Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
Justice is feral tonight. Pure, blistering need makes him a wild animal.
I’m so here for it.
Every thrust slams my back into the door, rattling it in its frame like it might break. His breath is hot in my ear, his hands digging into my behind, dragging me closer, deeper.
I love it.
God, I love it.
“So tight,” he grits out, slowing just enough to make me whimper. “Right around my base. Fuck, I can barely hold on.”
He’s barely in control.
When I grind my hips into him, testing the edge of his restraint, he growls — a low, primal warning that sends a shiver straight down my spine. “Oh, fuck, babe. You’re playing a dangerous game.”
And I am.
I want to see him lose control.
He slides almost all the way out. I clench instinctively, aching, waiting, before he slams back in, full force.
“Yes!” I cry out, body bouncing against the unforgiving door.
If we’re not careful, we’ll crash into the hallway. “You’re going to break the door!”
He grabs me to him, swivels around and tosses me onto the bed.
When I recover from squealing in surprise, I laugh. “God, you’re a beast tonight.”
“For you,” he grates out, crawling over my body. “On your stomach. Now.”
I roll obediently, my entire body pulsing with need as my fists clench the plaid blanket Walton’s used as a bedspread.
Behind me, Justice’s eyes are searing my skin. He’s looking at me. Still as a predator who knows his prey can’t get away.
It’s impossible not to whimper.
Roughly, he says, “You might regret asking for me to take you hard when you feel me behind you.”
The next sound I make comes from my core as my thighs clench. There’s wetness slipping out of me, burning hot against my inner legs.
He growls, rasps hotly, “I’m redlined here, Rosalie.”
The sharp, rough tone he uses makes my body jump. Knowing I’ve driven him to the point of chaos sends a pleasurable thrill through me.
From the corner of my eye, I can see him fisting his cock, he leans over me, planting one hand on the bed next to my shoulder.
“Spread your thighs for me.”
“Yes, anything you want.” My reply is instant. Breathy. Truthful. I’m in complete surrender.
I never knew I wanted this with a man. But he makes me safe. Completely letting go is amazing. Reaching below me, he finds my clit, rubbing it with his middle finger as he hoists my hips up. “I want this beautiful ass in the air.”
I gasp when he jerks me back against him, wedging his length between my cheeks, grinding without penetrating.
“Need you ready,” he says next to my ear. “Need you extra wet for when I lose control.”
“Oh my god, okay.” I’m shaking below him, my body clenching around his fingers.
Sensation rolls through me, zinging electrical pulses every time he strokes me inside with the hook and turn of his fingers.
“You like that, baby?”
I nod into the blanket. “Feels so good.”
“Rub that pretty little clit on my hand while I finger you.”
I test the angle against his hand, grind, and moan a low, soft sound.
“That’s right. Feel me touching you. I’m gonna learn every fucking thing you like—I’m going to know this body better than mine.”
“You’re driving me mad already.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me side to side.
“Ah, angel. Wait until I’m the master of your body.”
My moan turns husky, my pulse racing as I press into the heel of his hand, chasing that sensation.
Heavens. The man is so sexy he makes me delirious. And he’s mine.
Mine.
I’m never letting him go.
He presses against the soft swell of my ass, voice low, deep, edged with wildness.
“You’re almost ready. I need you to concentrate on letting go. Relax for me.”
Coaxing my G-spot, he watches my lashes flutter, my teeth biting into my lip, the pink blush rising along my neck.
“Gorgeous, Rosalie. You’re so perfect.”
“Wh-what’s happening?” I exhale, tensing.
“No, don’t tense up, that’s your body preparing to soak my hand, baby.”
“Oh… it is?”
He takes over, pressing his palm to my mound, working my G-spot more aggressively with the pads of two fingers.
“Relax. Bear down.”
“I… I’m so hot. There.”
His mouth finds my neck, biting the cord. “Burning for me.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Let it go, baby,” he coaxes, hitting that spot with a wicked stroke.
A second later, I gasp, flooding his hand.
“Oh my God,” I sing, and he fists my hair, turning my head so he can take my mouth too. He’s still working that heat, spreading the wetness around.
“Now you’re ready for me.”
I’m shivering, panting, whispering his name over and over when he shifts the head of his cock to my perfect, slick slit.
“Gonna fuck you good and hard now,” he growls against my ear. “Drive my come deep. Make sure we put a baby in that sweet little belly.”
I detonate the second he slides his head between my slippery outer lips.
A gentler man would let me catch my breath. That’s not him.
He’s going to take me with him.
Shoving deep, he seats himself against my ass, his throat filling with a loud growl. And when he folds down, covering my back with his chest, I start to pulse around him.
“I’m… gonna come—”
“That’s it, Rosalie. Fuck. Come on your dick. You own this monster now.”
Gasping, I buck below him, my heels kicking up into his hips. He doesn’t stop. He drives me right through that one, knowing I’m on the orgasm train now.
“Feel how deep I am?” he says hoarsely, his thrusts pushing me up the bed.
“Yes!”
“Feel how hard I am for you?”
“God. Yes.”
He’s losing control, his cock pulsing wildly now. “Are you ready for my seed?”
“Please… please.”
He fists my hair, bites my neck, fills me with ten brutal inches over and over, taking us somewhere I never imagined I would.
A pure, carnal, brutal destruction.
Sweating, sobbing, I nod, my voice rasping as my stomach clenches and my thighs burn.
“Yes. Yes. Oh. God. Yes.”
“Ah! Fuck.” His pace falters when his eyes close and his head tips back.
“Go!” he orders.
And when he folds his hand over mine, crushing my fingers between his, I do. I go like a missile.
I cry his name, my body collapsing flat to the bed, twisting below him.
He seems helpless to stop the freight-train orgasm that tears into him.
“Oh, yes, ah, yeah.” He shudders, watching my eyes glaze, my lips tremble.
But I don’t know what it is to truly break until he whispers, “Yours now.”
Unfortunately, he’s not the only thing to break. With a horrendous crash, the bed rail snaps, dumping us onto the floor.