Epilogue
Chet
“ O h, fuuuck ,” I moaned, damn near drooling as William eased into me.
My knees were damn near touching my ears, and while the position wasn’t all that comfortable because I was definitely not a flexible man, holy fuck , it was hard to focus on my discomfort when William was splitting me open with his massive cock.
Didn’t matter how often this man got me beneath him, having him inside of me was always fucking mind-blowing.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful on my cock, baby,” William growled, and I whimpered at his praise, my eyes rolling back in my skull.
My fingers curled around the rope, my eyelids fluttering.
My lips parted, but no sound managed to escape because William bottomed out, seated completely inside of me, and I was so goddamn full .
Leaning down, William pushed my legs further down closer to my head so he could take my lips in a hot, slow kiss.
I went soft and pliant beneath him, and he moaned into my mouth before easing out and pushing back in.
A shuddered breath left me. Nothing could ever compare to how I felt when William had me bound beneath him and full of his cock.
Right there with him was the safest I could ever feel.
“You ready for me?” he asked, his lips rubbing mine.
I nodded. “Yes, sir,” I managed to choke out.
Leaning up, he hooked my ankles over his shoulders, then wrapped a hand around my throat.
And that was all the warning I got before he fucked me so damn hard, the headboard slammed repeatedly into the wall and I got sucked into subspace, my eyes rolling back in my head as I gave myself over to my husband completely.
Thyrie looked up from her tablet when I made my way downstairs, William right on my heels.
After coming my brains out three fucking times before William was done with me, I’d passed out.
When I woke up, I was cleaned up, my wrists had cream on them to help with the bruising, and I’d been wrapped up in William’s arms. When my eyelids opened, he forced me to drink a bottle of water before helping me into the shower.
Thyrie’s brows pitched low in concern as she ran her eyes over me. “You good, man?” she asked.
“He’s fine,” William grunted.
Thyrie shot him a cold look. “I believe I was asking him , not you,” Thyrie retorted.
Ignoring her, William wrapped his fingers around my upper arms to bring me to a halt, then pressed a kiss to my temple. “Go sit down, baby. I’ll start breakfast and bring you coffee.”
He released me, and I walked over to the bar, taking a seat beside Thyrie. She looked at me. “You sure you’re good?”
I nodded and rested my head on her shoulder, letting my eyes shut.
She reached up and patted my head a couple of times, then began stroking her fingers through my hair.
“Subspace, hm ?” she asked, figuring it out pretty quickly.
It was the only time I was softer around everyone.
When I nodded again, she hummed and leaned her cheek on my head. “You rest then.”
Hyram emerged from the hallway, paused, looked between the two of us, then made his way over. He leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. “You okay?” Hyram asked me.
“He’s fine,” Thyrie told him, which made me snort because she literally snapped at William for doing the exact same thing as she just did. She patted my head again, a small smirk tilting her lips. She was clearly one of those, ‘do as I say, not as I do’ kind of people.
“You need anything?” Hyram asked her.
She shook her head. “Nope. I’m good. Just trying to prepare for my meeting later.” She reached up to pat his cheek. “Don’t work so hard.”
Hyram snorted. He didn’t know the meaning of not working hard.
He was always in his office or dealing with club shit.
And if he wasn’t dealing with those two things, he was trying to help Thyrie with her security business.
He was the kind of man who liked to be kept busy, though with a woman like Thyrie, I had no idea how he didn’t constantly remain on his toes. Thyrie was a wild card.
“Got a meeting with Kaleen later,” he told her. “But I’ll do my best.”
Kaleen had taken the president patch of the SDMC.
He’d formed his alliance with Rurik and the Bratva, and he and Hyram were negotiating an alliance that would be beneficial for both of the clubs.
I liked Kaleen. He didn’t play games, and he had a good head on his shoulders.
It was easy to see why Malik got along well with him.
But everyone , including the SDMC members, were concerned that the old president’s daughter hadn’t been found yet though. Months after her escape, she was still MIA. Law enforcement had mostly given up on finding her, and there were rumors she was down in the Caribbean living her best life.
My gut told me otherwise. I knew she’d eventually make her appearance, and it would be where and when we least expected it.
William emerged from the kitchen and set my coffee in front of me. After shucking his knuckle beneath my chin, he turned on his heel and disappeared once more, the scent of bacon and eggs wafting out when he opened the door.
“Think he’ll bring me some breakfast, too?” Thyrie asked as Hyram headed back for the hallway, no doubt to go bury himself in more club work.
I laughed softly and shook my head. “Not a chance in hell,” I told her.
She snorted. “He’s such a dick.”
My shoulders shook with laughter. Yeah, William was a dick, but he was my dick, and I loved him just as he was.