Page 86 of Married to the Devil

“I want to be your partner, not your owner, not your enforcer, not your kidnapper. I want to be your husband, June. I want you, and I have for a very, very long time, but my life—“ I pull my fingers out. She lets out a cry but I stifle it by sinking them into her mouth. She sucks, surprised and eager to taste herself. “My life is dangerous. It’s complicated.”

She sighs as I unbuckle my belt with one hand and slip my cock from my pants. I’m so hard it’s painful.

“I will die before I let anything happen to you or our daughter. I will burn the world down before you get hurt. And I will stand by your side no matter what. So if you want to tell me you want to be my wife, then I’m yours already, you don’t have to ask. If you want to be co-parents and nothing more, I’ll accept that. I’m gone for you already. I’m so broken for you it hurts. And I will not ever let anything bad happen to our little girl. Do you understand me? Do you believe me?”

“I believe you,” she says, staring into my eyes. “And Rafe⁠—“

I kiss her hard. I don’t want to hear what she has to say. I’ve opened myself to her in a way I never have before.

I’m the king of the Corvinos. I’m a monster and a killer. I have no heart, never have, and can’t afford to find one now.

Except it’s always been a lie, at least since June and Hattie came into my life.

I lift my wife and drag her down on top of me on the small couch I have against the far wall. She whimpers as my tip presses her entrance, but she doesn’t hesitate. I think she’s used to my size now. Her moan is low and slightly pained as she arches and takes me, sinking down along my length, letting me fill her to the brim.

“Fuck, Rafe,” she whispers as I tug open her blouse and kiss her collarbone and the tips of her breasts. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

Her tightness is warm and lovely, it’s heaven, the only brightness in my life right now. She starts to move, grinding, whimpering and panting as she does it. I hold her hips with my left hand and grab her hair with my right, guiding her, making her go faster.

“Every inch, baby,” I plead, shivering and on the edge of coming already. This girl, she shatters me, everything about her threatens to break me, and I love it. I love it so much. “Every inch, my love.”

“Oh my god, Rafe,” she moans, going faster. “You feel so good. I love… I love… I love having you inside of me.”

“I love it too,” I whisper but we both know what I really want to say.

I drive into her. I can’t take it. I grind, fucking her, kissing her mouth hard as I fill her completely. My wife, my everything. I fuck her tight, wet pussy, making her cry out against my lips.

“I’m going to come,” I moan, desperate. “Please, love, I’m going to come inside you. Please, baby, you have to come too⁠—“

“Rafe, fuck me!” She slams down hard. “Fuck me, Rafe!”

I cry out and give her what she needs, every inch of my big, thick cock, slamming in again and again, the two of us moving and grinding in sync, until I feel her pussy tighten down, her core clenching, and it breaks me. I can’t take any more. I can’t stop, can’t hold back.

I explode between her legs. She’s coming too, moaning incomprehensible sounds as she shakes, her eyes rolled back, her skin flushed. I fuck her through my orgasm, the pleasure so intense, my dick so sensitive that my leg straightens and twitches, my toes curling, her name on my lips.

June, baby, June, my love.

We collapse into each other. Her face presses to my chest. I hold her tight, my cock still buried in her pussy. Neither of us bothers to move, and I love this, this right here, holding my wife and stroking her hair and knowing there’s nothing else I need or anywhere I’d rather be.

“You know… we never really settled the question of what we’re going to tell Hattie.” Her smile is glassy and bright.

“Tell her that we’re married. Tell her that I care for you more than anything in the world. Except for maybe Hattie herself.”

“You should be the one who says it.”

“Easy. Done.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to lie to her.”

“June…” I tilt my chin back. Can I actually tell her? Can I conjure words I haven’t spoken in a long time?

Not since the fire. Not since losing my mother and father and my little baby sister. Leanna was a child; she didn’t deserve to burn like that. I told myself I’d never find happiness, never find comfort with a woman, not ever again, not since I was off getting my dick sucked while my family’s home was a raging inferno.

But do I really have to suffer forever?

Isn’t this a better way to honor their lives?

“It’s okay,” June says and touches my cheek with her lips. “It’s okay, I know.”