Her body arched like a pagan sacrifice. Her chest rose and fell in harmonized spurts. Her sunset-colored locks danced along her collarbone. Her pink lips were parted, and I couldn’t hold back for another second.
Groaning, I shoved my boxer briefs down my hips, and dragged the head of my cock through her folds. She pawed at me, kissing my face, my chest, my neck, and any body part within striking distance.
With one hard thrust of my hips, I shoved inside her. She was warm, wet, and perfect for me. I stalled momentarily to commit the feeling to memory, and her head drooped like it was too much work to keep it aloft. The tail of my tie drifted over her shoulder, dangling like a pendulum of a grandfather clock.
I pulled her forehead flush against mine, rocking against her. The urgency inside my chest swelled, crawling up my throat. I needed to be deeper, claiming everything she’d give me and more.
My heart thundered as I moved faster and harder inside of her like this moment was all we’d ever have. Like someone could snatch her away any second and I’d be left with nothing except regrets and memories.
Every time I thrust, she arched her pelvis to meet me. The dresser pounded against the drywall.
My lungs strained, my thighs burned, and sweat trickled down my back.
Little whimpers and mewls hummed low in her throat, and I leaned forward confiscating them with my mouth, not wanting any part of her to go unsampled. Pleasure built inside of me, hijacking my body and my thoughts.
Her mouth parted, her thighs trembled, and she clenched around me so tight I thought I’d found heaven.
Our actions choreographed, our heartbeats synchronized, and her body bowed and shuddered against mine. When the last twinge of pleasure rippled through her, Evie dropped her head to my shoulder, and I let go. Silence punctuated by our quickened breaths filled the air.
After a few beats, I removed the blindfold from her eyes, still deep inside of her. Her eyes fluttered, blinking away the darkness, and adjusting to the weak lighting of the room. Her hair was tangled, her eyes were glazed, her lips were bee-stung. I’d never seen anyone look more beautiful in my life. Possessiveness coiled around me like a snake, and I struggled to suck in a breath.
“You’re mine. Not your ex’s or any other man’s. Do you understand?” I choked out, too many emotions to name swelling inside of me.
She trailed her fingers down my chest. “And that makes you mine.”
I didn’t object, because it was true. She owned me. “You’re not meeting your ex tomorrow.”
“I know. I’ll text him tomorr—”
“It’s no longer your concern.” I scraped the hair away from her face so I could absorb every detail. “I’ll talk to him.”
Her breath hitched.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re not going to hurt him or…?”
“Or what?”
“Do what guys like you do when you want someone to disappear.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Guys like me?”
“I know that you’re involved—”
I covered her mouth. “Don’t say it, Evie. The less you know for sure, the better.”
She nodded, and I dropped my hand.
“Answer one question.”
I groaned. “What do you want to know?”
“Why did you choose this life?”
Shit. I didn’t want to go there with Evie. “Honestly, I’ve never given it much thought. It’s in my blood. My dad, my uncle, my grandfather. No one escapes it, and honestly, I didn’t want to.”
Her brows pinched together, and twin lines dented the skin over the bridge of her nose. “Why not?”
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Try.”
Groaning inwardly, I scrambled for and explanation an outsider would understand. “When I was a kid, my dad’s power mesmerized me. He could double or triple park his car, and nobody would do anything. People gave our family shit for free. We were treated like royalty everywhere we went. I didn’t see the ugly side until much later, and by then, it was too late. Once you’re in, you’re in for life. Death is the only way out.”
She opened her mouth, and I pressed a finger to her lips. “That’s all you need to know. Okay?”
“Okay.” She swallowed. “So what are you going to do to Kevin?”
“I’m going to talk to him until he understands my point of view.”
“That’s it?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t need to worry about it. He’s not going to disappear.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
Evangeline
Ring.
I flipped over my phone, and a thread of panic wove through my gut. It was my mom, and other than Kevin, she was the last person I wanted to talk to right now. I’d successfully avoided her since I moved in with Gian, but she wouldn’t let it continue much longer.