrust. Her breasts bounce with the force of it, and I lean down to catch one nipple in my teeth, biting hard enough to make her yelp.
“This is what you signed up for,” I growl against her skin. “This is our marriage, Lennox. Over and over again for the next two years.”
She is making sounds now, half gasps, half moans, her body moving in time with mine. She brings her legs up around my waist automatically, changing the angle, letting me sink even deeper. God, she’s perfection.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, holding them there with one hand while the other grips her hip, controlling her movements. She is completely pinned beneath me, unable to do anything but take what I give her.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes flutter open, dazed, furious, but more importantly, aroused.
“Say. It,” I demand, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Say you’re mine.”
“Fuck you.”
I reach between us and find her clit, circling it roughly with my thumb. Her whole body jolts.
“Say it, or I’ll keep you on the edge all night. I’ll make you beg for release and never give it to you.”
“I’m…” She gasps, her pussy clenching around me. “I’m yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” She screams it, and I feel her orgasm slam through her, her whole body convulsing beneath me.
The sensation of her coming around my cock is too much. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release, my hips pistoning brutally. As my orgasm hits, I bury myself as deep as I can possibly get and come hard, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out.
Mine. My wife.
As her aftershocks fade, I stay inside her, both of us breathing hard. Slick sweat clings to our skin where our bodies press together. Her wrists are red from holding them, her hips already showing the fingerprints I’ve left.
Perfect.
I pull out slowly and roll to the side. My cum leaks out of her onto my expensive sheets, and the sight of it sends a dark thrill through me.
“That’s how it’s going to be,” I say, my voice rough from exertion. She turns her head to look at me, and there is pure in those blue eyes now. But underneath it, something else. Something calculating.
“I need a shower,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“Before round two? That seems counterintuitive,” I say as I reach over and palm her breast.
“In your dreams,” she fires back.
“I don’t have to dream, darlin’; round two will happen.”
“I fulfilled my contract obligations; that’s all it was.” She gets up slowly.
“Nowhere in the contract did it say you have to come more than once, though.” I lie back, smirking.
“Well, I come for my vibrator too. You’re not that special.
” She winks at me, and I watch her walk naked to the bathroom, appreciating the view—long legs, perfect ass and the sway of her hips.
She closes the bathroom door, and I hear water running, so I get up and pour another whiskey. This will be an interesting two years.
I should feel satisfied. Triumphant, even. I’ve just fucked my new wife, claimed her and established exactly how our marriage is going to work. Instead, I feel unsettled, and it excites me more than anything I’ve had in years.
I thought I wanted someone to break. Turns out, what I really want is someone strong enough to not be broken. Someone who’d challenge me every moment of her submission.
The water shuts off in the bathroom. I hear movement, quiet sounds. The medicine cabinet clicks open, then drawers open and close with haste.
I give her space. Let her process what has just happened. Let her hate me in private.
My phone chimes with a text. I walk over, pick up my pants off the floor, and pull the phone out of my pocket.
Dad
Heard the auction was eventful for you.
Fuck, of course someone called him. I might run the auction, but my father is never very far from the outcome of them.
Me
Eventful is one way to put it.
I’m not about to give him more than that right now.
Dad
You need to come home. Nathaniel has his hands full and the ranch is paying the price for it.
Me
I’ll be home in a few weeks.
Dad
You’ll be home tomorrow after you verify your wedding night. This isn’t a request, Sebastian, it is an order. I can take everything away from you as easily as I gave it to you. You’ve created a mess with Marshall and it needs to be dealt with.
Thomas Marshall is our closest neighbor and the biggest pain in the ass.
He had a burr under his saddle about land deals that happened years, even generations, before I was born.
What my father is talking about, though, is the land I stole out from under them four months ago.
We box them in now; there is no way they can expand off their original ranch any more, and it will only be a matter of time until they have no choice but to sell.
The fact I cut off the water access probably hasn’t helped either.
Nathaniel is against the purchase and the lengths I’m willing to go to to ruin them, but I don’t need his permission to spend the money I’ve earned in my own business.
Me
Fine. I’ll be home tomorrow.
Dad
Don’t forget to bring your new wife.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I toss my phone back down onto my pants. I finish my whiskey and lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to her move around in the bathroom and feel myself harden.
I marked her. Claimed her. And soon, we’ll do it all over again. Because she is mine now.