“Parker, please don’t.”
Dark humiliation coasted through her. She was at once flushed red to be taken in such an intimate, forbidden place but she was also so wet, that her body craved this kind of pain from him.
As if it would be etched deeper into her brain. Never to be forgotten.
“Your safeword, Everleigh, is Greek. Say it,” he roared.
Why was he doing this to her? She shook her head. Nothing in the world, not a thousand forms of torture would make her say her safeword to stop him from taking her, no matter what he touched or how.
She couldn’t say no to him.
When was she going to learn she shouldn’t mess with Parker? He always won and it came with great emotional pain on her side. Every time he touched her, he made leaving harder.
Didn’t he know she was drowning already? Out of breath. And dying. Because he didn’t love her.
“You have the land. So let me go. Annul this marriage, and we can both go our separate ways.”
Those words seemed to unearth a kind of beast she shouldn’t have underestimated.
“Say your safeword or say my name, Everleigh.” The head of his cock had stretched her opening enough that the burn had already started.
She opened her eyes. Parker’s pants brushed roughly against her ass, his zip scratching her skin. Her hands were plastered against the wall. So was one of his. His other hand he used to guide his cock to her ass.
She moved her hand closer to his. So different. In size. In stature. In love.
“Parker,” she said softly but clearly. “Parker.”
Everleigh had stepped into another dimension. She felt the roaring pain of Parker penetrating her ass with his colossal cock, but only silent tears dripped from her face.
The flesh of her ass strained as he waded into her. Yet she soaked up the hotness of his cock like a woman in a snowstorm. Her body rattled with shock and awe, then relished the penetration, making her wetter, her clit even more swollen, her pussy aching for his cock too, her nipples on fire for his mouth.
I love you, Parker.
Her heart sang the tune over and over again until she said it out loud.
“I love you, Parker.”
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Parker thundered with rage. Rage at himself. He had almost killed an innocent man for no reason. But seeing her friend, Bucky charge toward her with his oversized coat, he couldn’t be certain Everleigh’s life wasn’t in danger.
He didn’t regret what he had done. He wouldn’t apologize for it. He would do it again and again and again.
But the reservations he’d had about making her his wife had returned. He had told himself he would make her his bride she so belonged to him. He wanted to touch her just once to stop the agony that rolled around his head and the ache it produced in his cock.
She was perfect in every single fucking way. And he had added her to his register. A possession. He didn’t think he would not be able to let her go when he had his fill of her.
He didn’t think he would spend sleepless nights enraged at himself for bringing her into his world when she could be a target.
Fuck, he wasn’t supposed to care that much about her.
But she pushed and pushed and now fuck, for the first time in his life, he felt fear.
For her fear. Fear of a bullet aimed at her because of him.
He loved her. But the last time he had said those words, a bullet had sailed through the air and killed his father. He had never said those words again. Not even to his brothers. He didn’t need to.
He couldn’t. He just had other ways of showing it.