by Jenika Snow
8
Rofus
I pulled back to look at her face, wanting to see her beauty. Compared to her I was nothing more than an animal, this beast that had somehow gotten this gift in the form of Britta.
I wondered what she thought of when she stared at my scars. I’d seen her looking at them plenty of times, touching them, making me very aware that she knew they were there. Of course I wasn’t a fucking idiot. They were hard to miss. But having her hands on them—something no one had ever done—made me acutely aware of them. I was shamed by them, hated that I was so fucking ugly compared to her perfection. But the look she gave me, the way she stared up at me with this longing in her eyes, made all that bullshit go away.
She licked her lips, and I was riveted to the sight, imagining all the things she could do with those pretty pink lips.
I’ll never get enough.
I ran my finger along her bottom lip. This possessiveness was a raging war inside of me. I knew I would never get enough, that I couldn’t let her leave, couldn’t even stand to think of her with someone else.
“I’m yours,” she said without any prompting, and I groaned.
I smoothed my hands along her shoulders and continued to her waist. “Yes. Only mine, Britta.” Leaning down so close to her that I could smell the sweetness of her breath had my cock jerking. I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips, the flavor of her addictive. “Kiss me,” I said, more of a demand than I’d meant it to be. She started kissing me, but after a few moments I pulled back and trailed my lips along her jawline to her ear. I stated grinding my cock against her, my dick so hard…so fucking solid.
She made this soft noise, one that sounded like need. Britta made another small noise and dug her nails into my flesh. That sting of pain mixed with my pleasure. I knew that I had to claim her now. I didn’t stop myself from thrusting my cock forward, grinding it into her wet, hot softness.
I dragged my tongue up the column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her, being a lewd bastard.
I was going to devour her. I lowered my head and licked the curve of her throat. She was sweet, addictive.
“How does that feel?”
“So good,” she moaned.
I was shaking with the effort to keep calm. My dick was so hard it ached. I wanted her like I’d never wanted anything before in my life, like I’d been desperate for her but hadn’t realized it until this very moment.
She parted her thighs, the slightly swollen, pink pussy lips causing me to feel wild, like I’d snap in half if I didn’t have her right now. I reached down to take hold of my dick. I stroked myself from root to tip as I stared at her body.
All I could do was watch as she spread her pussy lips even more. She showed me the most intimate part of her. I was salivating for the chance to fully take her, to make her see that we belonged together.
And I was about to do that and more right now. There was no going back. Never.
9
Britta
God, I’d never done anything like this, never even dreamed of showing myself to another person in such a wanton, erotic manner. But I wanted to touch myself, wanted to see the lust covering his face as he watched me pleasure myself…as I did what he said.
“Do it, Britta. Show me what’s mine. Show me that you want this too.”
His voice was so hoarse, so guttural that it sent chills throughout my body. It made me wetter, had my nipples harder. I touched myself then, showing him the most intimate part of me. I wanted him to be touching me, wanted his mouth and hands on me, wanted his cock deep inside of me. I didn’t stop myself from looking down at the huge erection he sported.
It was all for me. It was all because of me.
“Touch yourself for me.” God, had I really said that out loud?
He made this deep sound in the back of his throat, this growl that made me feel innocent and vulnerable. He stroked himself slowly, his focus on me. The sight transfixed me.
“You see what you do to me? You see how much I want you, how ready I am for you?”
I saw the clear fluid that dotted the tip of his shaft and felt my heart race, the blood rushing through my veins. I lifted my gaze back to his face. He straightened and took a step closer until he was at the edge of the bed and kept his gaze trained between my splayed thighs, his hand still on his cock, his motions still unhurried, but with each passing second he was jerking himself off faster. The sound of his palm moving over his flesh filled my head.
“How wet are you for me?” he asked, even though I knew he could see.
“I’m ready for you.”
He let go of his cock and placed his hands beside my hips. The way he watched me made me feel like the prey for a very dangerous predator.
“Tonight I make you mine, Britta. Tonight you’ll know what it means, how it feels, to truly be claimed.” He leaned down and took my mouth in a brutal kiss. His flavor was sweet but also untamed, intensely good.
He grabbed a chunk of my hair and forced my head back, exposing my throat. I felt the hot, hard length of him press between my thighs as he kissed my neck, licking and sucking at my skin. He placed his lips back on mine, and while kissing me, he reached between our bodies and placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside of me stilled. I was ready for this.
