Chapter 6 #2
Her eyes are hazy with want when they meet mine, and she swallows deep before saying, “Fuck me, Ranger. Fuck me like you hate me.”
My anger is controlled, but I still squeeze her throat like I’m losing it. “You’ll regret those words.”
My hand leaves her throat to grip the back of her head, pressing her cheek into the shower wall. In one swift, abrupt movement, I shove myself inside her slick heat, her pussy already weeping to be taken, the access smooth and tight and fucking mine.
And I do fuck her like I hate her. Because maybe part of me does.
Maybe the part of me willing to sabotage her success, the part that’s tempted to lock her away and have her only for myself, is the part that despises Denver Luxe.
She’s becoming everything I dreamed of, and I want to smash that version of her to pieces and keep parts of her for myself, so she’ll never be whole again.
So I fuck her like I hate her, and the words I haven’t said fuel every thrust.
I need you to need me.
I’m jealous. I’m jealous. I’m fucking jealous.
I grip her hair and pull it taut, and she gasps, her back arching as I slam into her. The sound of flesh meeting flesh overpowers the shower, and I slap her ass as she claws against the tiles.
Her orgasm is a whipcrack, quick and loud. She spills over my cock, her screams echoing through the room, my name a constant on her lips. Tears stream down her face, and I don’t stop, her whimpers a drive for me to continue, and as I slip a finger inside the tight bundle of her ass, she sobs.
“More.”
This used to break her in the most wonderful way. This was her undoing, being filled, devoured, used, but now she needs more—so I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything until it destroys her, and only I can fix her.
I turn her and lift her into my arms, leaving the shower running as I carry her back into the bedroom. I throw her on the bed, our bodies will wet, and she gazes up at me, her cheeks heated, lips parted.
“You want more?” I open the nightstand, and she nods desperately as I coat my cock in lube. “Get your toy.”
She scrambles for her own nightstand, pulling open the drawer and taking out the dildo, one I’ve forced down her throat as I’ve fucked her before.
“Open your legs,” I say, and she obeys. I kneel between her thighs. My lube-covered finger slides across her asshole and I ease it inside. Her head drops back, and her moan is low. “Fuck yourself.”
She looks up at me as she slides the toy inside her pussy, the length and thickness similar to my cock, and with every inch, she arches her back.
Her nipples are hard, dusky pink against pale skin, and I lean forward, circling one with my tongue and then the other as the toy fills her.
She slowly starts to fuck herself, the sound of the soft material and her wetness filling the room, and I ease another finger into her ass.
“Is this what you do while I’m gone?” I nibble her breast, then run my tongue along the redness I leave behind. “Fuck yourself with a toy?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Do you think about me?”
“Always,” she moans. “Always.”
I sit up and slip my fingers out of her, and she whimpers at the loss until she feels the tip of my cock replace them. She glances down, pausing the toy.
“Did I say stop?” I ask, and she shakes her head, sliding the toy back inside herself just as I push my cock deeper.
Her eyes widen. “Ranger.”
“Yes?” I inch more of myself inside her.
“I … do you … can I take both?” She’s breathless and fucks herself faster, hypnotized as she watches my hips get closer to hers, her tight ass enveloping my cock. I pause and she breathes out, “Please don’t stop.”
My hand is around her throat again. “Do you want both or not?”
“Yes.” She nods slowly. I move deeper. “Yes, oh God, yes—”
She’s never been so tight. So warm. So fucking delicious. Her ass stretches around me, and she buries the toy deep in her pussy.
“Fucking God,” I whisper. “This is the only way I’d ever let you feel this, Denver. If another man ever touched you like this—”
“Tell me what you’d do,” she gasps.
“I’d kill him,” I say, fucking her ass slowly. She opens her eyes, dazed with lust. “If any man touched you like this, I’d slit his throat and reclaim you.”
I kneel up, gripping her thigh with one hand and the toy with the other, and I fuck her. My thoughts are a mess, my entire focus on her. How tight she is, how beautiful, how mine. I fuck her ass and keep the toy buried deep in her pussy, and she reaches down and plays with her clit.
“Reclaim me,” she whispers, her cheeks pink. “I’m yours.”
“Fucking mine,” I say breathlessly.
