Brianna (Shadow Wolves MC Book 2)

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by Daniela Jackson


  “I hate you. I hate you so much that I want to kill you.”

  “At the moment I hate you as much as you hate me.” It just pours out of me.

  The moment I finish the sentence I regret saying it.

  Brianna starts weeping and I feel like my heart has been stabbed with a thousand knives. I draw her closer to me, holding her like she’s my treasure. Because she is my treasure and much more. She is my queen, my woman I chose for life.

  We enter the house and I put her in the chair at the kitchen table.

  “Do you like children, Brianna?”

  “Yes.”

  “How many children do you want to have?”

  “Is it a test or something?” She sends me a glance of pity.

  “Just answer me.”

  “Two or three.” She tilts her head and her face softens for an instant.

  It’s the face of a woman who was born to be a mother.

  “I want four,” I say.

  “Well, with a helpful grandmother it wouldn’t be any challenge for us.”

  “You see, sweetheart, we have a lot in common.”

  “Bullshit.”

  I erupt into laughter. I just can’t help it.

  Jax and Athena join us and I start tidying up the table. Athena’s eyes flick over Brianna’s and my feet; we exchange glances and she nods at me. She moves to the cupboard and pulls the drawer, taking out a syringe and hiding it in her hand. Brianna is so occupied with sawing the chain that she doesn’t notice Athena approach her and jab her arm.

  Chapter 12

  Brianna

  A thick grey fog surrounds me. I blink a few times in a row. Nausea hits me in waves. I’m weightless like I’m drifting on the surface of a sea. Zane’s voice soothes me, but I can’t discern the words. A warm hand strokes my hair. A wet kiss tickles my neck. A hot breath puffs into my ear.

  “Brianna, wake up, sweetheart. We’re home.”

  I will kill him. I swear I will kill him at the earliest opportunity.

  “Fuck off,” I murmur and close my eyes.

  A hot mouth covers mine for a few seconds as the woody scent of cologne sends a tingle across my skin.

  “Wake up, darling, I made dinner.” Zane’s voice irritates my brain as though a big fly is sitting on it. Fingers stroke my cheek up and down. “Brianna, open your eyes.”

  “I prefer to starve.” I open my eyes and fix them onto the ceiling that spins like a whirl of pale green and grey colours.

  My upper body drifts up, supported by strong muscular arms. An unpleasant clinking sound hits my ears as my back rests against a warm naked chest. A pleasantly muscular naked chest.

  “I will kill you, you fucking dick,” I say as my eyes scan my naked body and travel to my feet. A few dressing strips cover them.

  I’m not angry in fact. Zane hates me. This thought fills me such sadness that my goals turn into fading memories.

  I thought he’d fallen in love with me.

  I thought he desired me. The whole of me.

  I thought he was happy with me.

  “I prepared a bath for us. Behave, Brianna.”

  “Fuck off, I mean it. There’s no fucking way I’m going to have a bath with you.”

  “Why are you so stubborn?”

  I growl in frustration. “I’m furious not stubborn.”

  “Furious? You’re so much in need for a good fuck that you’d cum the moment I slid a finger into you. You are not furious. You need a good fuck, woman. To relieve your anxiety.”

  Fucking hell. My tummy pulsates with such need that my thighs quiver. “Fuck off, your psychopath. Do you think every woman of the world only dreams of spreading their legs for you?”

  “I think you’re definitely dreaming of spreading your legs for me.”

  His comment sends a wave of heat into my veins. I feel myself getting wet between my thighs to the point where my arousal leaks from my pussy, but I take a sharp breath and decide to ignore it. And Zane by the way.

  Zane moves towards the edge of a vintage oak bed and scoops me up in his arms. My God, it feels so wonderful. I manage a small groan as his hard cock touches the side of my ass. My pussy clenches as though I already have him inside. Fucking hell. Why is it so difficult? So ridiculously absurd?

  We enter a spacious bathroom furnished in a Victorian style. The black tiling and antique units give a subtle gothic feel to the interior. Steam rises from a bathtub, circling around me. Sweat pricks my skin.

