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“Goddamn, baby.”

  Having his mouth on mine, his big, muscled body covering me, the feeling of his dick rubbing up and down, moving against my slit, had me on the verge of getting off.

  He thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth, licked and nipped at me, sucked at my tongue, nipped at my lips. Far too soon he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my neck, licking, gently biting, driving my pleasure higher.

  “Come on, baby. Get off for me, give it to me.”

  And just like that, from his command, his motions, I came for Arsen.

  Tossing my head back, I cried out as the pleasure washed through me. All the while he kept thrusting against me, licking at my flesh, drawing my pleasure out.

  When I came down from my high, floating, slowly, I opened my eyes and saw Arsen watching me with this lust-covered expression on his face. His chest rose and fell almost frantically, a look of pure intensity, wild desire, reflected back at me.

  “God, Harper, baby,” he groaned. “Watching you get off for me, because of me…” I watched as his throat worked when he swallowed. “It’s so fucking hot. Makes me possessive like a motherfucker.”

  I smoothed my hands over his bulging muscles, feeling how damp his skin was from the act of fucking me, his sinews and tendons bunching right below the surface of his skin. He leaned down and kissed me then, slow and gentle, a contradiction to the power I knew he held.

  Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me onto my belly, the sheets beneath me warm, a little wet from my sweat. His movements were fast and precise as he helped me onto my hands and knees.

  When he was positioned behind me, the heat that came from his body made me feel like I was burning alive. I glanced over my shoulder at him when he ran his finger down the crease of my ass, barely brushing the digit along the puckered hole. Chills raced over my skin.

  He held on to my hips with bruising force, and I made this small sound in the back of my throat as the pleasure and pain spiked from his actions.

  “You like me like this, fucking reckless, unable to control myself where you’re concerned?”

  I closed my eyes and found myself nodding.

  He made this low sound again. “The things I want to do to you,” he said in this thick voice. “They are so fucking filthy, baby.” He groaned as he gripped the cheeks of my ass. “I want to fuck this,” he said and gave my bottom a light smack. “I want to fuck your ass so damn badly, but not tonight. Soon though, baby girl. Soon I’m going to claim every single part of you.”

  He kept smoothing his hands over the globes of my ass, driving me higher to the point where I thought I’d burn alive from my need. “So fucking perfect,” he seemed to say to himself as he gave my cheeks a hard, possessive squeeze.

  But just when I thought he’d take me this way, with my ass in the air and my face to the mattress, Arsen flipped me back over. My breasts shook slightly from the rapid movement, and I gripped the sheets beneath me, holding on tight for what was about to come.

  And then he pressed his hips forward so I felt the hard length of him settle between my legs once more. I grew wetter, if that was even possible. His cock felt huge, and the very thought of taking him all was a little frightening at the same time it turned me on like anything else.

  “Harper, I’m going to fuck you so good. I’m going to make up for lost time.”

  My heart beat hard and fast.

  “Once I finally have you, take this little virgin cherry as mine, I won’t stop, Harper. I’ve wanted this, you, for too damn long.”

  He moved his hand between us until he was brushing his knuckles against my sensitive, soaked flesh.

  “You ready for me?”

  I nodded, my voice not working.

  He positioned the thick, bulbous head of his cock right at my pussy hole, and I held my breath.

  All I heard was my own rapid beating heart.

  With his cockhead nudging at the entrance of my pussy, his hands on my hips, and his nails digging into my flesh, I knew there was no going back from this.

  And I was more than happy about that.

  I held my breath at the same time he pushed all his length deep into me, claiming my virginity, popping my cherry—the one I’d saved just for him—and made me realize right then and there that he owned every single part of me.

  “I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, Harper. I’ve been dreaming about you, wishing I had claimed you sooner, made you know how much I fucking loved you.” He stretched, then pushed back inside of me. “And I do love you, so fucking much it hurts, so damn much I don’t know how I could have ever waited so long.”

  I was breathing harder, so dizzy from it all I know I would have passed out if I were standing.

  He pushed back into me, and I gasped. The pain of being stretched by his size had my eyes watering, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second.

  “And I love you,” I cried out as everything crashed in on me … my emotions, my need, everything I was where Arsen was concerned.

  His balls were pressed right up against my slick flesh, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood.

  “Fuck.” That lone word left Arsen in a carnal and feral tone. “Christ. I’m going to fuck you so you’ll know you’re mine.” And then he did just that. Arsen started pulling out of me, then pushed back in.

  His movements were a slow, agonizingly pleasurable pace. But as time ticked by, I could see—feel—his control slipping.

  Soon beads of sweat covered my flesh as the heat in the room increased, as our movements became one. My inner muscles squeezed his cock on their own.

  “Yes, Harper baby,” he hissed out. “That’s it. Fuck.”

