Broderick (Sabine Valley 2)

Broderick lifts his head and glares. “I fucking loathe you.”

Chapter 3

Broderick

I had meant to go about this a different way. To keep things as distant as possible when it comes to consummating the handfast. To not do anything to further the enmity between me and my new Bride. To…

It doesn’t matter now.

Monroe nips my jaw as I fuck her with my fingers. She’s so fucking wet; obviously the manhandling gets her off, even if I don’t know how the hell I feel about it.

No, that’s not true. I know exactly how I feel about it. My cock is so hard, I’m about to come in my pants, and it started the second she met my gaze and whispered those poisoned words with a smile on her lips. Make me. She fucking sucker punched me. “I don’t do this,” I mutter.

Monroe digs her heels into the mattress and lifts her hips as much as she’s able to, trying to take my fingers deeper. “Sounds like…a bore.”

Even now, she’s taunting me. It makes me want to tie her down. It makes me want to fuck her all the more. I pull back, kneeling between her thighs. She tries to kick me, but the position doesn’t allow for it. I press my weight onto her wrists. “Spread your legs wider.”

I already know exactly what she’ll say a moment before the words leave her lips. “Make me, Broderick Paine. You know you want to.”

The worst part?

She’s right.

I’ve never, not once, been this rough with a partner. I might not be as big as some of my brothers, but I’m achingly aware of how much stronger I am than someone like Shiloh.

No, I can’t think about her right now. It feels wrong, and not just because I currently have three fingers buried in Monroe’s pussy. I would never, ever treat Shiloh like this. I would never overpower her or hold her down or fuck her rough. She deserves to be cherished, and you don’t treat something you cherish like it’s the enemy.

Monroe is the enemy.

More, she wants this.

Still…

I move quickly, flipping her onto her stomach and using my weight to pin her again before she has a chance to fight. I catch her wrists and press them to the mattress on either side of her head. My stomach still aches from that sucker punch. I might admire it if she were a different woman and I were a different man. I press my lips to her ear, ignoring the way she arches her hips back in invitation. “You say I want it like this.”

“You do.”

I ignore that, too. “Sounds to me like no one’s been fucking you properly, Monroe.” I bite the back of her neck. I don’t even know what possesses me to do it, other than I need to feel her skin against my teeth, just a little. The moan she makes has what little blood is left in my body surging to my cock. She likes that just as much as I do. “Tell me you want my cock. Ask nicely, and I might even give it to you.”

She surges up, trying to lift me off her, but I’m not going anywhere, and we both know it. Monroe lets out a hoarse laugh. “Give me your cock, Broderick. You’ve won me, fair and square.”

I let go of one of her wrists to undo my pants, but she’s not fighting me anymore. I wrap my fist around my cock and notch myself at her entrance. She’s so wet, it’s achingly easy to slide into her. Some small part of me is trying to sound a warning, but it feels too good to stop. I feed her my cock, inch by inch, driven on by her moans.

It’s not enough, not even when I’m sheathed completely. She clenches around me, and it’s everything I can do not to come on the spot. If I do that, she wins in truth, and that’s something I won’t allow. Not tonight. Not ever.

I wedge my hand between her body and the mattress until I cup her pussy. Monroe jolts and then goes liquid in my arms. “Little circles, Broderick.” I do as she instructs and circle her clit as I start fucking her. Gods, she feels good. It shouldn’t be this pleasurable to fuck someone I hate, but I’m past thinking about it. She drags her braid off her neck. “Bite me again. Harder.”

I bite her. She lets out a cry that vibrates through her entire body, and then she’s coming, pulsing around my cock so strongly, I’m helpless to do anything but follow her over the edge. I pound into her in rough strokes, chasing my own orgasm, and come hard enough that I’m shaking by the end of it.

It’s only as I’m easing out of her that I realize the thing I should have remembered.