Page 113 of Angel

‘Say it again, say you’re my wife,’ I growled in her ear.

My hand cupped her breast, fingers rolling her nipple, my other hand between my legs, flicking, squeezing, and rubbing her clit while my cock drove inside her. ‘Say it.’

‘I’m your wife,’ Roxy groaned.

Minutes ago, after the door closed on my fellow bandmates, out of my mind with rage, jealousy, and possessiveness, I prowled to her.

My pulse pounded like a sledgehammer, the image of that old bastard’s palm on her ass burning me.

Roxy stood from the white velvet sofa, blinking at my approach.

‘Honey,’ she breathed.

Without uttering a single damn word, I reached out, hooked my arm under her knees, threw her over my shoulder like a prize, and marched to my bedroom.

She let out a breathy gasp, her hands gripping my biceps as I kicked the door shut behind us with my heel.

I dumped her onto the king mattress, sinking one knee beside her.

‘You want this?’ I snarled.

She nodded.

‘How bad do you want it?’

‘So bad, Angel,’ she whispered into my jaw, her voice trembling with desire. ‘Make love to me.’

‘Fuck lovemaking, woman,’ I growled into her ear, my grip pinning her wrists above her head. ‘This is pure claiming.’

Bending over her, my hands went to her collar, ripping through the midnight-black silk of her gown until the seams shredded.

‘You’ll need to pay LLANO X for shredding their original design,’ Roxy murmured, her eyes alight with mischief and savage need.

‘Best money I’ll ever spend.’

I dipped, my teeth catching the sensitive skin of her collarbone.

My mouth crushed down on her lips, consuming her in a feral, bruising kiss.

Soon after, I was naked balls deep inside her.

Roxy arched her spine into my chest, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, feeding the fire tearing through my veins.

Nobody touches what’s mine, my mind roared, as her waist lifted to meet mine.

A soft groan slipped past her lips as my mouth devoured each inch of her exposed skin.

I pressed my face into the crook of her shoulder, breathing in her vanilla perfume while I drove into her with relentless strength.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her heat as we took ragged, synchronized gasps.

Every scar on my heart flamed away, all doubt in my brain turning to ash as we lost ourselves in the unforgiving rhythm of lovemaking.

My cock pulsed inside of her as her pussy clamped hard and I bucked, thrusting even faster.

With a cry, Roxy’s head went back, her hips arcing as she convulsed through a violent orgasm.

My hand on her clit went to her throat; my pelvis kept working, my other hand bracing me above her.