Chapter 8 #2
She sags back against me, and I urge her forward so she’s bent over the counter, her face closer to the mirror.
“I want him dead, Dane.”
“I know you do, good girl. Tell me how you want it to happen.” I run my hand over her ass. “Slow or fast?”
“Slow.” Her voice is breathless. “I want him to suffer knowing there’s no way out for him.”
I bring my hand down hard on her ass. She cries out, watching her own face contort in the mirror.
“I want him to know I’m the one who’s going to end him.” She’s panting now, eyes on her reflection. “He shouldn’t have fucked with my daughter. He’s going to beg me not to kill him.”
I rub the red skin of her ass and then run my fingers along her opening. She’s so fucking wet.
I press my clothed dick against her ass, letting her feel how hard she’s made me. “I’ll get him there for you, little kitten. Then you get to do your worst to him.”
She’s dripping. I can see her watching herself in the mirror as I grip her breasts, pulling her tight against my dick.
“I want to use a knife.”
I grind against her. “You can use whatever the fuck you want. I’ll be there to make sure he doesn’t do a single fucking thing to try to escape.”
I unzip my pants and free myself, needing to be inside her. I’ll have the rest of our life together to punish my sexy wife. “My sons will make sure no one ever finds the body. You can take your time. Make him bleed. Make him beg. Make him understand what it means to threaten what’s ours.”
I position myself at her entrance, and enter her with a single thrust. My kitten grips the counter to brace herself as I pound into her.
She screams, watching herself in the mirror. Moaning, she arches her back.
I don’t hold back. I fuck her hard, looking at her reflection as she struggles to stay upright.
“This is what good girls get.” I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back. “You get to eliminate anyone who gets in our way, and you get fucked by your husband. You’re going to be my good girl again, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes.” Her cheeks are wet, eyes still watching herself. “That’s all I ever wanted.”
I reach around and find her clit. Her moans grow louder, and I fuck her so hard her body slams against the counter. “I’d kill him for you if you wanted. But it’ll be much more fun to watch you. You should know I’d kill just about anyone for you, kitten.”
“I’d . . . kill anyone . . . for . . . you . . .” The words come out between pants as her body slams into the counter, and she does her best to push back against me to take more. “No one will come between us again.”
“You’re mine.” I wrap my hand around her throat from behind, pulling her back against my chest. I work her clit faster. “And now you know the extent of what it means to belong to me. And anyone who threatens what’s mine dies.”
I squeeze her throat, cutting off just enough air to make her fight for each breath. In the mirror, I can see her face turning red, her eyes going hazy.
“I’m going to fuck you for hours after you kill him.” I thrust harder, watching our reflection. “I don’t think there could ever be a woman more perfect than you.”
She’s gasping, but her hands reach behind her to grip my hair, and her hips are pushing back to meet every thrust. She’s never been so fucking gorgeous.
“You want to come, don’t you, Whitney?” Her pussy is tight around my dick, and her face is strained from fighting it. I’ve trained my girl well. She’ll never come without my permission.
“Please.” More tears stream down her face, but her eyes never leave the mirror. “Please, Dane. Please let me come. I fucking need it. Please—”
I tighten my hold on her throat and slow my thrusts, still massaging her clit. At this pace, I take in everything. I can’t live without this woman, regardless of what she does. She has me forever, and she fucking knows it.
“Come for me, kitten.” I’m not going to last much longer. “Come on my dick like a good little wife.”
She comes hard, moaning and bucking against me. Her pussy clamps down so tight I know I won’t last.
I fuck her through it, chasing my own release. When I come, I bury myself deep and empty everything inside her.
We stay locked together, both gasping for air.
She sags against the counter, unable to hold herself up. I pull out of her slowly and watch my cum slide down her thighs. I smile at the sight.
“I love you.” The words tumble out of her. “I know you don’t feel the same, but I need you to know—”
I spin her around and clasp her jaw to force her to look at me.
“I’d burn down the entire fucking world for you.” My voice is rough. “All you have to do is ask, and I’d hand you the match and let you do it. What the fuck do you think that means?”
Her eyes widen, and she searches mine. “You love me, too?”
“Goddamnit, Whitney.” I pull her tighter against me. “Yes, I love you.”
I didn’t think it was possible. People in our world weren’t supposed to love. That opens you up to weakness. But I can’t fight what I feel for her, no matter what kind of bullshit I have to deal with to protect her. I kiss her hard. It’s more punishing than tender, and I can’t get enough of her.
I pull back and rest my forehead against hers. “You made me fucking love you, and I’m going to spend the rest of our lives punishing you for it.”
Whitney presses a kiss on my lips. “I’ll beg you for all of it.”
“Damn right you will.”