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I swiped my hand across my face, attempting to hide my smile. I fucking loved that she gave me shit. Challenged me. It reminded me that she had the balls to survive this world. She could put any fucking man in his place. He’d probably thank her for stepping on his throat.

I would.

“Open these fucking legs wider,” I demanded, slapping the inside of her thighs and pulling a yelp from her. I dove in, latching on to her pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit.

Her moan was so fucking sexy, and I smiled against her flesh when my name fell from her mouth. The sound spurred me on, and I pulled her ass cheeks apart. I started at her clit and ran my tongue up to her asshole, ignoring the way she tensed as I swirled my tongue around it.

My head buzzed with lust as she pushed back ever so slightly. “My wife likes to have her asshole eaten,” I teased, not waiting for her to answer as I pushed her chest flat onto the bed. “I can’t wait another fucking moment, Scar. I need my cock buried in you now.”

“Who’s that asshole that prev—”

I drove so deep inside her that her quip ended in a strangled cry. Her pussy gripped my dick.

Fuck, it felt so good. I might never leave.

The next thrust was even deeper and harder, and her ass cheeks bounced with the impact. Our grunts and moans intertwined with the sensual sounds of the music I’d put on—skin slapping against skin.

I’d never felt more alive than when I was with her.

“We’re so fucking good together, baby. This pussy was designed for me,” I said, slamming into her so hard my balls bounced off her clit. “My. Fucking. Wife. Say it.”

She panted in pleasure, beads of sweat pulling at the small of her back as she met me stroke for stroke. “You’re my fucking husband. I own you.” She cried out. “Fuck, I love the way your balls slap my pussy,” she said, reaching down and rubbing her clit, her pussy getting even wetter around my cock.

The dark goddess below me held me in a choke hold. There was no way I would survive without her. She was a drug in my veins.

Her breath and the pace of her fingers on her clit increased. She was getting closer. We both were. I picked up my tempo, my thighs burning with the exertion. Our cries rose to a crescendo.

“Fuck, I’m coming, Caleb,” she panted out. I pumped through the tightening of her pussy on my cock, watching as she writhed and pulsed on the bed, moaning my name.

My power over her body sent me over my own edge. My mind went blank with blinding pleasure as I emptied into her, coating her with my cum.

I collapsed on top of her, our slick bodies feverish.

“Holy fuck.” She groaned, pushing me off, only to pounce on top of me and kiss up my throat until she reached my mouth. My tongue stroked hers, our heavy breaths mingling.

“You’re ours,” I whispered against her lips, and sleep pulled me under.

CHAPTER 33

SCAR

WELL, THIS IS GOING TO BE AWKWARD

The aches at the back of my throat and pussy were not-so-subtle reminders of our night.

When we left for LaGuardia, expressions of confusion and surprise flickered through all three sets of eyes when I directed our driver to the private entrance and onto the tarmac.

Flying private made it less of a hassle to get the type of work equipment I used through security. There were fewer questions when you owned the jet and the pilots.

But these three had lots of questions for me, and my gut turned at the idea of revealing all of my secrets. There was such an electric connection between the four of us, that the thought of keeping things from them didn’t sit right with me.

Especially after last night.

The air was charged as the other three found their seats next to me. I inhaled, holding the oxygen in my lungs, savoring the burning pressure of my body begging me to release the breath.

I might as well pull the pin on a grenade regarding the conversation we were about to have. Death was an expected outcome of my lifestyle. Explaining that I wasn’t blood-related to Dominick and that I was a mercenary who was stockpiling money like a Cuban drug lord was never on my bingo card for life.

The leather squelched as I shifted uncomfortably.