Her body shuddered as her orgasm swept over her. She cried out my name, her nails digging into my shoulders. The pain spurred me on.
“I was always coming back home to you,” I promised her, my balls drawing up tight. I was about to fill her cunt with my seed. Maybe it would knock her up—one could only hope. But damn, I’d enjoy continuing to try every fucking day.
“Nothing is ever promised,” she panted. “Sam—”
My cum coated her walls, triggering another orgasm for her. Her head slammed back against the door, and my woman fucking screamed as her walls milked my cock, drawing every bit of me inside of her that she could. Her little pussy was greedy for everything I could give her. And damn if I didn’t want to give her fucking everything. I’dliveinside of her sweet body if I could.
I rested my head in the crook of her neck, pressing a tender kiss there. She softly moaned, her now bloody fingers sliding into my hair. “There’s something about you looking like a deranged, bloody monster that gets my blood pumping,” she panted.
I laughed softly, carrying her to the bathroom so I could clean both of us up. “You’re fucked up, baby girl.”
She leaned her head back to look up at me, a soft smile on her lips. I leaned forward and gently pecked those sweet lips. She moaned and yanked my head back down. “You love me for it.” Then, she opened her lips beneath mine and allowed me to plunder her sweet mouth. I settled her on the counter, already hard again and ready to fuck her for the second time. She moaned when she felt me swell inside of her.
I slowly parted our lips and ran my hand down her back, watching in the mirror as it swept down her tatted skin, blood smearing in the wake of my hand, finally coming to a stop right on my name. She trembled in my arms and looked over her shoulder at the image we made. We were both covered in blood smears, her hair a tangled mess, mine not looking much better. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her eyes bright and filled with love and happiness.
We made a fucking stunning picture.
I swallowed thickly, replying to her earlier statement about me loving her for all of her fucked-up ways.
“Yeah, baby, I do.”
Her beautiful fucking smile was worth every bit of hell I would ever have to go through for her. She turned her head to look up at me. “I love you, Samuel.”
I brushed my fingers over her cheek before I gently cupped her chin and pulled her fucking tantalizing lips back up to mine. “And I love you, Reina. You’re my beginning and my fucking end. Without you, I don’t exist.”
She softly sighed and then gripped my ass, drawing me deeper inside of her.
Fucking hell.
“Round two?” I rasped.
A sexy-as-fuck smile tilted her kiss-swollen lips. “As many rounds as you can give me.”
Fuck.
16
Sam
The next morning, River called off lockdown. Alejandro’s men left, and the clubhouse went back to normal. The days were quiet again, and the nights were filled with drinking and plenty of club bunnies to go around.
But I had my eyes on one woman—and only her.
My old lady.
The rest of the pussy filling this clubhouse didn’t even faze me anymore. I just wanted Reina.
I spent my nights with her, fucking her in every position I could get her sweet body into. And she was all too willing to sate the monster in me. Normally, I had to lock that shit up tight and restrain myself with women, but Reinalovedit. She loved wearing my bruises and my marks, and she wore them proudly. I loved seeing her strut around the clubhouse with my marks all over her skin.
A different kind of monster had been awoken in Reina, and I was more than fucking happy to feed it and sate it.
Even now, as I watched her grab a beer for one of the guys, I couldn’t remove my eyes from her. She was back to wearing her normal clothes instead of the baggy, concealing clothes she’d been wearing for the past few months. A tight crop-top barely covered her tits, and a pair of black jean shorts that showed the curve of her ass cheeks rode low on her hips, her new belly ring glinting in the lighting surrounding the bar. Fishnet stockings covered her legs, and combat boots made her about an inch taller than she normally was.
And every time she turned her back to me, my name was proudly displayed on her lower back, and the club emblem covered the rest.
Feeling my eyes on her, she glanced over her shoulder at me, and a suggestive smirk tilted her lips. She blew me a kiss before looking back at what she was doing.
“Surprised you’re up,”River commented as I emerged from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.