I couldn’t get enough of him.
Holding onto my hips, he slammed his cock inside of me, jarring my body toward the edge of the piano. Thrusting in and out of me, each thrust more demanding than the last. He fucked me like he wanted to make us one person, one soul, heart.
“Right there… Don’t stop… Right there…” I eagerly panted as he gripped onto my hips for leverage, continuing to pound into me. His dick hitting my g-spot from that angle.
“You don’t tell me what to do, Juliet. Only been away from me for six weeks, and already you’ve forgotten who’s always in control.”
“I haven’t forgotten, Master. I’m yours to do as you please.”
“Your pussy is so tight, so wet, so fucking good…”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched off the piano, coming apart. He stifled my screams of ecstasy with his tongue in my mouth. His hands gripped onto my ass, spinning us around until my back hit the wall so fast that it should have surprised me, but it didn’t. It only intensified my desire and need for him.
His dick had me scratching at his back, unable to get enough. He thrust in and out of me, hitting my g-spot with every demanding push and pull.
It wasn’t nice.
It wasn’t soft.
He was him, fucking me into oblivion.
His lower abdomen glided on my clit, and I threw my head back, matching his hip movement.
I came hard.
His hips jerked forward, and his hand covered my overly enthused mouth, making me whimper. Releasing my mouth, he placed one of his hands around my throat and his other on my hip, gripping hard and applying ample pressure to both. He forcefully and urgently made me bounce on his cock as he pounded into me with no remorse.
I didn’t care.
I wanted it all.
“Fuck…” he growled and clutched my hip harder.
My noises grew louder the closer I got to coming apart yet again. He fucked me harder and faster, mercilessly pounding into me, his balls drenched from my wetness.
“That’s it, pet … just like that… Squeeze my cock with your tight cunt.”
The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room.
“Yes … yes … yes…” I breathlessly moaned.
My body shuddered, throwing me off balance from the intensity and overpowering orgasm that only Donovan could ever give me. From the moment he put his hands on me…
I was his.
He didn’t stop, and my hands moved to his shoulders as he continued to slam into me. I tried to keep his pace, barely done with one release before another hit.
“Who do you belong to, pet?”
“You, Master. Always and only you.”
That was enough to send him over the edge. With a growl from deep within his chest, he blew his seed deep inside of me. If I wasn’t already pregnant, this would have definitely done it. I fell forward and clenched onto his neck for support. Panting profusely, I tried to catch our bearings while he placed kisses all over my face, still not removing himself from deep inside me.
“I love you, Juliet. I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Later, when I’m done with you. When I haven’t stopped until I’ve kissed every inch of your skin. When I’ve made you come until you have nothing left. Until you’ve screamed my name so loud that you can’t talk for days. Until I finish you off with only my tongue, fingers, and cock. Then and only then will you know my love.”
“Promise?”
His answer was another orgasm brought on by every promise he’d made above. We spent the rest of the night just like this. Where he proved to me just how much…
He was my master.
And I was his.
EPILOGUE
Juliet
“Your damn brother…” Donovan pouted, arms crossed. “Who the hell does the think he is anyway?”
I just smiled. “Um, a Sinacore underboss, why?”
Donovan still glared. “He’s not being careful enough.”
“Really?” I sighed. “This from the whips and chains guy?”
He scowled. “She’s only two.”
“Right, and their little one is only a bit older, and look how well they’re playing together.” I nudged him and took a sip of my water. The family get-together for Naz’s birthday was everything I’d hoped it would be, and it was at our estate.
Our kids, plus our little girl all in the grass sitting, giggling, showing expressions I would have never seen from my brother if he hadn’t found his other half.
Which reminded me…
“You want more?” I asked casually.
Donovan froze, slowly turning toward me, his green eyes narrowing. “Are you asking or telling?”
“Call me pet and see…”
With a growl, he yelled back, “Romeo, kid duty.”
Romeo made a face but shot us a thumbs-up as Donovan and I moved through the house toward our master bedroom. Through tragedy, joys were always available; just sometimes, you had to go through the hurt to stop the pain.