Chapter 34

Chapter 34

KENAI.

“God… please.” Her voice barely held together. “You can’t keep doing this. We—Kenai. Please. This is my matrimonial home.”

'Matrimonial.'

The word scraped against something raw, but I didn’t let it show. I smiled instead. “And that’s why I’ll fuck you in it,” I said calmly. “And on your bed. In your kitchen. On your couch.”

I leaned closer, letting my voice drop. “I’ll fuck you right on top of your wedding portrait and spill my cum all over your husband’s face.”

I sneered. “You want to see me try?”

She was shaking so hard it almost distracted me.

It dragged memories up from years ago, of a younger Shannon. She was smaller and easier to frighten. I never knew when her fear of me crossed the line into something permanent. It only worsened over the years especially after I killed our father.

I’d tried to fix it. Fuck knows I tried. I tried to get us back to how we were before I started being a little too protective and before I stopped pretending she didn't belong to me.

It hadn’t worked.

"You said you'll let George go..." Her voice faltered, and I could see her face pale the moment my palm started its slow, measured exploration under her dress.

“I said he’d be free by morning,” I corrected softly. “I never said I’d let him go, baby.”

I smiled again. “Big difference.”

My hands closed around her waist, and I lifted her onto the table. Plates and spoons crashed to the floor, scattering food and porcelain everywhere.

I didn't give a fuck.

A small gasp escaped her lips, but it didn't last because I claimed them immediately, kissing her like she was the perfect dessert served after a well-deserved meal.

My kiss was hard and possessive as I gathered her dress up around her waist.

“I don’t mind giving your husband a show,” I murmured, grabbing her ass and dragging her flush against me. “He should know exactly who you are."

“Please. Don’t.” She whimpered.

I fisted my hand in her hair, forcing her head back, making her look at me. My other hand unbuckled my belt, freeing my cock without hesitation.

I was so fucking starving it was disturbing.

“I’m still sore from last night. Please.”

Her plea broke into a gasp when the tip of my cock dragged against her soft, slick cunt, the heat of her unmistakable.

I fisted her hair harder, forcing her head back until she had no choice but to look at me.

“You’ll get used to it,” I said flatly.

I claimed her mouth again, crushing her lips under mine as my hand locked around her waist, pinning her exactly where I wanted her. She couldn’t retreat. She couldn’t twist away. She could only take what I decided to give.

The pleasure of just holding her like this made my head spin. Over thirteen years of pent-up need and hunger, patience and calculations... Now she was here—trembling, wet, trapped in my arms—and the satisfaction of it was almost unbearable.

She was finally mine.

It was something worth killing for.

“Fucking kiss me back, Shannon,” I ordered against her mouth. “If you want this to be over before he comes back.”

She hesitated a second before giving in.

She kissed me so fast and rough like doing that would make me fuck her faster or cum quicker. What a cute joke.

Our tongues tangled in something frantic and messy, and our breaths turned shallow and ragged.

A small moan left her throat, but she stifled it immediately.

I smiled into the kiss.

“Too ashamed to admit your big brother makes you feel this way?” I murmured, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I tasted metal and smiled wider.

She gasped.

I pushed into her slowly, forcing my way into her resisting, tight cunt, and the moment I felt that resistance clamp down around me, something inside my head snapped.

Fuck. Fucking tight cunt.

She attempted to pull out of my torturous kiss, probably to gasp or scream or beg, but I crushed her closer, sealing her mouth with mine as I drove my hips forward, feeling her body betray her completely and how her softness welcomed me home despite herself.

"Fuck." I muttered into her mouth as I began to fuck her like a crazed man who’d finally lost the last thread of control.

Her hands found my shoulders, holding onto me for dear life. I pulled out of the kiss and fisted her hair a bit harder, forcing her gaze to stay on mine.

Her face was wet with tears... Tears I fucking made her cry. And the sight of them sent a dark, vicious satisfaction straight through me.

Her eyes held silent pleas, but my brain was far past reasoning. It was gone and buried under obsession and need; all I wanted was to stay right here, inside her, breaking her open until there was nothing left of the woman she’d tried to be without me.

Forever didn’t feel long enough.

The sounds of our sin filled her so-called matrimonial home, and it felt like fucking music to my ears.

I fucked her so hard and fast that her whimpers and moans tangled into something that sounded like a cry for help. I loved that part most. The moment when pleasure and panic stopped being separate things.

I pulled her off the table, and she wrapped her legs around me on instinct as I walked us straight to the wall where their oversized wedding photo hung.

I pinned her there and fucked her breathless.

“Jesus… Kenai… Ken—”

Her voice cracked, her moans dissolving into sobs as her firm breasts bounced with every brutal thrust I gave.

“You never thought I’d get to fuck your precious little cunt, huh?” I pulled back and snapped my hips forward again, enjoying the way her body jolted.

“I warned you.”

Another brutal thrust.

“I told you exactly what would happen if another man ever got to touch you.”

Her head fell back against the wall, tears streaking her face.

Another hard thrust.

“You’re mine.”

Again.

“Your body is mine.”

Harder. Deeper.

“Your entire existence is fucking mine.”

I braced my hand against the wall to angle myself better, and when I pulled back, fate did its job... The photo frame crashed to the floor.

I fucking saw it falling and did nothing to save it.

Shannon gasped sharply, startled, her whole body tensing in my arms. I wasn’t startled at all. I watched it shatter like it was supposed to.

Because her marriage had been dead the second I walked out of prison.

I smirked down at her.

“See?” I murmured. “Even your marriage knows when to get out of the way,” I said before I dropped her to the floor.

Her knees buckled when I dropped her.

“Your marriage couldn’t survive me, sister,” I said calmly as I forced her down. “What made you think you could?”

She barely had time to catch herself before I spun her around and forced her down onto her knees, positioning her carefully just above the fallen photograph.

I shoved her head toward the cold floor and took her from behind.

The sight of her pussy stretching around me just to accommodate my size, opening so wide it looked like it might split, was its own kind of ecstasy. It was fucking tight. Wet. Helpless. Mine.

And even though she cried until she lost her voice, she still lay still, taking my cock like the good girl she'd always been before they all ruined her for me.

I felt my release building up so fast it felt dizzying.

"Fuck. Fuck!" I groaned as I pulled out, stroking myself hard, making sure that every single drop of my cum spilled over the photo which was beneath us.

Shannon fell limply to the ground, sobbing so hard one would think it was enough to make my heart ache and regret what I'd just done. But it didn't.

Instead, it made me want to fuck her again. And again. And again. Until she couldn't breathe or sleep without feeling my cock in her pussy.

“Told you,” I murmured, brushing her wet hair back from her face. “I don’t say things I’m not capable of.”

I smiled slowly.

“I’m sure George liked the taste of our cum, baby. Don’t you think?”