Beauty in the Broken

“Easy,” I say, gripping her waist.

She hisses like a cat. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Study. Now. We’ll talk there.” The mention of the study is enough to shut her up.

My men shoot me sympathetic looks as I march my angry wife upstairs. She’s the only person with so much power over me. There’s only one, fragile, dainty, little female who can rake me over the coals.

When the door is firmly closed, she turns on me. “Don’t you dare leave me sleeping when you’re putting your life at risk.”

“Calm down.”

She shoves me. “Don’t tell me to calm down. I was worried sick, and Brink refused to tell me anything.”

Kudos for Brink. I can’t help the smile that creeps onto my face. “Worried? About me?”

“It’s not funny.”

“No.” I grab her around the waist before she can escape. “It’s sweet.”

She lets out a little humph when our bodies collide. With her palms on my chest, she tries to push away. “It’s cruel. Inconsiderate.”

I’m not going to contest the cruelty, but ask, “Inconsiderate?”

“How would you feel if you wake up in the middle of the night and I’m gone?”

Her words elicit a growl from deep within my chest.

“See? You won’t like it either.”

Her wiggling and feistiness make me hard. I’m trying to cushion my dick in the soft spot between her legs, but she arches away from me.

“Lina.” It’s a groan. It’s a warning. I need her.

“No,” she says, stubbornly turning her head away.

Frustrated, I concede to something I never thought I’d do. “Please.”

The fire in her ceases a little. Her body relaxes marginally as she turns her head an inch back to me. “Please what?”

I fucking beg. “Please let me fuck you. Here. Right now. Against the wall.”

“Not before we lay down some rules.”

The minx is blackmailing me. With sex. Fine. I’ll play along. This could be fun. “What rules?”

“If you’re going on whatever mission, you don’t leave this house, or wherever we may find ourselves at whatever point in time, without kissing me goodbye, even if you have to shake me awake from the deepest sleep I’ve ever slept. Understood?”

I grin. Fuck, she’s cute. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m serious, Damian.”

“Yes, angel, I know.” Nuzzling her neck with my nose, I sneak in a kiss. “I still think it’s sweet that you care.”

“Worry,” she corrects.

Whatever. To worry she needs to care. “Worry,” I agree readily because I’m eager to sink my cock balls deep into her.

“Fine,” she huffs.

“Fine.”

All her fire suddenly gone, she looks like the dog that caught the car. “Okay.”

I pull at the tie of her robe as I back her up to the wall. “Don’t you owe me something?”

She pants as I push the robe off her shoulders. She watches me warily as I move the strap of her nightdress aside. When I clamp my lips down on the soft spot between her neck and shoulder, she leans her head against the wall.

That’s right, baby. I know exactly which buttons to push to make her surrender.

Cupping her hand, I place it over the erection straining in my pants. While I mark her skin with a hickey, she rubs me. It feels so fucking good, I pivot my hips into her palm. I try to go slowly as I free the other strap and let the nightdress fall around her feet, but my body has other ideas. Taking just enough time to remove my jacket and holster, I free my cock through my fly. When I align my dick with her pussy, she catches my wrist.

“No,” she whispers.

No? I’m beyond myself with lust-crazed desire and a hairbreadth away from impaling her, and she tells me now?

“Everything,” she says, looking at my pants. “For once, I want you naked.”

Fuck, I can do that. I disrobe in record speed before crushing her body to the wall. It feels good all over, her skin against mine. I can do this forever. I want her. Forever.

Pressing our foreheads together, I grab her thigh and lift her leg around my ass. I don’t slide in gently like I intended. I slam everything in with a single thrust, cramming as much of myself as I can inside her. I cover her mouth just before she screams, knowing she’ll scream a hell of a lot more before I’m done. I want to drag it out, but she makes me go straight for the kill with her sweet concern and sexy blackmailing. I hammer out a rhythm that’ll make me shoot before she’s climaxed. With my fingers on her trigger button, I help her get there with me. We explode together. She sags in my arms, but this was just the appetizer to take off the edge. I’m not close to being done with her.

“Damian,” she cries out as I twist her around and bend her over.

I can never get enough of my name on her lips.