Page 96 of Sinner's Storm

“Mine,” he declared, his voice filled with equal amounts of possession and desire as he mercilessly pounded into me, leaving me breathless.

I could feel another climax coming and whined, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he ordered while he pounded even deeper.

Protesting softly, I pleaded with him.

Ignoring my pleas, he increased the intensity of his thrusts, his hips moving at an incredible speed. My voice escaped in a cry, my body contorting against the bonds, yearning to intertwine with him as waves of pleasure surged through me.

“That’s it, Precious. Cum all over my cock.”

The sound of his roar filled the room as he shot load after load of searing semen into my trembling body. My screams filled the room while the pleasure whipped back and peaked once more, intensifying the experience. He emitted a contented groan as his body eagerly expelled his seed into the depths of my womb.

I lay under him, knowing that I would never get enough of him. Whenever we were together in bed, he exhibited a dominant side that was unmistakable and impossible to ignore.

Reaching over me, he unlocked the cuffs before collapsing next to me on the bed. Pulling me close to him, I looked up at him to see his eyes had closed. Laying my head on his chest, I tried to calm my body, to even out my breathing when I heard him whisper, “I love you.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Delany

Laying there in his arms, I couldn’t get my mind to shut off.

Those three little words kept rattling around in my head like some alarm bell going off. Nothing I did could ease the confusion warring within me. I wanted so much to wake him up and ask him if he said it in the heat of the moment? Was it deliberate? Did he truly mean it?

Knowing I would not sleep anytime soon, I carefully extricated myself from his arms, slipping from the bed. Seeing his shirt draped over the chair, I didn’t think when I donned it before making my way out of the room. Heading down the hallway, I tried to be as quiet as I possibly could when I descended the stairs before entering the kitchen, only to stop when I saw Montana sitting at the small table, leaning over a glass of whiskey. The bottle next to him, half empty.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, backing away.

“No need to leave.”

“I only came for some water.”

“Bottles are in the fridge.”

Walking over to the fridge, I opened it and quickly grabbed a cold bottle of water.

“You know, I saw him with you that night at the bar. He looked at you like you were everything he ever dreamed of and more. Had I known who you truly were back then, I would have done everything in my power to keep you two apart.”

“I’m sorry?” I whispered, unsure where he was going with this.

“You and I are alike, you know that?”

“How?”

“Neither of us like change.”

He was right. I didn’t.

“Now, everything is going to be different.”

“Montana, I never meant to—”

“I know,” he interrupted with a sigh, pausing to throw back the remnants of the whiskey in his glass before pouring himself another drink. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I knew you weren’t just a one-night stand for him. He looked at you like I look at my Tess.”

“But that’s good, right?”

He slowly nodded. “Yep, but it also means everything is about to change.”