  The faster and harder he thrust into me, the higher my pleasure climbed until it was on the precipice of claiming me completely, until I knew there would be no stopping it once I went over the edge. Arsen moved his hand down my belly, along my hip bone, and stopped right above my clit. He stared me in the eyes, and I held my breath as he leaned in and ran his tongue along my lips at the same time he touched the little bundle of nerves.

  He rubbed my clit back and forth, and I couldn’t hold off from letting it consume me.

  I came like the world was ending and that pleasure was my lifeline.

  “I’m not done with you yet, Harper.” His voice was deep and gruff, and I hung on to the sound, wrapped it around me like a second skin.

  He pulled out of me suddenly, this gasp leaving me, the emptiness startling. He had me flipped over, and the only smell that invaded my senses was all Arsen.

  He positioned his cock back at my entrance. I watched him over my shoulder, his focus trained on me, his expression feral. And then he slowly pushed back into me, making me take every last big, long inch of his cock, stretching me, causing that burn of pain to fill me.

  Arsen didn’t give me much time to become accustomed to his size again, because within seconds he was all the way in me, then retreating.

  Over and over.

  Back and forth.

  He fucked me almost lazily, as if he wanted to torture me with the pleasure.

  Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and moved along his chest. I followed the dips and hollows, the ridges and hills of all that tattooed muscle that made up Arsen.

  My last vision of him when he’d been a free man had been my strong protector in a suit, his big body clothed in an outfit I knew he was uncomfortable wearing, but he’d done it to better himself, to make a life for himself.

  He was changed now, and I found myself in love with him even more.

  “Is it good?” The way he said those words was almost like a challenge, like he wanted to see if I’d lie to him, wanted to push me to be honest.

  I held on to his biceps and licked my lips, my entire body strung tight.

  “Go, Arsen,” I whispered. “It’s so good.” I squeezed my eyes shut, flashes of light filling my head as I felt myself go over the edge. “I’m going to
come.”

  He grunted and slammed into me faster, harder. I clenched my pussy around his cock as if my body tried to pull him in even more. I felt myself fall over the edge at the same time he pulled back slightly and placed his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framing my pussy. He kept thrusting in and out of me, but just as my orgasm peaked, he pushed my legs back to my chest, really leaving me open for him.

  I gasped as the new positon had him going inside of me deeper, hitting parts of me he hadn’t touched prior.

  Curling my nails into his flesh, I moaned at how he claimed me.

  Even after I’d already gotten off, it felt like I hadn’t come. I was desperate for more.

  He slammed his cock inside of me so hard I felt the bed rock back and forth, the headboard slamming against the wall.

  “God, Harper, baby.” He groaned the words out in rapid succession. “I’ll never get enough.” His breath moved along the arch of my throat. He ran his teeth and tongue over my neck, down my collarbone, and stopped at one of my breasts. I felt my body tighten. And then he bit at my flesh gently, causing me to cry out as pleasure and pain slammed into me.

  He was languid in his motions, in the way he bit and licked at my flesh, in the way he moved inside of me.

  He kept me right on the precipice of climaxing.

  Moving his teeth and tongue back up the same path he’d descended, he took root at the base of my throat once more, groaning against my skin, sending shivers throughout my entire body.

  “Christ,” he gritted out.

  Then he really started fucking me.

  “Come for me, Harper. Give me what I need.” Arsen’s mouth was right by my ear, sending shivers racing along my body, making me so wet I was embarrassed by my arousal.

  That was all it took for me to get off.

  I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, and closed my eyes.

  “God, fucking yes, Harper,” he groaned.

  I knew he was close too.

  “Christ.” He slammed into me, pressing his body against the bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy, my clit throbbing, and sending sensations spiraling through me.

  “I need you to kiss me,” I gasped out.

  And then he slammed his mouth on mine as soon as the words had slipped from my lips. Arsen kept thrusting into me, his movements more frantic.

  One thrust.

  Two.

  On the third time he buried himself all the way inside of me, both of us moaning at the intensity.

  His huge body shook, and the sound of his pleasure had my own rising higher.

  “Mine,” he roared out as he filled me up.

  I swore I felt the hot jets of his cum, felt his cock becoming even thicker.

  Only seconds later his breathing evened out and his big body wasn’t so tense.

  He rolled off me, and I was bereft at the feel, the loss of his strength and heat surrounding me. But he pulled me right up against him, my back to his chest.

  He used his big, muscular body to protect me, cocoon me from the world. And I absorbed it all. Our breathing eventually relaxed, becoming even.

  I tilted my head back and looked up at him.

  All it had taken was our lives to be turned upside down for us to finally be with each other.

  The heartache, the desperation … all of it was worth it. Because right here, right now I was finally with the man I loved. I was finally exactly where I was supposed to be.

