Scarred Regrets (Bellandi Crime Syndicate 5)

My other hand came down in a sharp slap against the top of her ass.

“That is for running after Madison when she tried to leave,” I said, remembering the moment I’d seen the cars on the other side of the opening gate. The danger coming for my wife with her out of my reach had damn near given me a heart attack.

“Ow!” Irina yowled, the wetness of her flesh adding to the intensity of my spanking.

I did it to the other side, giving her matching handprints on each ass cheek. “That is for trying to fucking leave me.”

“Scar!” she shrieked. “I will gut you.”

Strikes three and four followed despite her words, delivered to the bottom of her ass as I watched the flesh jiggle from the force of them. “Those are for forgetting who you belong to and thinking you have any say in when we’re done. We’re done when I say we’re done, Butterfly. And that will only happen when I’m six feet under. Do you fucking understand me?”

She squealed as I slapped the tops of her thighs, covering her entire ass in my handprint and loving the way it looked against her skin. I’d have tattooed it there if I didn’t think she’d cut off my cock while I slept.

She spent far too much time with Aoife.

“I asked you a question, Irina. I don’t like to repeat myself,” I said, leaning down to capture her earlobe between my teeth.

“I understand,” she said through gritted teeth, making my cock leak with the need to be inside her. I lifted one of her legs, letting her balance herself against the shower wall as I drove up into her pussy in one hard thrust that forced her open for me.

She wailed, the sound reminding me of Darragh’s screams when she’d cut his balls off. Pulling back and thrusting in once again, I held her steady while I impaled her on my cock.

“Tell me this is my pussy,” I told her, fucking her so brutally that my balls throbbed every time they pounded against the red skin of her ass.

There was no response, her jaw clenched as if she could deny the pleasure. As if she could shut me out and not give me this.

But this was us, and she belonged on her knees.

“Only good girls get to come,” I said, watching as she hissed between her teeth. I released her hair, dropping my fingers to her clit and stimulating her enough to torment her but never send her headfirst into the orgasm I knew she wanted.

Even if she tried to deny it.

“Whose pussy is this?” I repeated, driving high and hard and dragging the head of my cock over that spot inside her that drove her wild.

“Fuck,” she cursed, turning her head back to face me. “Yours. It's your pussy, you asshole.”

Grinning at the confession and the look of rage on her face, I grabbed her jaw and held her still as my mouth crashed against the corner of hers. Fucking her brutally, devouring her mouth as if it was the last air on the planet and she was the only way I could survive, I claimed my wife all over again.

“Where do you want my cum?” I asked when I pulled away, watching as her eyes darkened as she warred with the decision. “In my pussy? Or your pretty little throat?”

“Yes,” she said, uncertainty crossing her features.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned, using two hands on her hips to shift her angle. I pounded into her pussy with everything I had, working her clit until she came around me. Pulsing and throbbing, her perfect cunt sucked the cum from my balls and drew my dick deeper into her.

I fucked her more, sliding through the sloppy mess I’d made as I waited for my cock to stop tingling. When I finally pulled out, I stared at the place where my cum trickled out of her.

Irina smiled at me as she dropped to her knees, touching her tongue to the scars on the top of my shaft. Licking me clean like a good girl. Putting herself exactly where she belonged.

On her knees with my cock in her mouth.