  Zane kisses my forehead then steps into the bathtub and lowers as we immerse ourselves into the water scented with lilies. Heat seizes my skin, almost burning me, as the sweat trickles down my temples in thin streams and a fat drop hangs on the tip of my nose. My back rests against Zane’s chest as his folded legs guard me at either side of my body. I want to escape from him. Yet at the same time, I want this bath to last forever. Zane’s palms stroke my breasts and he holds them like he’s weighing my tits. Grunting, he places an open mouth kiss on my neck then hands me a toothbrush and grabs his own. We brush our teeth.

  “Don’t touch me,” I hiss as I spit out the toothpaste.

  My muscles are still spongy and I have very little control over my limbs.

  Zane’s arm crosses over my chest and he holds my chin, turning my face to his. “We are home at last. You are my wife so start behaving like one at last.” There is no anger in his voice just an eerie cold calm.

  He presses his lips against mine as a delirious fever surges through me. His mouth tastes of mint and grass and wind. Of freedom and wildness.

  “I don’t want,” I squeak.

  “Don’t lie to me, Brianna.”

  “Alright,” I bark. “I want but I can’t.”

  “Good. Now listen to me. There are rules you have to obey.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Zane looks at me with fierce eyes as his palm rests against my cheek. “You are allowed to use the bathroom on your own otherwise you are all the time with me. Capito?” His forefinger trails a circle around my nipple, making it erect. “If I only see that you’re plotting something I’ll smack your ass. You won’t sit on that ass for a week.”

  Fucking hell, he sounds serious.

  Zane squeezes my breast and pinches my nipple. The pain forces a groan from my mouth as my back arches against his chest. My pussy throbs. Zane pinches both my nipples and my folded legs spread, knees resting against the inside of the bathtub. I’m an aroused mess. Nothing more. Zane slides forward, enclosing me in his arms, and we sink below the water surface. A loud splashing sound whips my ears.

  I jerk my chest up, wiping the moisture away from my face and turning to him. “You are really pissed off with me, huh?”

  Zane wipes his face. “I love you, Brianna, and you just make everything so difficult.”

  My heart stops beating as I pull myself up and step out of the bathtub, reaching up for the towel hanging on the ornate hook. “Don’t do this to me, Zane, please.”

  He said that out loud, ruined the wall I built around my mind. Destroyed my plans, goals, my life with just one sentence.

  “You’re my wife.” He splashes his face with water and rises to his feet.

  My eyes travel to his hard cock and I turn around, wrapping myself in the towel and sweeping my drenched hair away from my face.

  “We’ve been apart for almost eight months,” I say bitterly. “I’m sure you found someone to entertain you.” My breath stops in my throat as something cold and slimy muffles my heart and squeezes it.

  I am jealous. More than that. I would kill every woman if they dared touch Zane.

  Zane’s arms wrap around me from behind. “I haven’t fucked any woman since I met you. I haven’t flirted with any woman apart from Sive and my mother. My father strayed and I promised myself that I wouldn’t be like him.”

  “Do you want to know whether I cheated on you or not?”

  “I don’t want to know.” His voice has a crack. “It doesn’t matter now.”

  �
�I didn’t, Zane. I couldn’t. I loved you the moment I saw you. It’s just—“

  “Fucked up?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Let’s eat something.”

  “What about the chain?”

  Zane chuckles. “It will stay on for a while.”

  “Really?”

  Zane grabs my wrist and pulls me behind him. We walk out of the bathroom, move along a narrow corridor decorated with our wedding photos and then enter a square kitchen resembling those in the 19th century English cottages. A homey atmosphere engulfs me like a warm blanket.

  Emotions tumble in my chest. The apartment is beautiful.

  “Do you like it here?” Zane asks.

  “I’m really impressed.”

  “Only two bedrooms, but—“

  “That’s enough. I really like it here.”

  Zane takes the lid off a three-compartment warming tray and the smell of food teases my nostrils. I can distinguish red pepper, onion, and chicken.

  “I’m hungry,” I say, grabbing a fork.

  “Me too,” Zane says and tears the fork away from my hand.

