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Micah
IT TAKES SOME TIME before Eva gets me to explain what I meant by that.
I didn’t want to die before I made you mine for real.
Because that is what I said.
But I only tell her days later, as we lie in her bed, naked and covered in sweat, bliss coursing through our veins.
“I thought I’d die while taking down Romano and the Morningstars,” I tell her, running my fingers through her hair. The strands slip like silk between them. “I’d already had my will drafted, and it stipulated that you be treated as my wife when I’m gone. I wanted you to inherit all my money, and my power, and my influence. My lawyer would have given you the ring, and you would have been required to wear it all your life.”
“Silly man,” she tries to joke, but her voice is guttural with the tears she tries to hold back. “Don’t you know that my life wouldn’t make any sense without you?” She takes my hand and places it on her chest. “My heart beats for you. Every breath that I take is full of you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t even want to imagine what I would have done if you’d died. I’d probably have followed you.”
“Goldie would have kept you going. And hell knows that I craved nothing more than for you to long for me after I’m gone, but the more I thought about it, the less I could put up with the idea. That’s not what I wanted for you. I wanted you to feel joy. As a ghost, I wanted to watch you laugh happily in the sun.”
Eva sighs, and I don’t even try to resist the urge of diving into a long, deep kiss that I know will end up with my pierced cock deep inside her pussy for the third time this morning. I’m insatiable for this woman. I’d probably still crave her from beyond the grave.
To my surprise, she leans back, away from my kiss. It gives me pause. But then she starts planting soft kisses along my jaw, down my neck and my chest, her hands sliding to the sides of my body as if her very skin is trying to merge with mine. I’m rock hard by the time her head disappears under the duvet and her mouth slides down my cock, all the way down to my balls. She pulls back and sucks hard, making my hips buck off the mattress and my hands grip her hair.
“Fuck, woman,” I growl, and she goes harder, swallowing my dick to the root, which is an impressive feat because I’m big as fuck. It’s incredible what she can do with that small mouth when she’s feeling lustful. I promise myself that I’m going to test how well she’s ready to milk me with her ass too, but only after my mouth has had its way with that voracious pussy of hers.
I fist my hands in her hair and pound her mouth like it belongs to me, but I growl in frustration as I release myself down her throat because I need so much more than that. I need to have her soul. I need the whole world to acknowledge us. Not even hauling her on her back and burying my head between her legs, licking her pussy furiously, manages to soothe that feeling.
Which is why, minutes later as we lay panting on the bed, I pick up the phone from the nightstand and call my brother. Eva’s eyebrows rise.
“Really?” she demands, sweat glistening on her ivory neck. “I thought we had something wonderful here, and the first thing you do is pick up your phone?”
“We do have something wonderful, which is why I’m doing this.” I plant a peck on her lips right before Sade takes the call.
“Thank fuck,” he grunts. “I’ve been trying to reach you for fucking days.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“No one gets that kind of busy better than me, but this is fucking important.”
“There’s nothing you can’t handle, bro. I trust you like that.” I turn a silky strand of Eva’s hair between my fingers. “And if you’ve been trying to reach me about Mother—”
“It isn’t about Mother. And she’s fine, slowly regaining bits and pieces of herself, thank you very much for asking.” He pauses, and when he speaks again, danger leaks out of the device I’m holding to my ear. “The Elders want to speak to you about Eva.”
Of course. They want me to give her up. But either I live with Eva Brannan, or I die without her.
“The very reason I’m calling,” I say, my jaw clenched. “We’ll be there in an hour.”
“We? Micah—”
But I’ve already killed the call.
***
Micah
OF COURSE IT’S THE grand mansion of Lady Ophelia Scarlatt that we’ve been summoned to. Eva trembles in front of the looming building that resembles a medieval castle, complete with a garden of dark, wintry trees and a snaking gravel path that leads to the main entrance. She squeezes my hand so hard she’s white-knuckling it, even though she clearly doesn’t realize it, taken as she is with the sight.
“Don’t be afraid,” I tell her softly. “I have a plan.” I kiss her temple and whisper in her ear, “Do you trust me?”
Her mesmerizing blue eyes find mine. “With my life.”
Smiling, I lead us to the entrance. My smile doesn’t falter even as we step into the grand hall and the butler shows us to a majestic, if rather dark, living room. Usually, the Elders have us wait if only to prove their superiority. But not today. Today, Lady Ophelia Scarlatt and Sir Osvaldo Albini are already standing by a round table near the arched window, only faint light filtering in through the stained glass.
