I’m drenched at that thought. “That doesn’t give me any incentive to obey then,” I purr.
“God, you’re incredible and infuriating at the same time.”
“Ditto.”
And then I climb up his body until I’m straddling him—his cock pushing between my thighs.
Our eyes meet.
Reality hits us.
And before either of us can decide to stop, I slide my hips down over his cock, and he slides inside me. The burn hits me, but I don’t stop.
Lennox leans forward, capturing my lips, and the pain is gone.
I grip his shoulders as I start riding him, and he continues the kiss.
And then I realize I’m gripping the shoulder that was shot. I try to remove my hand, but Lennox stops me with a thrust, forcing me to grip him to keep from falling off him.
“Fuck me, wife,” he growls against my lips before nipping them.
The light taste of metal enters my mouth from where he nicked me. It’s like fire burning through my body. I crave more.
I fuck him—hard.
I ride him for as long as we both can stand it. Until we’re sweaty and exhausted and can do nothing except pour our orgasms into the other.
We fuck without a condom.
We could get pregnant.
Or we could die first.
Or…
Or I could fall in love with the devil.
Chapter33
Lennox
I startle awaketo darkness being pulled over my face, when moments before I was stroking Rialta’s hair as she was tucked into the crook of my arm.
I’m dragged from the bed.
I don’t have time to reach for the gun in my nightstand.
I don’t have time to grab Rialta.
I don’t have time to get a punch in.
I’m completely fucking useless.
My arms are handcuffed behind my back. The hood covering my face is tightened so I can’t see shit. And I can feel a gun pointed at my back.
The only thing I can do is breathe and hope that I have time.
I have to have time left.