  He sits in the chair and pulls me to him, tumbling my body on his lap so my chest rests against his thighs, my head hanging in the air, my palms and feet touching the floor.

  “Zane,” I squeak as he pulls my towel up and immobilises me with his arm.

  He massages my ass cheek with his palm then smacks it. My breath stops in my throat at the stinging pain. He smacks me again harder. Burning pain seizes my ass as tears prick my eyes.

  “You said,” I cry out. “You said—“

  “It’s just prevention.”

  Zane

  My wife wolfs down the food from her plate as I watch her. It seems like the drug in her body has worn off and her cheeks are painted with a delicate pink. She sips her orange juice then turns her face to mine.

  “It’s not bad, isn’t it, Brianna?”

  “Well, travelling by a fishing vessel when you’re half asleep is kind of unpleasant. But I guess it was more unpleasant for Athena, Jax and you. I slept for the majority of the time.”

  “Athena did a good job with you.”

  “She wanted to kill me, but I forgive her. Anyway it seems like you were very determined to find me and bring me here.” She sighs like she’s very tired. “Now what? Are we going to visit your parents or something?”

  “Later.” I pat my thigh with my palm.

  We’re still wrapped in the towels so I remove mine and toss it onto the floor.

  Brianna shakes her head and stares at her plate, her face red, fingers trembling.

  I can’t wait any longer. It’s time to punish my wife and fuck that disobedient attitude of hers out of her mind forever.

  My arm shoots towards her and I clutch her arm, tugging her onto my lap. She straddles my thigh with her back moulding to my chest as I tear the towel off her. The arousal leaking from her hot pussy moistens my skin and makes my mind cloud with euphoria. Makes me nothing more than a hungry animal. I want to smell and taste my wife’s wet pussy.

  I hold her chin, crushing her lips with mine, as my fingers pinch her nipple. It forces a whimper from her mouth.

  I’m not going to be gentle with her.

  I’ve always been gentle with my women, but Brianna has awakened something dark inside me. I will mark her with my teeth. I will fuck her so rough that she’ll scream. I will have her in every way. Hard. Fast. Without mercy.

  My tongue parts her lips and I explore her mouth fiercely. Her fingers dig into my forearm and she groans into my mouth.

  I wind her hair around my fist and pull it down, exposing her throat. Brianna cries out as I plant a kiss below her chin and my other arm sweeps across the table. The plates shatter against the floor and the sound of the glass breaking travels in the air.

  I grip her hip and tumble her onto the table with her back against the top. My mouth covers hers and I bite her lower lip. The metallic taste of her blood pricks my tongue. And I love it. My mouth moves down, leaving a scarlet smudge behind, and I kiss Brianna’s breast. Her body shivers beneath mine as her fingers tangle with my hair. I draw her breast deeper into my mouth and bite on her nipple. Brianna digs her fingers into the back of my neck, moaning softly. My hand slides down her stomach to her mound. I chuckle, stroking her untidy hair there. Her legs need a bit of shaving too, but I don’t mind. She is perfection to me even with her slightly rough calves. I run my fingers up and down her wet slit then slip one into her pussy. Brianna wiggles against me so I pin her down to the table with my weight.

  “I’m not on the pill, Zane.”

  “You’re not allowed to be on the pill.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me, woman. You’re not allowed to be on the pill until we produce four kids.”

  “No problem. You will look after those kids. I can bear them for you, but you will look after them.”

  “I will, no worries.”

  I insert my two fingers into her pussy and her face sharpens, but her hips move towards my hand. I work her gently. She gazes at me with insane eyes, her cheeks pink, her lips seductively parted. Her breath ragged. I watch her face as I gently push three fingers into her. Her eyes flutter and she takes a deep breath. I rub her clitoris with my thumb as my mouth seeks hers. Her folded legs spread wider as I fuck her harder with my fingers. Her back arches and I feel her muscles strain then her body trembles as a loud moan leaves her mouth and her pussy contracts around my fingers.

