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He groaned and grabbed the front of my dress, his fingers digging into skin.

I bit down harder. He yanked, my beautiful dress straining along the seams at my sides.

“Don’t you dare!” I reached up to try and shove him away, but his grip on my hair kept me in place.

With another hard yank, the seams popped, the fabric falling away as he ripped the bodice apart. My strapless bra went next, his hand destroying it with vicious pull.

“Garrett!” I dug my nails into his abs.

He laughed and shoved me down, covering me with his body. Wrangling my hands together, he pinned them over my head and used his other hand to search beneath what was left of my skirt.

“I’m going to beat you with a shovel!” I arched up and tried to yank my hands free.

He fastened his teeth to my shoulder, biting down as his fingers found my wet panties. He made an mmm sound against my skin and slid the fabric to the side, pressing two fingers inside me with a harsh shove.

My slick walls welcomed him, anger and desire warring inside me as I struggled beneath his grip. The pain in my shoulder subsided as he eased up and licked his teeth marks.

“Fuck, I love it when you fight.” He twisted his fingers and found my spot.

My hips bucked as he stroked me from the inside. Kissing down my chest, he captured a nipple between his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth. Fireworks of heat prickled along my skin as he sucked and taunted me, his tongue lashing the tip and his teeth grazing it. When he switched to the other nipple, I melted beneath him, the fight leaving me as I spread my legs, needing more of his particular brand of pleasure.

“You want me inside you?”

“Yes.” I arched, pressing breasts against his face, his beard tickling my skin.

He released me and stood, then shucked off his black pants. His cock sprang free, the thick length of him hard and smooth. I scooted up the bed, what was left of my dress falling into a heap on the floor.

“Off.” He pointed at my panties.

I slid them down my legs and tossed them aside.

“Spread for me. Show me your sweet pink pussy and that perfect asshole.” He strode to the wall and ran his fingers along a row of floggers.

A shudder went through me as the music outside picked up, the dancing moving into full swing at the reception. If he chose the one on the end, it didn’t matter how loud the music was, they’d hear my cries and probably wonder if the woods were haunted like all the rumors claimed. Surely he wouldn’t choose that one on our wedding night. Surely.

His fingers dallied on the black leather flogger, the thin bits of leather deceivingly soft while at rest. I mentally willed him to move down the line to the light brown one, but he didn’t seem inclined to get the message.

“No.” The word bled from my lips, and I knew I’d made a mistake.

He gripped the black flogger at the end of the row and pulled it from the wall. “Tell me no again.”

“Garrett—”

“Tell me no.” He ran the flogger through his fingertips as he stared at my pussy.

Had I just intentionally sabotaged myself because I subconsciously wanted the—OW! I yanked my knees closed after he’d flicked the flogger across my sensitive flesh.

“Don’t do that.” His eyes darkened. “Open your legs.”

I shook my head, taunting the beast. He would punish me. The fire raging between my thighs ratcheted up a notch at the thought.

He stayed deceptively calm, the flogger in his right hand, as he climbed onto the bed.

Resting one hand on my knee, he dropped the flogger to the bed and opened my legs. Bending over, he gave me a long lick, then rubbed the tip of his tongue back and forth across my clit.

I gulped down air and gripped the sheets as he worked me, each stroke like one from a master painter.

He slowed, then stopped, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now, you either get on all fours and take your punishment like a good girl, or I flog your pussy. Up to you.”

The haze of lust began to clear at his words, and I bit my lip at the Hobson’s choice he’d presented me with. After a tense moment, I turned over and got on all fours as instructed.

“Good girl.” He rubbed my ass with one hand as I glared at him over my shoulder.

“Keep looking at me like that.” His hand whipped back and flashed forward.

I howled as white-hot pain raked across my skin.

Another strike, another cry. Then several more in rapid succession until my legs were trembling and tears welled in my eyes.

He dropped the flogger next to me and pressed his knees between mine. With a hard thrust, he entered me, his deep grunt striking a chord inside me. Resting a palm on each stinging ass cheek, he began a hard rhythm, each surge forward punishing me with the kind of pleasure only Garrett could provide.

The pain subsided and melted into the rush of sensations that overwhelmed me. Every touch of his fingers was amplified. The feel of his cock stretching me, the slap of his balls against my clit as he pressed my chest toward the bed and hiked my ass even farther into the air.

“That’s it.” He gripped around my hips and yanked me against him.

I moaned into the sheets, taking every bit of what he offered and knowing, deep down, that I always would. This man—just as wild as the day I’d met him—had given me so much. He’d thought he was twisted and broken beyond repair. But he’d been wrong. He’d brought me to life.

“I love you, Red.” He pulled out and rolled me onto my back, sheathing himself between my thighs with a sure stroke as he stared down at me.

“I love you, too.” The truth was always easy with him.

He claimed my mouth in a scorching kiss, his tongue working at the same pace as his cock. Palming my throat, he slid his other hand between us and teased my clit with his thumb.

I jerked at his touch and raked my nails down his biceps. He answered with a squeeze at the sides of my neck, his large hand capable of cutting off every bit of air flow.

“Trust me.” It wasn’t a question, and he already knew the answer.

“With my life.”

He thrust deep and hard, his eyes burning into mine as his grip grew ever-tighter on my throat. I gasped in a last breath. My hips rocked against his, his thumb strumming my clit as he slammed into me. Air leaked from my lungs, but I couldn’t take another breath. I chased my orgasm, rubbing against him and keeping my legs wide.

My vision began to dim at the edges, dark spots invading.

“Not yet.” His voice was harsh, strained through gritted teeth as his movements became wilder.

I couldn’t respond, only claw at his back as he mastered every last bit of me. The darkness spread until the only remaining spark was the one between my thighs, the tightness there, the need.

He grunted, low and deep, then let go of my throat. As my vision bounced back in perfect color, his deep blue eyes searing a path to my soul, I came on a strangled cry.

My body burst into a million flashes of light, the orgasm reaching to my deepest places and shaking every last bit of stardust from my bones. Garrett’s eyebrows drew together, his face frozen in that exquisite mix of agony and bliss. He surged inside me as he groaned, his cock kicking with each spurt as I writhed beneath him. I sank my nails into his back, pulling him close as he wrung every last bit of pleasure from my body.

When we were both spent, he collapsed on top of me and littered my shoulder with errant kisses. His heart beat strong against my breast, both of us covered in sweat. I let my arms fall out to my sides as he wrapped his around my rib cage.

Nuzzling against my ear, he whispered, “I’m sure they didn’t hear a thing.”

I snort laughed. “They probably heard that across the county.”

“That’s a bad thing?” He met my eyes and raised a brow.

I kissed his nose. “Not to me.”

“It’s your fault, really.”

I gaped at him. “What?”

?

?If you’d been a good girl and just let me have my way with you—”

“You would have hated it.”

He smirked and ran his teeth along my collar bone. “Okay, you got me there. I like it when you’re bad. More spankings, more floggings, more rough fucks.”