Chapter 18
Nick
I’d lost control.
And I fucking hated it.
She was supposed to be a pawn. Just a move to get under Gary’s skin. A way to flip Dominic the finger without saying a damn word. A tool—useful, temporary. Something I could toss aside once she’d served her purpose.
But somewhere along the way, she stopped being a move. She got under my skin like shrapnel—deep, jagged, impossible to pull out. Every time she looked at me, it lit something up in my chest I didn’t know what to do with. Rage and hunger and something that felt too close to need.
She saw too much. More than I ever meant to show. Not the enforcer. Not the monster.
Just… me.
And I didn’t know how to fucking deal with that.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t breathe right unless she was near.
She wasn’t part of the game anymore.
She was mine.
My fucking wife.
And if anyone looked at her the wrong way, so much as spoke her name without respect, I’d burn the whole damn league down and watch it crack. No one touched what was mine and walked away whole.
“Get out of the car,” I growled, low and tight, barely hanging onto the leash around my control.
Her eyes widened, confusion flickering into something hotter—something that told me she liked when I snapped.
“What?”
“Don’t question me.” My tone cut like a blade. “You heard me. Get. Out. Of. The. Car.”
She didn’t hesitate again. Good. She opened the door and stepped out into the night, her breaths shallow and fast, like she could already feel what was coming.
I moved around the front of the car, closing the space between us until there was nothing left but heat and tension. The night wrapped around us; the shadows playing across her skin as I pressed her back against the hood—cold steel meeting flushed flesh.
“Kennedy…” I breathed her name like a warning, then claimed her mouth like a man starved.
She melted into me, sweet and fierce, her lips parting beneath mine like she belonged there. Her heartbeat hammered against my chest—fast, wild—and I drank in every sound, every gasp, every inch of her surrender.
But kissing her wasn’t enough.
I needed more. Needed her closer. Needed her bare and mine.
My hand slid down her waist, fingers ghosting over the button of her jeans before I flicked it open. The sound felt louder in the dark, like punctuation to my need. I pulled back just enough to steady myself, breathing hard, jaw clenched.
This wasn’t just about hunger anymore. It was worship. A claiming.
I pushed her jeans down slowly, savoring the reveal of skin like it was something sacred. She didn’t look away—not once. Just stood there, heart open, eyes locked on mine like she knew exactly who she belonged to.
“Nick…” she whispered.
I silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time—hungrier. My hands roamed, memorizing every curve, every line, every place that made her gasp. She held onto me like she needed the grounding, like she knew I could wreck her and trusted me to do it right.
And fuck if that didn’t undo me more than anything else.
I could’ve taken her then and there. Could’ve devoured her whole. But I wanted her shaking by the time I did. I wanted her to feel it. All of it.
So I held back—barely. Letting the slow burn rise until it became something unstoppable.
“Look at you,” I whispered against her lips, my voice rough with restraint. My fingers traced the delicate skin just above her hips, slow and reverent, like I was memorizing the shape of her. Every little shiver, every hitch of her breath—I drank it in like oxygen.
She reacted like her body already belonged to me. Like it had been waiting for this, for me. And fuck, I had waited too.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” I said, gravel low in my throat, the heat coiling tight in my gut.
Her breath caught. That flicker crossed her face again—awareness, understanding, submission wrapped in that fierce Kennedy fire. She knew we weren’t playing anymore. We were right on the edge of something dangerous. And neither of us planned to walk away.
“I want you,” she said, voice soft but steady, a challenge and surrender all in one.
It hit me like a punch to the chest.
“Then let’s make it happen,” I growled, and crashed my mouth to hers—no patience, no hesitation. Just heat, hunger, and the need to mark her with every kiss, every touch.
My hands slid lower as our mouths moved in sync, her body molding to mine like she was made for this. For me. Her skin burned under my palms, and I wanted to learn every inch of her—wanted to wreck her and worship her in the same breath.
This wasn’t just about possession.
It was devotion. It was fucking destiny.
