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“I don’t know what to say.” Her eyes were red-rimmed and glossy. The emotion she felt was just as strong as the ones I felt. It was humbling, real and raw, but I was finally experiencing what I’d seen countless times all around me.
“Don’t say anything yet. Just listen.” I took a breath in, wanting another scotch, because I was anxious as hell. “I can’t promise I won’t irritate you, hell, even piss you off to the point you want to throw and break shit.” She laughed softly at my nervous humor. “I know I’m a difficult man at the best of times. My upbringing ensured I was hardened against the world. Success was all I was taught. Until now. Now, I look into your eyes and see a future. My future. If you’ll give me that chance to show you how happy I can make you.”
My heart was racing as I continued, “So, you can say no. You can tell me to leave you alone. But I’m not ashamed to admit I can’t let you go, Pyper. I won’t. Not when I’ve had a taste of what true happiness feels like.”
The silence stretched out, and when her lips parted, I was too fucking afraid of what she’d say in response. I kissed her like it was the last time… like it was the first time. I devoured her mouth in a silent oath that I was never letting her go.
“Okay,” she murmured against me. “Okay, let’s do this. I want to see where this goes, Anthony.”
I grinned against her lips and kissed her harder.
I wanted to tell her I loved her so damn badly, but hell, those three words scared the fuck out of me, so I knew how they’d make her feel. So I kept that to myself, just for now.
When those words were said, I wanted to make sure she’d say them back. And she would.
Because I wasn’t going anywhere. And I was going to make damn sure she wasn’t either.
She was mine.
EPILOGUE
PYPER
Six months later
It was the feel of a tongue running up and down my spine that roused me. I blinked lazily and stared at the window. The blinds were open enough the early-morning light was just barely peeking through and washing across the room in dusky hues of rose and orange.
I didn’t move, didn’t say anything, as I realized it wasn’t actually the tongue on my back that woke me, but the two fingers slowly, lazily pumping inside my pussy.
“Spread wider for me, baby doll.” His voice was husky, and it reminded me of the first time I was with him when he’d been drinking whiskey.
That first night together played through my mind. He sounded the same way. Eager. Needy for me, even while he was commanding.
I still said nothing, didn’t move or obey. Anthony gave a low growl and slid his hand along my hip to grip my waist, squeezing gently before moving down to my knee. He curled his fingers around me and lifted my leg, draping it over his thigh as he continued to finger-fuck my pussy.
I was wet, the sloppy sounds of my arousal filling the room and mixing with his heavier breathing. But he didn’t keep his fingers lodged in me for very long. Anthony pulled them out, and I could smell my pussy cream on the digits as he brought them to my face and smoothed the pads along my lips.
And still, I was silent and unmoving.
I knew he got off on this… playing with me while I pretended to sleep. Toying with my pliant body any way he saw fit.
“Does my baby girl want to play games?” It wasn’t really a question, and certainly not one he wanted answered. “I’ve been dying to lick your asshole, to just run my tongue over that tight, perfect hole right before I fuck you.”
I couldn’t stop the moan when he moved down the bed, gripped my ass cheeks with his big palms, and spread them. He rolled me over onto my belly, slid one palm underneath me, pressing it right up against my belly, and popped my ass up.
And then he gripped my ass cheeks once more, knowing I’d stay exactly where he wanted me to, and proceeded to blow warm air across my asshole.
“Will you be Daddy’s good girl and let me eat this ass before I fuck it?”
A moan slipped through my parted lips, muffled by the pillow beneath my face. His breath was warm, his tongue smooth as he licked each cheek, moving closer and closer until he was finally dragging that muscle across my puckered hole.
I’d never thought something could feel so good—a forbidden, almost taboo act that made my pussy wet and my inner muscles clench.
I wanted Anthony to fuck me so badly, to rub my clit as he pushed all those inches inside me, making me take his big, fat cock.
He was groaning behind me as he pulled back and spit on that tight hole, lubing it up just so he could drag his tongue back over it and then pushed inside.
The act felt so wrong, kind of dirty in the best way.
