I did as I was told, bracing myself for the fucking that would follow. His hips were a beast as they took me. He slammed like the monster of a man I loved. I was grateful when he took his hand from my mouth and slipped it down to my clit. He found it in a heartbeat and circled in a perfect rhythm, knowing my body even better than I did.

“I’m going to put another baby inside you nice and soon,” he said. “But not tonight. Tonight it’s all about your beautiful asshole.”

God, words like that set me on fire. I wanted him to make me pregnant again. I wanted to feel his baby grow in my belly.

We were caught in the moment, not holding back despite hearing people milling around outside the bathroom. I didn’t care who heard the whispers or the grunts, or who knew it was my husband pounding me above the toilet. They’d be insane to challenge us. We were gods on the mountain of Olympus.

“Jesus Christ, you’re such a good slut,” Lucian snarled, and I adored the praise.

“Harder, please,” I whispered, and he gave it harder, slamming me with all of his might. Jesus, I’d be hurting for days.

“I love it when you make me come,” he said, and I glowed again at the praise. He fulfilled so much I’d dreamed of. Being good enough. Being wanted. Being loved and protected and adored.

I knew he was close, but he got me there first. My clit sparked and sent me over the edge. The waves rushed through me and I tipped my head back, closing my eyes. Grunts and whimpers and thrusts and shudders.

“Good girl,” he said, and I felt like one. I was his good girl.

The sensations were still roaring in me when he neared his peak. He was rampant, pounding me like a savage.

“Fuck, yes…” he said, and he was ready. Yes, he was ready.

Until the noise of my cell sounded out from my clutch on the floor.

Surely not. No. It couldn’t be.

He paused, gasping, feeling the fear too.

I couldn’t make it to my cell in time before his sounded out to match.

His cock was still in my ass as he took it from his pocket. I turned my head as far as I could, far enough to see the worry in his eyes.

I was too breathless to make a sound as he pulled himself from me, my dress dropping back down my thighs.

“Ella?”

I couldn’t hear the other side of the call, but I didn’t need to. He pulled up his zipper and gestured to my clutch on the floor and I knew it. We were leaving.

“We’ll be there soon. Call in extra security.” His face was ashen when he put his cell back in his pocket.