  Epilogue

  Harper

  Seven years later

  Whoever said bad boys were nothing but trouble had never met Arsen.

  A convicted felon.

  A murderer.

  And although maybe he was those things, he was much more than labels. He was so much more than the judgment people passed.

  He was a husband, a partner.

  He was a hard worker.

  A provider for his family.

  He was a father.

  I stood by the sink and washed the dishes, my hands soapy, my fingertips shriveled like prunes. I stared out the small window in front of me, the sunflower curtains matching the pale-yellow walls. We might not have a lot of money, but none of that mattered because we were happy and together.

  We’d moved out of town a year after he’d been released, found some property, and built this house over the course of a few years. The property was almost ten acres, a little more than we’d ever need, but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like the seclusion and privacy. We’d saved, worked hard, and earned this.

  I could see Arsen standing by his Harley, the sun beating down on his big, muscular form. Standing beside him was our five-year-old son, Corbin. Although I couldn’t hear what they said, I knew Arsen was teaching our son about the motorcycle. I could see the pride in my husband’s face as he bent down and pulled our son closer, pointing to the engine, and grinning when Corbin became animated.

  And Corbin, a spitting image of his father right down to his brooding personality, lit up our lives and made us whole and complete.

  Over the last five years, Arsen was unable to get a job because of his record, so he’d decided to open his own mechanic shop. He put blood, sweat, and tears into getting it started from the ground up. I was so proud of him, proud of the man he’d become and what he’d built for himself and his family.

  And now his shop was the go-to place in town. People trusted him, at least to work on their vehicles. They were still apprehensive of him, of his background and history, of the fact he’d killed my father and that I’d married him.

  So although we didn’t have a lot of money, although Arsen worked tirelessly to make his business flourish, and despite the fact he worked late to make sure he stayed above water, we were happy, provided for, and we had everything we needed.

  I smiled as I watched Corbin reach down and pick up a wrench, handing it to his dad. Arsen leaned down and kissed our little boy’s head, ruffling his hair as a smile grew on his face. My heart swelled, my love for that man growing tenfold.

  Every day I realized how lucky I was. I realized that it didn’t matter where someone came from, or what they had done in their lives. It didn’t matter if they were considered bad, dangerous. In the end it was so much more than that.

  And with Arsen, I’d found perfection.

  With him, I’d finally found happiness.

  * * *

  Arsen

  Grease covered my hands, most likely some smeared across my face, as well. I looked up from the car engine I was currently rebuilding for a customer, feeling tired as hell and just wanting to go home to be with my girl and our son. But I also felt pretty damn good that I had the opportunity that I did right now.

  My own business, a place that was mine. I’d worked really damn hard creating the shop, had to because no one would give me a chance with my past criminal record. They didn’t care that I’d killed because I was protecting the one person who meant more to me than life itself.

  They didn’t care that the man I’d killed used to beat his daughter, used to treat her like she was nothing but shit on the bottom of his shoe. None of that mattered because all they saw was an ex-con.

  But it didn’t matter because if they hadn’t turned me away all those times, I wouldn’t be where I was right now. Oh, I still would have my girl, and we’d still have our Corbin. But I wouldn’t be my own boss, with a reputation for being an honest, hardworking businessman.

  So, fuck all those other people who thought I was nothing more than a criminal, a piece of shit they could judge.

  I heard a car approach, then an engine cut off. I glanced up when I saw Harper climb out of her car and head to the back passenger side to get Corbin out. The grin that spread across my face was unavoidable. Hell, I couldn’t stop myself whenever my girl was near.

  I grabbed a rag and wiped my hands off, tossing it aside when I was done, and heading toward Harper and Corbin. He ran up to me, and I lifted my son into my arms. I pulled Harper to my side and kissed her in front of everyone,
not caring what they thought. In fact, I wanted them to see that she was mine, that there was nothing on this planet that would have me thinking twice about showing my affection for this woman.

  Corbin wiggled out of my arms and ran toward Trevor, one of the mechanics. Corbin became animated as Trevor showed him the truck he was working on.

  I pulled back and looked into her face. I’d looked into these eyes for years and fallen in love with her countless times.

  “What?” she asked softly, a smile touching her lips. “You always look at me like that.”

  “Like what, baby?” My voice was nothing but a whisper. I smoothed my hand along her cheek. “Like you’re the sun and I haven’t seen it in ages?” I moved my thumb along her bottom lip. “Like you’re the light and I’m the darkness, thirsty for that rightness?” She gasped, and I leaned down and kissed her again. “Like I fall in love with you all over again each and every day?”

  “Arsen,” she whispered. “I love you. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

  I shook my head. “I love you, too, but I’m the lucky one.” And as I held my wife and looked over at my son, I knew that my life wouldn’t be complete without them in it.

  The End

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