“Yours.” Her fingers move faster, and her eyes close. “Oh God, I’m yours—”
Her orgasm is like a fist squeezing my cock. I curse, I groan, drop my head back and come inside her, the pleasure thick, heavy waves. Denver’s cries echo my moans, and as she slumps back against the bed, I pull out and fall next to her, my chest heaving.
We’re quiet while oxygen returns.
I go to the bathroom and switch off the shower, then return with a warm, wet washcloth and clean us both.
She moans softly. “That feels nice.” Once I’m finished, I drop the cloth and lean over her, kissing up her chest. Sometimes I think I might enjoy these moments as much as the sex—just us, coming down from a high only we can give each other.
Something I could lose.
The conversation about the McEwans forces its way through the bliss.
If she’s considering buying other land, then she’ll discuss it with Samuel first. He’ll be on board because he wants this to work as much as Denver does and has the connections to make it happen.
I may have stopped this deal, but I won’t be as lucky next time.
I have to do something and now.
I kiss up her neck. “Did you hear anything back from the mayor?”
She sighs. “No. Nothing. Can’t you get him to call me back? He’s under your thumb, isn’t he?”
Yes, he is. And he has called me in a wild panic at least twice this week because Samuel has been on his case.
“I tried.” I nibble her ear. “Someone else must be paying him. Or …”
“Or?”
I lift up so I can look down at her. “Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”
Her hurt barrels into me. “Ranger, I did everything by the book. I did everything right, I swear I did, I—” She chews her lip.
I dig deeper, searching for that doubt. “But something went wrong. Someone fucked up.”
“It wasn’t me,” she insists, searching my eyes. She looks so lost, but that’s fine, as long as I’m the one who finds her. “Do you think I did too much? Do you think I can’t handle this?”
No. I hate that you can.
I brush her hair back. “I made mistakes in the beginning, and I wish I could go back and change them.” I run my thumb across her bottom lip, watching her brow furrow further.
“I can forgive your mistakes, but most will remember them, and that’s an issue.
I’m not criticizing. I’m just looking out for you.
” I pause, choosing my next words carefully.
“You obviously missed something, and look what happened.”
The hurt in her expression has a war of regret and delight sparking in my chest. Delight. Fucking delight at my wife in pain over something I’ve done.
Pleasure licks down my spine as I kiss her throat. “Maybe you should take a break. Plan a vacation. Redecorate the house. Get another dog.”
“I don’t want to do that. I want to work.”
“But you want to do it right, don’t you?” My cock is painfully hard again, and I kiss her before sliding back into her. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed. “Take a break, my love. Everything will be waiting for you when you come back.”
“A … a break—” She cries out as I slam into her, picking up my pace.
“Yes,” I purr into her ear, and I can’t believe how close I am to coming already. But there’s something about this vulnerability, the way she clings to me, the way she wraps her legs around my waist, growing weaker because of my words …
The power over her.
The power I’ve always had.
But now, I’m leashing a strong woman, and not the beginning of one.
“Ranger—” Her head drops back, and her breasts shake as I thrust into her. I’m wild. Frenzied. Catapulting into a kind of lust I haven’t experienced before. Every thrust into her tightness releases that wildness further, and I fuck her harder, faster, sweat coating my chest, my abs tensing.
She comes and I let out a groan, spilling inside her, the orgasm clenching every muscle in my body as I close my eyes. The pleasure keeps coming, endless ribbons of arousal circling my body as I come harder than I ever have.
I heave in breaths and almost collapse on top of her, stopping myself with my hand by her head. Tiptoes of pleasure ease across me and ebb away as Denver takes my face in her hands and kisses me.
“That was unbelievable,” she whispers. “Where did that come from?”
I smile against her lips. “I don’t know.”
I do. And I should hate myself for it.
But if I’m willing to kill for her, I’m definitely willing to twist my conscience.
“Maybe a vacation wouldn’t be a bad idea,” she says, running the tip of her finger across my jaw. “A break. A real break.”
That’s my girl.
I kiss her before getting up. “I’m gonna take another shower. Are you coming?”
“In a minute,” she says, and before I close the door, she calls my name. “Where should we go? Maybe Mexico? Or we could even go to New York. The leaves are turning soon. I’ve always wanted to see that.”
“Go with Lewis,” I say with a smile. “I have a lot to do here.”
She stares at me, and before she can respond, I close the bathroom door behind me.