The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 44-2

The question comes out breathless, and his gaze drops briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. Then he leans in, slowly, deliberately. Giving me every chance to move, Every chance to stop him. Every

chance to choose.

“I’ll show you, baby.”

And just like that, I completely forget why we came here in the first place, and I shut my eyes as the wave of desire rises over me, inside me. It seems like no matter how many times Locke kisses me, touches me, fingers me, eats me out, fucks me, it’s never, ever enough.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Now, baby.”

I open my eyes. Locke threads his fingers through my hair, tugging just enough to tip my head back. Our eyes hold – silent, heated, loaded – and then he pulls me closer until our mouths meet.

It’s not gentle, it’s frantic, tongues tangling in a wet, desperate dance, my soft moans vibrating against his lips as he devours me. I feel the slick slide of his mouth, the way his teeth graze my lower lip in a sharp nip that sends fire straight to my cunt.

His hands roam up my stomach, under my sweater, nails scraping lightly over my breasts as he deepens the kiss, sucking on my tongue, claiming every inch of my mouth. The want and need are rising fast, and I push against his c**k, the friction building a feverish ache that makes my p***y moisten and open. I groan into his kisses, his one hand fisting in my hair to tilt my head back, exposing my throat for a trail of bites and sucks that leave me gasping.

Locke’s grip slides down my body, clamps around my waist and then spins me. My front hits the wall now, his body caging me in, all heat and muscle and that Jow growl vibrating against my ear, the one that I’m completely addicted to:

“This shoebox is big enough for us to do this,” he says, yanking my jeans and underwear down in one rough tug, fabric scraping my thighs, cool air hitting the slick heat between my legs. His fingers slide through my folds, finding me already dripping, and he chuckles darkly. “Fuck, Zara, this hot little p***y’s soaked for me.”

I whimper, and my back arches as he slips two fingers inside me. I send a silent thank you up to any deity that might be listening that me and Locke got tested together, and that I got a coil inserted. Now, we can fuck without condoms… and this will be the first time that we do that.

I can’t wait to take him bare, with nothing between us at all.

He frees his c**k in the next breath-thick, heavy, the blunt head already leaking – and lines up without ceremony, shoving inside me in one brutal thrust that knocks the breath from my lungs. My forehead presses to the plaster, palms flat against it as he rails me from behind, hips snapping hard enough that the slap of skin echoes through the empty apartment.

“That’s it, take every inch of me,” he growls, one hand fisting my hair to pull my head back while the other reaches around to pinch my clit. “Your cunt is so fucking greedy for me, baby.”

I moan, and push back against him, my p***y clenching around his massive c**k, feeling every vein drag along my walls, my thighs trembling as he fucks me deeper, harder, like he owns the space and me right

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along with it.

And the truth is… he does own me. Mind, body, and soul.

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