Chapter 13
ALEX
Rafe intoxicated me with his high-octane sex appeal.
I wasn’t sure he realized just how potent he was.
My head drowned in lust’s deep end, and my fear and anger and sadness—none of it combatted the fact that had I been wearing panties, I would have drenched them by now.
As it was, my need for him dripped down the inside of my thighs, no doubt soaking through my jeans.
“I don’t want to be saved. I want to be fucked.” I stared him down, daring him to deny me this time. He wouldn’t—not with the way his green eyes sparked, or the unconscious way he pulled his lower lip, still damp from my kiss, between desperate teeth.
He rested his forehead against mine and groaned. “You tempt me, my little slut.”
I slid my hand past his drawstring waistband, glad he hadn’t changed into pants with annoying buttons and zippers, and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. “Look who’s talking,” I said, swirling my thumb over the silky head.
“Shit, baby.” And that was the last thing he said for a while.
Our mouths clashed in a warring feud. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
I slid my palms under his shirt, up his chest, dragging the soft cotton along for the ride.
He pulled back long enough to yank it from his body, and the shirt flew behind him somewhere, lost in the shadows of my living room.
We slowly made our way in that direction, losing more clothing on the way.
After I shed my jeans, he hoisted me in his embrace, hands firm on my hips.
I wrapped my legs around him, and he twirled until we fell onto the couch with me on top.
I straddled him, my hair falling all around us, and drove onto his cock in a downward thrust.
With a grunt, he lifted me, sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down hard, then jerked me to his lap again. “Harder, babe,” he demanded, breathless.
I slammed onto him and cried out, fingers curling into the cushions on the back of the couch.
Something animalistic took over. He grabbed my nape and brought me closer, sucked on my throat, scraped his teeth across the tender flesh there.
Letting go of the sofa, I clutched his hair and tugged, making him growl in pain.
He rose, bringing me with him, and we stumbled down the hall, slamming into one side then the other, his cock still nestled inside me, our lips and hands everywhere.
“We’re so fucked,” he said, nibbling my ear.
“Fucked is feeling damn spectacular right now.”
His laughter rumbled down the side of my neck. “Shit, babe, I’m gonna come inside you. I don’t think I can stop.”
Why would he want to? “Don’t stop,” I pleaded. I never wanted this to end. We stumbled deeper into the hall, and I pushed a door open. “The bed,” was all I managed to say. He carried me through the blackness, staggering the whole way, and we plummeted to the mattress. Hurtled toward abandon.
Pushing my leg up, he dangled it over his shoulder before slamming so deep, it hurt in the best way imaginable. Teeth nipped at skin. Nails scratched the path of insanity. Fingers clutched with possession. Groans rent the air. He was just as vocal, which was the biggest turn on of all.
“My little slut,” he said, moaning into the crook of my shoulder with each thrust of his cock. “You own me, baby. You fucking have me wrapped.”
We had each other wrapped, or I wouldn’t have entered my house knowing he was waiting. I would have gotten in my car and fled. Would have put as much distance as possible between us because I’d known the instant I’d pulled that gun on Jax, there’d be hell to pay.
I hadn’t wanted to face it. I still didn’t want to. But life without him was incomprehensible. I’d pay, and dearly, but for now I’d take every second of him fucking me like he’d never fuck me again.
“Let’s just freeze this moment, Rafe. Stay inside me forever.”
He shoved my hands over my head, his fingers a tight band around my wrists, and stilled inside me. “We’re both gonna come hard, then I’m taking your ass home to be punished. You’re not getting out of it.”
“What are you gonna do? Tell me.” That way, I could prepare.
“And ruin the fun? Don’t think so.” He jutted his hips forward, and we settled into a lazy, pussy-drenching tempo.
“Oh…ohhhh…fuuuuck.”
“You’re so wet,” he said with a gruff whisper.
“You do this to me.” It was building…something that scared and excited me because I sensed the drop from that euphoric cloud would be devastating. “I need to touch you.” I fisted my hands, wishing I could escape the circle of his grip.
In answer, he entwined our fingers. “You are touching me. You touch me just by loving me.” He kissed me long and deep, his tongue exploring every part of my mouth as his cock slid in and out at a slow, maddening pace.
“Marry me,” he gasped, severing our mouths. He stilled inside me again, and I was sure my eyes bulged. Huge. Full of disbelief.
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me.”
“But—”
“You’re not allowed to tell me no.” His lips brushed over mine, twitching at the corners.
I was at a loss for words, but telling him no had never been an option anyway. Me married to Rafe Mason. I stuttered a yes. At least I think I did. He was moving again in that slow way he was such a fucking expert at.
And I was coming…again.
A groan rumbled from his chest as I liquefied around his cock. “Right now. Marry me.”
“Now? Rafe…Oh God!” My spine bowed, and my neck veered back as I held onto his hands. Fuuuuck. I thought I was done, but he still had me going, still kept the unhurried rhythm that hit my sweet spot just right.
“Baby, ‘Oh God’ isn’t the vow I’m looking for.”
I cried out his name again. “I-I can’t…think…when you’re fucking me like this…”
“I can stop fucking you like this.”
I whimpered. “Don’t you dare.”
“Marry me now, while I’m deep inside of you.”
I squeezed his fingers. “I promise to love you—” I gasped, groaned, cursed to the heavens. All of the above. I was lost.
“Keep going,” he said.
“I promise to give you my tears.” A drop slid down my cheek, and he licked it up with a sigh. “Promise to give you my body, my soul,” my voice cracked. “Promise to give you my pain. Always.”
“That’s what I wanna hear.” He gathered my wrists in one hand and gripped my throat with the other.
“I promise to cherish you.” His voice was laden with the oath of so much more.
“I’ll spend forever earning your trust.” His fingers tightened, pressing against the staccato thump-thump-thump of my heartbeat pulsing in my neck, and my head started swimming.
“I’ll fucking protect you with my life.”
“Rafe?” I rasped.
“What is it, baby?”
“I’m scared.” I thought I could handle him choking me, but the terror of him taking my air in his sleep held me captive. Something in him had changed—recovering his memories and spending six months apart had changed him. Changed us both.
“What are you scared of?”
“I don’t know.”
“Close your eyes.”
I did so, and he pounded into me with rough thrusts, increasing the pace, his breathing labored as he neared climax. “Feel me inside you? I’ll never hurt you. Do you trust me?”
“Y-yes.” I wanted to trust him.
“You’re mine. I never harm what’s mine.” The pressure on my throat intensified, and my eyes flew open. I couldn’t help it—I panicked. Screeching like a tortured animal, I tried wrenching my hands from his large fist, but he wouldn’t let go—of my wrists or my neck.
I flailed under the weight of him, my efforts useless, and eventually gave in to the inevitable, reminding myself that this was what I’d pleaded for months ago.
To be at his mercy. For him to take control.
To hurt me.
Be careful what you wish for.
He’d owned the darkness inside him, and nothing I did or said would stop him. He choked the breath from me without reservation, and the last thing I remembered was his whispered vow that he’d never let me go.