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We lock eyes and I watch as sweat drips down the side of his face. “That’s it, give me what you want,” he growls under his breath, as I lick his cheek. I slam into him over and over, until he arches his back and groans while I clench around his cock.

“Fuck, kitten, I’m…” His voice cracks while he shouts as I clasp my pussy lips together, and his eyes fly open, and he comes with my name on his lips. He reaches out and presses down hard on my clit, and I come too, screaming his name as I fall forward against his chest, the orgasm shaking my body. Catching my breath, I feel him kissing my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin.

“That was everything, kitten,” he purrs, his body shaking from silent laughter. “I especially liked it when you hit me,” he grunts, waggling his brows.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, staring into his dark eyes. “I have no idea where that came from.”

He grabs my chin and turns my face in his direction. His breath touches my parted lips and I sigh.

“What?” he frowns.

I run my fingers through his long hair and place my chin on his heart, staring into his eyes.

“This,” I tell him.

His brows draw together. “This stays between us, don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“I know.” I nod and press my lips to his, squealing when he turns me on my back and slides himself into me with ease.

“Mine, kitten,” he promises, slamming into me with one brutal thrust. “No one else, only me.”

TIME

Summer

I don’t know when I fell asleep. I remember holding her in my arms while I slowly drifted off. I smile, remembering what we did last night. Fuck, I only have her for another week. “You need to fucking eat, I ordered all this shit.” I point at the counter filled with stuff.

“I don’t want anything,” she says, all defiant, looking up from the sketchbook I got her. I like how her fingers are stained with blue and black paint.

“You should eat,” I grind out through my clenched teeth.

She crosses her arms and shakes her head.

“You haven’t eaten since last night, I can’t have you passing out on me while I…”

“While you what?” she demands. She raises one brow, and I love the disobedient streak in the kitten. I like how her claws come out. I like them better when they’re scraping down my back while I fuck her, or when she suffocates me with her cunt while she rides my face. I even liked it when we took a bath together and the water splashed everywhere while I fucked her from behind and she clutched on the edge of the tub.

“You promise to eat if I make you something?” I ask.

“What are you going to make me?” she beams, locking eyes with me and flashing me one of her beautiful smiles.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I run a hand through my hair and scratch the back of my head, looking at the ingredients on the counter. “I can make pasta.” I shrug. “That’s the only thing I can cook.”

“Deal,” she promises.

“Sit,” I order and point to the bar stool next to the kitchen island.

“You like to order people around, don’t you?”

I stare at her. “I do,” I say, cooking the pasta.

“What do you do exactly?” she asks, sounding genuinely interested. I stop chopping the onions and garlic and glare at her.

She holds up her hands. “You don’t have to tell me exactly what you do, I told you about what I do, now I want to hear about you.”

“Why?” I frown. I have no idea why she wants to know. What’s the point? I can’t tell her I figuratively bury people for a living as I take everything from them. We might have ventured into the charity area, but with our line of business the dark always calls. Fact is, there are a lot of people who need help.

“I came from nothing,” I tell her, not focusing my attention on her, but I feel her watching me.

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