Page 5 of Fallen Dane

I want to come. My legs are shaking from the pressure of my building climax. “Dane Sinclair.” I shout it to the entire room. “I belong to Dane fucking Sinclair.”

“Good girl. You have claws, but you listen well, kitten. Now come for me. Right fucking now. I’m ready to take my wife home.”

I’ve tuned out everyone else. Only the pleasure building, only his voice, only this moment and the thought of what awaits me at my new home. The orgasm hits me hard. I scream his name again. My whole body convulses against him. My thighs clench around his legs.

His arm wraps around my waist to hold me steady while I shake and sob through the most intense climax I have ever felt. And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

It keeps going. My pussy drips while these Ravens watch me fall apart on my new husband’s lap.

When the orgasm finally ends, I gasp for air. Tears stream down my face, and I can’t feel my legs.

The room is silent. I just rubbed one out in front of people I’ll see again at Society events for years to come. Dane’s sons could be in this crowd for all I know.

But I can’t bring myself to care. My body is still trembling from the aftermath of it all.

Dane keeps his arm locked around my waist. He presses his lips against my ear.

“That was just the beginning, Mrs. Sinclair.”

And I know without a doubt that I'm entirely fucked.

Chapter 2

DANE

Fifty million fucking dollars.

My wife’s show was worth every goddamn cent. I wasn’t certain she’d go through with it without a bit more coaxing. My little kitten is going to be even more fun to play with than I imagined.

I let the fucking Council tell me no to having her before. And there's nothing they can do about it now. No one tells me no anymore. I'm in control, even if those fucks don’t realize it. I’ll make them pay in my own way, and now I’ll punish her for making me want her all these years.

She’s my trophy for proving that I get what I want, and I get to rub it in the Council’s face every fucking day.

What pisses me off even more is that Gerald tossed her aside once she was too old for him. I don’t think Whitney knows what a fucking creep her husband really was. She’s likely unaware of just how sick the man was.

And she doesn’t need to know. There's nothing she could have done.

Now she’s mine and I protect what’s mine. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of my car with her hands folded in her lap. She hasn’t said a word since we left the auction.

Her chest is rising and falling as she tries to control her breath. The flush hasn’t faded from her chest, and her light brown hair is loose around her shoulders. I pat the pocket holding her panties, knowing she’s never getting those back.

If she thinks I’ll allow her to give me the silent treatment and ignore me, she’s fucking wrong.

I’ve waited almost twenty years for this woman. I cornered her all those years ago in a hallway at a Ravens gathering. I wrapped my hand around her throat then, just as I did tonight. I told her everything I’d make her do. It was a test before I told her father that I was going to marry her.

She passed that test, but I allowed the Ravens to stop me from what I wanted. I watched her with that decrepit dipshit Gerald. I waited for the day he would kick the bucket and I could take what was mine.

Harrison Lockwood tried to take her from me. I haven’t decided yet what I’m going to do to make him pay for that.

“Harrison Lockwood bid on you tonight.”

“Did he?” Her voice is far too casual, and I know she’s hiding something.

“You know he did.” I keep my eyes on the road, but I’ll know if her response to my next question is a lie. “Do you know him?”

“Everyone knows Harrison Lockwood.” She waves me off and then clutches her arms tighter around herself. “He’s on the Council.”

That’s not what I asked. And she fucking knows it.