Everything else fell away—the noise, the past, the shit that brought us here. None of it mattered. Just her and me, tangled in something that felt holy in its chaos.
Under the stars and the shadows, with her lips on mine and her body trembling beneath my hands, I knew one thing for sure.
She was mine.
And I wasn’t letting her go.
I dropped to my knees, the cold concrete biting into my skin through my jeans, but I didn’t care. Not when she was standing above me, her breaths coming fast and shallow, her eyes dark with need.
My hands found the waistband of her panties, fingers hooking into the delicate fabric. One swift motion and they tore apart in my hands, the sound sharp in the quiet night.
“Nick…” she breathed, voice trembling.
I looked up at her from beneath hooded eyes. “Don’t move,” I ordered. My tone was rough, a command wrapped in a promise.
I kissed up her thigh, slow and deliberate, each touch meant to worship. Her skin was soft, warm under my lips. The closer I got to her center, the more her legs trembled.
When I reached her mound, I paused for just a moment—let the anticipation build. Then I pressed my tongue against her folds and moaned at the taste of her.
“You fucking taste decadent,” I growled against her skin. “I’m addicted to your pussy, princess.”
I licked again, deeper this time, savoring every second. Her taste was like nothing else—sweet and heady and entirely hers. I couldn’t get enough.
“When you come,” I murmured between strokes of my tongue, “I want it all over my face. I want your come dripping down my chin.”
Her moan was high and desperate, a sound that shot straight through me.
“That’s it,” I urged her on. “Loud. I want them to hear how you’ll let your husband eat out your pussy like this where anyone can see you.”
She gasped at that, her hands fisting in my hair as if she needed something to hold onto.
My fingers found their way inside her slick heat, sliding in deep as my tongue continued its assault on her clit. She arched against me, hips bucking as she chased the pleasure building inside her.
Her walls clenched around my fingers with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, more frantic—the sounds echoing off the buildings around us like a symphony of need.
“Fuck,” she gasped out, voice cracking on the word.
Her body trembled harder now, muscles tightening as she neared the edge. My tongue moved faster, fingers curling just right inside her until she shattered with a cry that sent shivers down my spine.
She came hard, juices flooding over my tongue and dripping down my chin just like I’d wanted. It was everything—her pleasure tangible and real and mine to consume.
I didn’t stop until she was spent, panting above me with legs barely holding her up. Only then did I pull back slightly, looking up at her with a grin that felt feral on my lips.
“Good girl,” I murmured softly before standing up to kiss her again—letting her taste herself on my lips.
She clung to me like she was afraid to let go—her breaths still uneven but slowing now as reality seeped back in around us.
“You’re mine,” I whispered against her mouth—a promise more than anything else.
“And you’re mine,” she replied without hesitation—a claim that felt like a brand on my soul.
I turned her around, my breath catching at the sight of her in my jersey.
It hung loosely on her, but it did nothing to hide the curves that made my heart race.
I lifted the hem, exposing the smooth skin of her back, and drank in the view of her round ass—perfectly shaped, a sight that ignited a primal hunger within me.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, squeezing it with both hands. The feel of her flesh under my palms sent a rush through me like electricity. I loved the way my handprint would linger there, a mark of possession she wouldn’t forget. “You in my jersey… goddamn, if that doesn’t do things to me.”
Without waiting for a response, I slammed into her. The force of it took us both by surprise; she gasped, hands clawing at the hood of the car as if searching for some kind of stability in the whirlwind we’d created.
“Hold on tight,” I growled against her ear as I thrust again, pulling almost all the way out before burying myself deep inside her once more.
Each movement felt electric, like I was connected to something far beyond just flesh and bone.
She clung to the hood for dear life while my hips met her with relentless power.
Her moans filled the night air, mixing with our heavy breaths—the perfect symphony of raw need and pleasure. Every slam into her felt like an offering and a claim all at once; it was intoxicating.
I drew back slowly again before slamming into her once more, savoring how she trembled beneath me each time I entered. It was maddening—each thrust drew out our pleasure like a drug I couldn't get enough of.
