Free Fractured (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 3) by Samantha Harrington Page B

headboard, getting ready to give him his feed and I can’t believe I am going to get to see my wife feed our child. I watch in awe as I hear the little sucking noises that come from Charlie when he has latched on to his mum. The way her face lights up when she nestles in with him, having that special time with him, you can see the pain deep in her eyes, that she is only getting to enjoy this with one son and not the other.
    I head to the bathroom in need of a shower; I want to wash the grime of the long drive home off me. I run the shower stripping down to nothing and waiting for the water to heat so I can step inside. I step under the hot spray and lean my head down, letting the water cascade down my back and over my arse. I know it’s her when I hear the door softly close, I hear the shedding of her shoes and the disrobing of her clothes. The pull of the shower door as the cold air hits my skin sends goosebumps over my skin. I don’t turn around as I speak.
    “What’s the matter, Camilla?” I ask her, already knowing the answer as she steps closer to me, wrapping her arms around my stomach. I clench at the feel of her arms around me.
    “I need you, Malc,” she says. I close my eyes at her words, knowing it is her way, that she wants a fuck, she does not want me to make love to her. She wants me to fuck her and show her what she needs to ease the pain. It’s her way of coping and I know I shouldn’t but I don’t want her pulling away from me again, running back to Scotland at the first hurdle. So I reside myself to my fate because right now I am going to show her what months of pent up emotion will do to a man.
    I spin around and grasp her face in my hands, slamming my mouth down on hers. I give her no time to form a protest as I capture her mouth, taking it for my own. She gasps when my teeth nip at her bottom lip and when she opens for me I don’t hesitate, I push my tongue past her lips and entwine it with hers. The sweet taste of candy assaults my senses and I lose it. Gripping her thighs in my hands I turn her, slamming her against the shower wall. “Is this what you want, baby?” I ask, not really giving two shits about a reply.
    “Yes,” she breathes, as I nip all the way down her neck to her chest, leaving little bites all over her tits. God, they are fucking beautiful tits, I want to mark them permanently. If I could get my name tattooed on each one, I would. My dick is rock hard straining to find it’s release. “Please, Malc, fuck me.” I don’t care that I should have said no, told her I was not doing this anymore, I am too far gone now. I thrust upwards finding her pussy with ease and thrusting in to the hilt. A small yelp leaves her throat as my piercing finds her g-spot, her walls clench around me as I pull back trying to keep myself inside. I thrust back in hard, pushing her up the wall of the shower. Knowing I won’t last much longer I take her weight on my thighs and one arm, bringing the other to her clit. I rub it gently at first but as my thrusts get faster and deeper I begin to rub harder.
    I slam back inside of her, spurred on by her moans of pleasure. I can feel the pressure in my balls as they draw up tight ready for release, I know she is nearly there; I can feel it in her breathing and the tension in her muscles. Bending my head to her neck I continue to pump harder and faster inside of her, drawing out her orgasm. I lift my head slightly and sink my teeth into the side of her neck, I feel her tighten around me, screaming out my name as she falls off the cliff. I quickly follow in my release, coating her insides. I pull out and place her feet back on the shower floor. Turning away from her I quickly wash and get out leaving her still stood there.
    I ignore her calls, dry myself and get into bed, lying on my side and trying to hide the tear that slips free. I may have given her what she needs, but now I feel shit, what’s that saying, ‘damned if you do, damned if you