Page 75 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

I don’t know what to say.

“He lived.He recovered.”

“And… they let you out of jail?”

“Yeah, they did.But not because I was innocent.”

Special K pulls my arms tighter to his chest.I think he prefers not facing me as he tells me the rest.He’s ashamed.Regretful.But I can already see the truth—that no matter what he did, his intentions were honorable.

But, like he said, he snapped.

He tells me the rest.I listen without saying a word.I barely breathe.I stay as still as I can, my arms and legs holding him in place and my cheek pressed to his back.The deep vibration of his words run through my body.

Special K speaks slowly, laying all the pieces out in chronological order.How it turned out that the rapist was the son of a powerful U.S.senator, chair of the Armed Services Committee.How the rapist was from an old-money, New England family of immense influence, and the next generation’s chosen one.

Thatwas the man who raped a poor, innocent girl in a tiny village.Thatwas the man Special K beat to within an inch of his life.An evil asshole, just as described.

I sniff back tears as Special K continues, holding him as tight as I can.

He tells me that the senator wanted his head, wanted him to endure a public humiliation.He pledged to ruin every MacLaine serving as a Navy SEAL.Eye for an eye and all that.

And then one day, after the rapist recovered, one of the senator’s advisers explained that if he insisted on raking Kevin MacLaine over the coals, his own son’s war crimes would have to become public knowledge.And that’s when the whole thing got swept under the rug.Poof—it all disappeared in the wind.

Special K would be released and given an honorable discharge, but only under one condition—that all the MacLaines leave their Navy careers behind.His big brother Cal made it happen.

When it seems like Special K’s done with the story, I loosen my grip and wait for him to face me.

He swims away and turns, staring at me.I stare at him, too.Then he tips his head to the side and gives me a sad smile, like he expects me to drop the bomb on him.He’s waiting to find out if I no longer want anything to do with him.

I float right into his arms, wrap my legs around his waist again, and reach up to encircle his neck.

I kiss him.

His lips tremble beneath mine but I stay with him.I don’t know what I’m doing, or why I’m doing it, but I think I understand what he needs from me at this moment.He needs me to be strong, to stay with him.So, that’s what I do.

Eventually, I pull back, stroking my fingers through his damp curls, studying his gorgeous face.It’s etched with self-doubt.I see intense shame.

“Special K,” I say.“That’s a heavy burden for one man to carry.Maybe it’s time to let it go.”

“I’ve tried, Boots.Never been able to do it.Not sure I ever will.”

“I understand,” I say.Because I absolutely do.

Special K’s talking to the Queen of Regrets.And I’m carrying a burden I couldn't share even if I wanted to.Because whomever I shared it with would automatically be on a kill list.

His cock is rock-hard.I feel it bobbing in the water and tapping against the underside of my ass.I’m not a therapist and I’m not his lifelong friend, but I’m here, with him, and I care about him.Too much.And I have something that I know can bring him comfort and release.

I offer it to him.

“Fuck me, cowboy,” I whisper into his ear.“Please fuck me.Make me cum all over you.”

I feel his hands lift me just a bit, enough that he can enter me.And he slides home, all the way in, in one long, slow push.And I feel claimed.

His.

MacLaine’s mouth meets mine, hot and demanding.My hands are in his hair as he lifts me up and down in the water.I feel weightless, totally in his control, and I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation of being split in two.

Taken.