“I’m going to rut in you like a goddamn animal,” I declared through gritted teeth, gripping her hips tightly as if I could meld us together through sheer force.
She whimpered at my words—a sound so deliciously desperate that it sent another wave of heat crashing through me.
“Nick,” she gasped as I pulled back again only to push deep inside her once more.
“Don’t hold back,” I urged between thrusts. “Let it all out.” My body moved with primal instinct now; thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm as every part of me focused on this moment—on her.
She was everything—the soft warmth around me contrasting with the cold metal beneath us. Every ounce of restraint faded away as passion consumed me whole; all that mattered was feeling how good she felt wrapped around me.
Her body responded eagerly to mine, pushing back against every thrust as if urging me deeper still. The sounds she made only drove me further into madness—fueled by lust and possessiveness and something else entirely.
My fingers dug into her skin harder with each thrust; marks left behind would be reminders long after we’d pulled apart. She arched against me, urging more—more friction, more heat—and how could I deny such want?
With every slam into her slick depths, I knew we were pushing boundaries neither one had ever touched before. There was no hesitation; just us losing ourselves in this frenzy where nothing else existed outside our connection.
“I need you,” she cried out softly between gasps for air—a plea so pure it hit me hard right in the gut.
And fuck if that didn’t make everything burn hotter inside me.
“You’ve got me,” I promised low and fierce; it felt more real than anything else ever had. We were bound by something undeniable here—an animalistic draw that surged through us both.
I leaned down closer over her back and whispered breathlessly against her ear, “I’ll make sure you remember this.” Each word was punctuated by another thrust that sent shockwaves up both our spines—the kind that kept us on edge yet craving even more at once.
In this moment beneath the stars with nothing but desire surrounding us—we weren’t just bodies tangled together; we were two souls blazing brightly amidst chaos—and damn if it didn’t feel good to finally unleash what had been pent-up for far too long.
Her moans were driving me wild, echoing through the dark, empty street like a siren's call. Every gasp, every whimper, it all pushed me closer to the edge. But I held on—barely. I wasn’t coming until she shattered around me, not until I had wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her body.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around my cock.”
She moaned louder, her body arching against the hood of the car. Her nails scraped against the metal.
“You like that?” I taunted, each word punctuated by a deep thrust that had her crying out in pleasure. “You like being fucked like this? Out here where anyone could see you? Where anyone could hear you screaming my name?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice raw and needy. “God, yes.”
I reached forward, my hand snaking around her body to find the swollen nub between her legs. The second my fingers brushed her clit, she jerked violently against me.
“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re so wet for me. So fucking tight.”
Her walls clenched around me with every word, and I knew she was close—so damn close.
“You’re gonna come for me,” I commanded, my fingers circling her clit with relentless precision. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
Her moans turned into desperate cries as she bucked against me, her body trembling on the edge of release. I felt it building inside her; the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was ready to snap.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her ear, my voice a dark promise. “Let go for me. Come for me.”
With a final thrust and a flick of my fingers against her clit, she shattered around me with a scream that echoed off the buildings. Her walls clenched down on me hard enough to make stars dance behind my eyes.
“That’s right,” I groaned, barely holding on as her orgasm milked me with every pulse of her muscles. “I want your pussy milking me. Take every fucking last drop… wife.”
The word hung in the air between us—heavy and full of meaning.
Her orgasm triggered mine, and I came with a guttural growl that tore from my chest. My hips snapped forward one last time as I spilled inside her, painting her pussy white with everything I had to give.
I collapsed onto her back, both of us panting heavily in the aftermath of our release. The world around us was silent now—just our breaths mingling in the cool night air.
Slowly, I pulled out of her and turned her around to face me. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction but also something deeper—something that mirrored what I felt inside. I rested my forehead against hers, keeping her tucked tightly against me.
Semen dribbled down her thigh.
My cock twitched at the sight. Another mark on her body.
My mark.
This was just the beginning.
We’d burn brighter together than either one could alone—and nothing would ever tear us apart again.