  I push her folded knees to her chest and look at her glistening little pussy. My mouth sinks between her folds. Her smell and taste invade my whole being like a sweet intoxication. I run my tongue up and down her slit then dip it into her pussy. Her thighs quiver and a moan escapes her mouth. My wife tastes and smells just right. She’s my wife, after all.

  My mouth worships her pussy then I straighten and tumble her so her chest rests against the table and her feet touch the floor. My hand spreads her thighs and I hold my cock, guiding it into her pussy. I enter her in one firm thrust. Her pussy clamps around me, a hot heaven. Then I pound into her. I just want to fuck the eight months of our separation out of my mind entirely. Brianna’s body rocks against the table as I fuck her relentlessly. She whimpers with each thrust but it only makes me more insane.

  So many restless nights. So much of the fear whether she was dead or alive. So much yearning.

  My mind fills with a dense dark desire. I’m a basic instinct. I’m focussed on one need—to take what is mine. And this pussy is mine.

  My hands grip Brianna’s hips as I fuck her deeper and deeper, faster and faster, impaling her, punishing her, wrecking her. Her whimpers become hoarse, but I don’t stop. My desperation, anger and fear about Brianna fuse, blending with my desire and turn into something primal, mystical and powerful. She cries out her satisfaction, shakes, as my whole being ascends higher and higher until a wave of liberating heat carries me to my ultimate ecstasy and I empty myself into her pussy. Blackness obscures my eyes. Then I wrench in my pleasure with three more thrusts and collapse on Brianna.

  I’ve never cummed so hard. But again, I’ve never been so mad about any other woman like I’m mad about Brianna.

  She owns me.

  I’m not going to enlighten her on this though.

  Chapter 13

  Brianna

  My lower lip is swollen a bit and painful as though a bee has stung me. My elbows are bruised. My pussy is sore. I can’t move, but I’m sated like never before. Thinking about what Zane did to me makes arousal to leak from my pussy again.

  We’ve just had a short nap and a meal in our bed and Zane runs his knuckles down my face.

  I don’t protest when he cuffs both my wrists and winds the chain around the headboard. It’s like I’m a spectator watching a naughty movie. An intrigued spectator. I realise that I’m not ashamed of my nakedness anymore. I want to be indecent for my husband.

  “I haven’t finished yet,” Zane says i
nto my ear and pulls my hips so I lie on my back with my legs folded.

  His hot lips brush my collarbone then move down to my breast. His tongue trails circles around my nipple then he draws my bud into his mouth. My body shivers in anticipation. Zane crawls on top of me. His hard cock throbs against my entrance.

  “Zane,” I murmur as he slips a finger into my pussy then pulls it out and inserts it into my mouth.

  I taste myself as my lips wrap around his digit. It turns me on even more. Zane’s mouth covers mine and he thrusts his tongue in, pulling out his finger.

  We kiss passionately, our tongues stroking one another, dancing, mating. I feel tension building in my core rapidly again.

  “You see, Brianna, it’s not that bad.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  Zane drives his cock into my pussy, filling me entirely in one thrust. Pain and pleasure mix in my tummy. His cock was created for my pussy. He fits just right inside me.

  I feel a finger running up and down my ass crack.

  Zane kisses me deeper, almost brutally, as his finger slides into my tight hole up to the knuckle.

  I squirm beneath him at the stinging sensation from my other opening, moaning my protest into his mouth.

  “You are not allowed to protest, Brianna.”

  “I’ve never—“

  “You are not allowed to say anything other than ‘fuck me harder’.”

  Our gazes meet. His eyes are blazing as though I’m looking into the deepest abyss of hell then his finger goes deeper into my tight hole. It causes me more of this stinging sensation, makes me feel uncomfortable and exposed like never before. Makes me feel aroused like never before.

  Zane moves his hips against mine and his cock strokes me just in the right point.

  My body shivers as a moan escapes my mouth at the dirty combination of his shaft and finger inside me.

  Zane moves his finger in circles, stretching my tight hole, as I become pure desire and pure anticipation. There is no me. There is my wild need to be punished. My arms jerk up as the chain scrunches and clinks, blocking my wrists. My husband dips a finger in my juices then slides two fingers into my tight opening and watches me with dark curiosity.

 

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