Instead of answering, she drops her jaw and allows her lower lip to tremble.
“Sweet little rabbit,” I growl, “I can answer that for you. Of course I can fuck you. I was just inside you. And since I’m a murderer, I can kill your husband for putting these bruises on you.” My fingers trace her chest, only partially concealed by her blouse. I drop a hand between her thighs and move upward, past the bruises that make her flinch.
“We can’t kill him.”
I lean closer to her mouth. “Wearen’t going to.Youaren’t doing anything. I’ll take care of everything, just like I’ll take care of you.” I kiss her, and her breath hitches as I tug down her pants. She slips out of them, and I look at her. Fully look at her.
She’s naked except for the white blouse covering her nipples. I see every bruise. Her brokenness makes me feel like I need to mend her instead of being the one who does more of the breaking. I remove the last bit of fabric hiding her body from me, and she drops her gaze.
“Don’t be embarrassed about your body. These marks don’t shame you. They shamehim. Your piece of shit husband.”
She flinches at the wordhusband, and my eyes narrow.
“Goddamn it, rabbit! Stop fucking caring about him. He doesn’t care about you.”
“But—”
“But nothing.” I turn her around and pull her closer. I run a rough hand down the big bruise on her left thigh, and she jolts. “This isn’t from a man who cares.”
She scoffs. “Abducting a woman at gunpoint is A-okay to you, though? What do you call that?”
I bite the sensitive skin of her shoulder. My cock hardens against her ass. “Desperation? Your lucky day?” I say with a smirk as I kiss where I bit her, and I swear I see a hint of a smile cross her face.
I carefully wrap my arm around her waist, trying to avoid the bruises on her stomach as I bend her over the bed. When her elbows hit the mattress, only the mark on her wrist has pressure against it. No pain.
I run my hands down her sides, tracing the bruises that wrap around and lick at her back. Her ass somehow remains pale and perfect, without a mark on it. I want to change that so goddamn bad, but she needs to stay unmarked...for now. I need to give her pleasure as I show her what it’s like to have a real man inside her. A man who is as angry and violent as I am, yet still wouldn’t hit her.
“Lex,” she whispers. There’s a hint of longing in the word, a desire I’ve been desperate to hear.
“What do you want?” I growl. “Use your words. You know I like that.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Inside what? In your ass? Your pussy?”
“My...pussy.”
“Good girl.”
I fist her hair, grip my cock, and push inside her. She whimpers as she drops her head and rests it on her fists. She feels incredible. And she looks amazing. I lean over her and run my hand down her stomach until I reach the dripping excitement between her legs.
“Goddamn it, bunny,” I groan as I move my fingers along the seam of her pussy. Her clit swells beneath my touch. I rub her until she backs into me to take my cock deeper. I lift her to me, wrapping my free arm around her chest. “Your husband is so fucking stupid. You know that, right?”
She hesitates for a moment before whimpering out a yes.
“I’m going to fuck you in your bed at home. Make him watch. I want him to look at what he lost until his very last breath.”
Her cheeks flush. “Lex...don’t talk about him.”
I laugh. “Until he’s dead, I’ll mention him as I fuck you.”
She tightens her lips, but they spread again as I rub circles over her clit. I caress her most sensitive area until she moans—a sound I love to hear.
“Come for me,” I command as I bite her neck. “Be a good little bunny and come.”
She squeezes around me, choking my dick, and I fight against her body to stay deep inside her. I rub her until she shudders against my grasp on her chest. As she spasms, her body coming down from the violent twitches of her orgasm, I thrum my thumb back and forth over her clit.
“Lexington,” she whispers.