“Show me what belongs to me, doll face.” I feel my cheeks heat with his words, but I do as he says. I scoot up the bed and spread my legs wide for him. All of my shyness and self-doubt about my body goes out the window.
Devlin climbs on the bed and over me. I reach up and twine my arms around his neck as his cock lines up to my opening. “Devlin.” I gasp when he pushes in the head of his cock. He tenses, his body going still.
“You’re too tight,” he grits out. He pulls back some. I wrap my legs around him, knowing he’s fighting an inner battle. He doesn't want to hurt me.
“You like it.”
He nods his head, his teeth gritted. He wants to thrust home, but he’s hesitant. I know it will hurt, but it will be so worth it in the end. “My body was made for you. I can take you.” I lift my hips as much as I can to encourage him. “I belong to you.”
“Yes. All mine.” He thrusts forward, breaking through the last barrier between us. I know that he always will. Devlin will never allow anything to keep us apart. I cling to him, knowing he’ll take the pain away. He always does.
His mouth trails kisses along my jaw and back to my mouth as he holds still inside me. It’s hard to feel the pain over the sensation of being so close to him. I part my lips when his tongue slips along the seam of my mouth.
He kisses me tenderly, taking his time with me. “Devlin,” I breathe as my body relaxes under him. “I want more.” My sex clenches around his cock. A growl comes from deep inside him. “Move,” I demand.
Without question, he does as I ask. He pulls out and thrusts all the way back inside. I gasp as a different type of pleasure fills me. I know my husband can be sweet and gentle with me, but I want all of him. Even that darkness. I lift my hips, meeting his every thrust.
“This is what you want?” he growls, letting all his walls down, allowing his self-control to slip away. “This sweet pussy is mine and only mine. I’m going to give you what you need, and you’re going to come all over my cock like a good girl.”
I swear he’s trying to kill me with his filthy words.
“Yes!” My nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, letting go.
He gives me all that he has. The bed creaks with every thrust as he digs his knees into the mattress and ruts away inside of me, that wild, primal look in his eyes.
“You’re mine now. They can’t take you back. All mine. Do you hear me, wife?”
My sex clenches down hard around him as I come. “Yes. I’m yours!”
His whole body jerks over mine as his warmth starts to spill deep inside me. He collapses on top of me and buries his face in my neck. “You’ll never run from me.”
“Never,” I agree.
He lifts his head. I open my eyes to lock with his dark gaze. He’s as raw as I am at this moment. I know this connection will never be broken between us. That somehow life led me to this man. I thought I was trying to escape the darkness. Truly I was only looking for my own.
Devlin Harrigan.
19
Devlin
One week. One week of being married to a woman who drives me abso-fucking-lutely wild. On top of that, I haven’t heard a peep from her father. I suppose the fact that I sent out word all over the underworld the very second my marriage to Diamond happened. The wedding was rushed, I admit, but it’s just as real as one that took a year to plan.
“When you smile like that, it makes my balls shrivel.” Malone scowls.
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.” Brenda rolls her eyes and swings the safe at the club shut. “We’ve already cleared a few thousand tonight. Got quite a few patrons. Maybe your good mood is influencing business.”
“I’m sure that’s what it is.”
“It’s a holiday weekend,” Malone grumbles.
“Quit being salty. You’ll find a woman who’ll put up with you sooner or later. Right, Brenda?”
She laughs. “Don’t look at me.” With that, she leaves, her spiked heels just as much for looks as for slitting throats should the need arise.
“I’m not jealous,” Malone says (jealously).
“Sure.” I stand. “I’m heading home.”
“But the night hasn’t even started.” He rises, too.
“No, it hasn’t. And it won’t until I see Diamond.” I clap him on the shoulder. “I know you miss me, but you’re just going to have to get used to it.”
He harrumphs. “I don’t miss you.”
“Who you trying to convince?”
He sighs. “Fine, whatever. I’ll hold down the fort. You go on home.” Then he shrugs. “I’m just getting used to it, I guess.” He puts a hand on my arm, stopping me. “But—despite the fact that I’m a lone wolf now—I’m glad you’re happy. I really am. I’ve never seen you like this, and it’s a good thing.”