So ready.
He pulled back and looked right in my eyes, and without saying anything he slid into me in one fluid motion. I couldn’t help but arch my back and thrust my breasts out. Rofus groaned above me and closed his eyes.
“So fucking good.”
I felt the heavy weight of his balls press against my ass when he was fully inside of me, and the air left me. All I could do was hold on to him and experience this fully.
“You ready?”
I could only nod. I felt so full, so stretched that I couldn’t catch my breath.
When he started moving in and out of me, I grabbed on to his biceps and dug my nails into his flesh. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his big arms shook as he held himself up above me. I didn’t want him to control himself with me. I wanted him to go wild.
“Fucking hell. Yes,” he said harshly. He pushed into me and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust.
I felt my inner muscles clench rhythmically around him. Rofus stretched me, filled me completely.
“Watch as I fuck you, as I own you like you already own me.”
I stared between my thighs, seeing his massive length partially inside of me. He thrust in and out, taking me as his. With each passing second he picked up speed until he was slamming into me, making me slide up the bed with each thrust.
I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. And when I was flat on the mattress again, he went primal on me, slamming in and pulling out, over and over again. The sound of our wet skin slapping together filled the room, making it so that was all I could hear. Right before I felt myself falling over the edge, Rofus pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly.
A gasp left me. He palmed my ass with his big hands, gripped the mounds, and squeezed them tightly until I cried from the sensitivity of it.
But God, did that feel so good.
“So damn perfect.” He grabbed my waist and hauled me up. I was now on my hands and knees, my ass in the air and my legs spread obscenely wide. I had no doubt he could see every single inch of me. “I hope you’re ready, beauty, because there’s no going back.”
I’d never been more ready for anything in my entire life. I could only nod, though, my throat tight, my voice nonexistent. He placed the tip of his shaft at my entrance once more and slid inside of me in one smooth, fluid motion.
“God. Yes,” I found myself hissing out.
He moved in and out of me slowly, but his motions became harder, faster. He held on to my hips in a bruising hold. I looked down the length of my body and could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of me.
He grunted and my pleasur
e increased. Rofus held my hips so tightly that the pain morphed into intense pleasure. And then I felt myself fall over the edge again, as if it were this never-ending tidal wave, this tsunami of pleasure.
And when he stopped pumping inside of me, now buried deep in my body, I could feel the hard jets of his seed fill me.
He filled me up, and no matter how insane this whole situation might have been, how crazy any outsider would say I was, I wanted so much more from Rofus. I wanted to be his in all ways.
In. Every. Way.
All I could feel, smell, and hear was him, and it was intoxicating, addicting.
He pulled his mouth away from my neck and groaned. That one sound was so primal, so rough that it sent shivers racing up my spine. He moved closer to me, impossibly so, his chest now covering my back, his breathing rough. It matched mine. There was no way I could hold myself up any longer, so I let myself collapse on the bed, the mattress forming to my exhausted, sweaty body.
It was long seconds before he pulled out of me, but when he did, he didn’t go far. He lay beside me, keeping his hand between my thighs, the possessiveness in that act clear.
“You’re mine, Britta. All mine,” he said huskily, and I knew he meant every word, knew that I truly was his in all ways. And when he leaned down and kissed the top of my head, this brutal man so aloof and distant to anyone who came in contact with him, I felt myself open up further to him…for him.
He pulled the blankets over us, and this sense of calm and protection settled over me. I wanted to be bathed in it, to just embrace the fact I’d given myself over to Rofus, let myself feel free for the first time in my life. Maybe I was a fool for giving in to him. Maybe I should have been smart and left my feelings out of this. But the truth was it was that fear that made me feel alive, and I didn’t want to let that go.
Because being afraid was better than feeling nothing at all.
Epilogue One
Britta
One year later
I stayed behind the glass wall and watched as Rofus worked over the conference room. I knew I had a stupid smile on my face, but I loved seeing him in action, loved watching firsthand what my man could do.
Over the last year a lot had changed. Rofus had slowly shifted from the isolated “Beast” to a man who loved life. He still sported his beard, but it was now trimmed. And his hair was still longer, although it was trimmed and tied back from his face. I loved that he’d kept this rugged look, because his appearance, coupled with the expensive-as-hell three-piece suit he wore, turned me on like nothing else.
