Holy fuck. This man.
I take him harder and faster, my skin quickly growing clammy with a sheer layer of sweat, and as I clench my eyes, his lips press to my throat, sucking and nipping at my sensitive skin. His hand trails down my body, grabbing a handful of ass before slipping further and feeling the way my pussy takes his cock. His fingers trail over my arousal and he spreads it up to my ass, making me realize that when it comes to Marcus DeAngelis, I will never truly have control. Then without warning, he presses his fingers into me.
I let out a soft gasp as my eyes roll in my head. “More,” I groan, pushing back against him, and damn it, he doesn’t disappoint, giving me exactly what I need.
“Fuck, Marc,” I cry, feeling that familiar tightening deep inside me as my ass clenches around his fingers. “I’m going to come.”
“Hold onto it, baby,” he tells me, his other hand tightening on my hip. “I’m gonna come with you.”
My head falls forward and I bite down on his shoulder, desperate for my release, and when I drop down over him and clench around him, it’s all I need to throw me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me and I let out a soft cry, my fingers digging into the headboard as my world shatters, my pussy convulsing around Marcus’ thick cock.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry, throwing my head back as the pure ecstasy pulses through my veins, completely taking over.
Marcus sucks in a hiss as his warm seed pours into me, and I’ve never felt so fucking high. “Shit, Shayne,” Marcus murmurs as I ride it out on his cock, slowing my pace until my hips are gently rocking back and forth.
I take a moment to catch my breath as I meet his heavy stare. “I, umm …” I start, my lips twisting up into an embarrassed smirk. “I didn’t mean to go so hard. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Babe, you brought me back to fucking life.”
A soft laugh pulls from my chest as my hand falls from the headboard and drops around his strong neck. His fingers brush over my skin, gently trailing over my more serious injuries. “Are you good?” he questions, not taking his eyes away from mine.
I nod, the elation drumming through my body and making me feel more at ease than I have in days. “I’m good,” I tell him, hating just how good this feels as getting too close to Marcus DeAngelis is probably going to cost me my life. Hell, his brothers have more than proven that to me.
He lets out a breath and as a seriousness comes over him, dread fills my stomach. “We have to talk about wh—”
“Don’t,” I say, cutting him off. “Don’t ruin this by asking me about your brothers.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I’ve got to know what your plan is. They’re my brothers, the two men who have always had my back. I fucking hate them for what they did to you, so I get it. But if you’re planning on slitting their throats in their sleep, then you’ve gotta let me know so I don’t fucking kill them first. I’d never take that away from you.”
I gape at him, wondering if I heard him correctly, but seeing the horror on my face, he pulls back, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s the matter?” he questions, his thumb softly trailing back and forth over my skin. “Is slitting their throats too easy? Do you need me to train you up on something a little more … gory? OH!” he adds, his eyes widening with excitement. “What about castration? You’re in a good position for that one, especially Levi. He’ll whip it out for you any day. The fucker would never see it coming.”
“Whaaaaat … the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not castrating your brothers.”
His face falls. “Oh, not even a little? You could just take the tip, or maybe just a ball? That way they could probably still fuck. It might hurt a bit, but they’re fucking animals. They’ll push through the pain.”
“You’re insane,” I tell him, pausing to watch him, unsure if he’s actually joking. “I, ummm … I don’t know if you’re being serious right now.”
Marcus shrugs his shoulders. “Dead fucking serious, babe,” he says, his expression sobering. “They put their hands on you when they knew what you meant to me, and if taking their life is what you need to be able to sleep at night, then it is what it is. It’ll suck, and sure, I’ll probably fucking resent you for it, but I’ll find a way to live with it.”
I shake my head as my heart pounds wildly in my chest, desperately needing to ask him what he means by ‘they knew what you meant to me’ but having much larger fish to fry. I’ll have to circle back to that one later. “I’m not taking your brothers away from you. I don’t … I can’t even stomach the idea of taking their lives. They thought I shot you, and I know that’s no excuse and I have absolutely no idea why I’m defending them right now, but I understand why they hurt me. I'm just so damn pissed they didn't have it in their hearts to trust me when I said I didn't do it. They were scared, they didn’t know if you were going to make it and in their eyes, I was the one who had taken you away. At that moment, they needed someone to blame, and unfortunately, it had to be me.”