“Harder,” he growls. “Bite me.”

Fuck.

I bite him softly and he roars with pleasure. I do this more, pressing my teeth into his flesh. His fingers tug at my hair, and the painful sting from his actions radiates through my head but I don’t care. I love it. I want more. I’m just getting into it when he hauls me up and throws me down on the seat. I land on my hands and knees and he jerks my hips up, shoving my dress around my shoulders.

Then he rips my panties aside and buries his face in my pussy, from behind.

Holy. Shit.

“Marcus,” I scream, jerking my hips, pushing my ass into his face and not caring.

His fingers bite into the skin at my hip as he roughly handles me, fucking me with his tongue, sucking my clit, torturing me. Then he releases my hip and slides a finger into my ass. I arch, screaming loudly as I come. Fuck, do I come.

“Motherfucker,” he breathes. “Sweet.”

Then I’m being swung around again, I’m over his lap and he’s thrusting deep inside me. He fucks me hard for five pumps, then he slides me off and demands, “Suck yourself off me. Taste it. Lick my cock.”

My God.

I drop to my knees again, my pussy pulsing, as I close my lips around his cock. I can taste myself in the dampness that is coating him and it’s hot. He growls, cupping my face and sliding my head up and down as I take him all in.

“I want your ass, Katia.”

Oh man.

“Tell me I can fuckin’ have it.”

“You can have it,” I whimper, licking his cock head.

He puts his hands under my arms and lifts me up, crushing his mouth down over mine as he kisses me deep. Then he places me back on my hands and knees, lowers his head and licks me...right there. Right on my ass. On a normal day I’d pull away, but right now I’m so high, so fucking drunk, I don’t care. He licks me until I’m bucking against him, then he’s there, right there, pressing against me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Mmmm.

He slides the tip in and I buck. Oh . . . oh fuck. That hurts, but I like it. My head is spinning and I’m wild, I can feel it with every inch of my body. I want it to hurt. I want the pain. I want to feel the burn.

“Fuck me, Marcus.”

“Fuck.”

He slips in further and I mewl loudly, clawing at the chair, thrashing my head from side to side.

Then he pushes in, hard and deep. I scream loudly, jerking, my body hitting maximum pain. I throw my head back and he captures my chin in his hand, leaning his body over mine. “Sweet Katia. Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes,” I scream.

“Say that again.”

“Yes, fuck me hard.”

He does. He rides my ass, his fingers still curled around my chin, his other hand on my hip, using it to work his thrusts. It hurts for the first five minutes, then his finger is on my clit, and suddenly it feels nicer—not great, but nicer.

“I’m going to come,” he bites out. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

“Come,” I plead, my nipples a hard peak.

He thrusts a few more times, and then he roars his release inside me. I whimper his name, still wound up, still seeking my own release. His cock pulses inside me, and he slowly slides out. Then he flips me over so quickly I barely have time to squeak his name. He spreads my legs wide and pushes two fingers into my pussy while his thumb works my clit.

I’m so swollen, so turned on.

His fingers work me, his brown eyes hold mine, and I come so fucking hard I swear, I swear I see stars. His name is a garbled mess as he slides his fingers in and out, pushing each pulse from my body. Then he removes them and flops down onto the chair. I sit up, head still spinning, body still alive, and crawl onto his lap.

I press my lips into his jaw and kiss him over and over. “I fucking love you, Marcus Tandem. I don’t care what happens in my life, as long as I have you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He flinches.

I don’t notice.

I don’t notice because the drugs get the better of me and I pass out cold.

CHAPTER 20

THEN

Katia

“How does it feel?” Candy squeals down the phone.

I giggle, crossing my legs and tugging my black dress down. “I got married in front of Elvis. It was wicked.”

She sighs. “If only it was the real Elvis.”

“Right?” I murmur. “That would have been hot. We could have had an Elvis threesome.”

“Not sure Marcus would be okay with that. By the way, why aren’t you fucking his brains out right now?”

“He’s gambling.” I laugh.

“On your wedding night,” she gasps. “How could he?”

I snort. “It wasn’t supposed to be our wedding night. We came to Vegas for work, one thing led to another, we had too many drinks and . . .”

“You got hitched in front of Elvis.”

“Precisely.” I grin. “Now he’s gambling, and I’m cool with that because I’m drunk and I got married to a fuckin’ gorgeous man.”

“You are lucky.” Candy sighs. “I never thought you’d marry him.”

“Katia.”

I turn to see Marcus exiting the room he was in. His face is light, his smile easy. He’s as drunk as I am. It’s the first time in nearly a year I’ve seen him smile true, right to his eyes. It’s like he’s won a major battle, or found something he lost and had been looking for. He looks divine. Beautiful. Carefree.