I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I didn’t care. I clutched the stack of papers I held to my chest and watched Rofus. He’d glanced up at me a few times, and the wink he gave me had me clenching my thighs together.
I’d agreed to work at his company when he’d decided to come back to the workforce outside of his home. But I’d made him promise me we wouldn’t work directly together, and I’d answer to other people. I didn’t want our work relationship to start to get tarnished by sexual chemistry.
But then again, it wasn’t like we didn’t have that just by looking at each other.
He looked so fierce, so commanding. I should have walked away, but when he dismissed everyone, I found myself still standing there watching him.
Sweat started to bead between my breasts, and my arousal increased. He crooked his finger at me, and I moved over to the door. I ducked my head and waited for the people to file out of the room before I stepped inside. “Mr. Foxwerth,” I said softly, trying to remain professional.
“Close the blinds.” That was all he said, all he had to say to get my blood pumping.
I turned and closed the blinds that blocked out the rest of the office.
“Shut the door.”
I did that as well. Now I was in the room alone with him, the air heating already, the thickness making me uncomfortable in a good way.
He walked around the table and stopped when he was a few feet from me. Rofus cupped my cheek in his big hand, his look feral, intense. “Do you know how much I love you?” He said the words softly, but his voice was so deep, so masculine.
“The same way I love you?” I was teasing as I smiled at him. He just shook his head slowly.
“No, I don’t think you’ll ever know how much I truly love you, Britta.”
I sobered at how serious he’d become. He leaned in close and kissed my cheek before moving to the shell of my ear.
“Marry me,” he said, the words spoken softly.
Could he hear my heart racing? I pulled back and looked into his face. He cupped my cheek and smoothed his thumb along my bottom lip.
“I’ve wanted you by my side forever since the moment I saw you at the interview.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. “I want you to be my wife. Please say you’ll be mine.”
For long seconds I was silent, trying to process this. And then he dropped to one knee, produced a ring he had tucked in the inside pocket of his jacket, and stared me in the eyes.
Despite the fact I hadn’t said anything yet, the answer was on repeat in my head.
Yes. Yes. God, yes.
“We are meant to be together.”
He was right.
“I need you as my wife, as my other half. I want you to make my house a home, to make me a father.”
My heart jumped to my throat. I was crying now, tears of happiness.
He had his mouth on mine then, kissing me softly, sweetly. “Marry me, baby.”
“Yes,” I whispered against his lips.
“You own me,” he said on a groan.
He cupped the back of my head, held me tightly, and I knew that I’d never be happier than when I was with Rofus.
Epilogue Two
Rofus
Two years later
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
That’s what I thought about every damn day since Britta came into my life.
I stared at my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, and felt like one day I’d just wake up and realize all of this had been a dream, that I wasn’t worthy of any of it.
She sat on the floor with our son, Xavier, while he played with the new toy we let him open up before the holiday.
Xavier’s little toddler voice made the words sound sweet, even if I couldn’t understand what he said a lot of the time.
I could have watched them for hours, and I did just that, listening to Britta sing softly to our son as he played, loving that she’d given me this gift…made me a father. I wanted more children with her, and knew we’d have that. Our life together was just starting, despite being together for years.
When our son started getting tired, the little devil in him coming out, one that always made me laugh softly, Britta put Xavier to bed. When she came back out, she sat beside me. I pulled her in close, loving how her body molded against mine. I leaned over and kissed her.
“How happy are you, my love?” She’d softened me, but only toward her and our son. To everyone else I was still known as The Beast, not just because of the scars that littered my body, but because I was feral when it came to getting what I wanted.
I was an animal in the most basic of ways.
And I wouldn’t have stopped until I’d gotten Britta, until I’d had her irrevocably mine. That was the man I was, the type of person I’d become. And even though I’d never wanted anyone as much as I’d wanted my wife, and never would, I still feared that one day she’d realize how good she was—too good for me.
“I’m deliriously happy,” she murmured, and I held her tighter. “I love you.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled. “I love you too, so fucking much.”
Scars or not, beast or man, billionaire or poorer than dirt, I was complete, but only because of Britta and the family she’d created with me.
The End
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