King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)

my cock deep inside her, I growled, “Fuck!” before losing myself in the act completely.

I slammed into her furiously, needing my fill.

Her fingers dug into my back as she held on, blissful moans matching my groans. Ivy loved it when I fucked her like this.

My eyes closed as the pleasure built.

Up my spine and out to every nerve ending.

I needed more.

Craved the dark shit.

The shit I never touched.

Refused to touch.

Grunting, I grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her head back before sinking my teeth into her neck. I barely heard her whimpers. Between the brutal way I fucked her, the savage marking of her skin, and the roar of need raging through my head, I was oblivious to everything but my filthy desires.

I was a fucking time bomb waiting to detonate with the hunger that breathed deep inside me. I never gave it air. Didn’t want to inflict it on the woman I loved, but something had triggered inside me today, and I was helpless to stop the course I was on.

I was unravelling.

Coming undone.

Unable to stop myself from taking what I wanted.

It wasn’t until Ivy bucked violently against me that I was dragged from the dark haze I’d allowed to take over.

My eyes snapped open.

Hers stared back at me with fear.

And panic.

My fucking hands were around her neck.

Choking her.

She clawed at me trying to loosen my grip, but my strength was too much for her. She could hardly fucking breathe.

My body had her pinned against the shed while I fucked and choked her. And I hadn’t fucking realised it was happening.

“Fuck,” I muttered, letting her go and stumbling backwards once she was standing on her own, out of my hold. No other words came out. I struggled to fight the mess of thoughts in my mind.

How the fuck did that happen?

This was the shit I kept a tight fucking lock on. It was the shit my father did, not the shit I did.

I dragged my fingers through my hair, clawing at my scalp.

Fuck.

No.

Ivy collapsed to the ground, huddling into a crouch. When she had her breathing back under control, she looked up at me with confusion, completely stricken. “King,” she started, her voice cracking. “What’s going on?”

I stared at her, battling my way through the mental fog blanketing me. “That shit will never happen again.” I never made promises unless I intended to keep them, and this was one promise I would never break. Jesus, I was the one who kept her safe. I would never be the one who hurt her.