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My eyes were still following him down the corridor as the man I was devoted to swept me up into his arms and held me tight.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, sweetheart,” he said.
It took every scrap of energy I had left to nod at him with a smile.Chapter Twenty-NineBrandonThe truth is the truth. Always. It doesn’t matter how deeply it’s buried, or how averse you are to accepting your lot on your road through life, it is what it is.
My advice?
You’d do best to uncover what you can and stand as tall as it’s possible to be standing. That’s real strength. Real power. Power in the face of absolute truth.
That’s what I told myself in the aftermath. I also told myself that Eric and I were about to start a new journey. A much more constructive one. One we should have been on a long time before.
And so was the beautiful Paige Emmerson.
My beautiful Paige Emmerson.
She was worth everything. Every chase, every question, every risk. She was worth the late nights spent going crazy. The brutal confrontations with such fucking pain from such old parts of life.
She’d be worth whatever was brewing for the rest of this lifetime and more. No matter what, she’d be worth it.
The gorgeous girl shifted under the covers to the side of me, stretching out her arms above her head as she gave an early morning yawn and flicked her eyes open.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I said, and offered a smile.
The smile that greeted me back spoke volumes. She wriggled closer, her body pressing tight to mine as the alarm from her mobile phone started sounding on the dresser.
“Urgh, Monday lectures…” she grumbled, and I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Meeting Carolyn for donuts on campus after though. She’s got some good news about Rebecca. Something about them going away travelling through the summer. She can’t wait to tell me.”
“Bring one of the donuts home for me,” I said and she nodded.
“What flavour?”
I smoothed the floaty elfin strands of hair back from her cheek. “Surprise me. You’re always such a good girl. I trust your judgement.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
And that’s when her eyes twinkled. That naughty glitter of mischief that had my cock pulsing hard under the bedcovers.
She knew it. Felt it. Wanted it as much as I did as she spread those gorgeous legs of hers and rolled onto her back with her face tipped to the ceiling.
“Stop that bastard alarm,” I hissed, and she nodded, reaching out a hand to silence the app bleating out.
I never thought in a million years this country fucking pad down south would feel like home. The manor only a few minutes’ drive from the university campus Paige was committed to. The study place of hers I’d safeguarded by firing off a string of random emails from my mobile, just to see her still enrolled as a student. The place we’d fallen into each other and twisted each other’s guts up until we were one. Truly one.
Her clothes were hanging along with mine, packed up nicely from her dormitory. Her sister’s room was being decorated out down the corridor ready for when she was released from rehab. Which would be soon. Surprisingly soon if the experts on site were right. But that didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered but going through the days with my beautiful girl and enjoying the very heart of them one by one.
I knew Paige wanted more than a regular morning orgasm as she wriggled underneath me, eyes open wide.
“We going to use the dungeon again at any point soon?” she asked, and her voice was dripping with that glorious lust I’d coaxed from her in the first fucking place.
Dirty girl.
She really was such a fucking dirty girl.
I gave her a smirk before wrestling her wrists up to the headboard and pinning her hard.
“We’ll be in the fucking dungeon whenever I fucking say we will,” I growled, and nipped her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed as I lowered my bite to her nipple, and there was humour dripping loud. Humour craving. Wanting. Living.
Because she was alive. We both were. We were both newly alive with the whole world stretching out in front of us.
And it was seriously fucking delicious.
Just like the sweet little pussy of hers waiting for my tongue. I spread that gorgeous cunt like the possessed man she’d snared in me, lapping at that swollen little bud of hers just fast enough to hear her whimper. Sucking until her thighs gripped my face. Nipping until she squeaked.
“Please…” she said, and arched her back for more.
“Please what?” I pushed, and my voice was hard again, dripping with every bit of the power she’d been compelled by from day one.
“Please, master,” she finished, and we both felt it. “Please, master, take me.”
And so I fucking did.
