I look straight into her eyes, making sure she hears me, understands me and accepts it.
"Don't try anything stupid, thinking I'm asleep. You know you won't be able to."
Her lips press together, and she nods once. "Yeah, I know. I won't try anything, I promise.”
"Good."
I study her, the way she chews on the inside of her cheek, something itching behind her expression. I see the exact moment she can't help herself.
"We didn't use protection," she finally blurts.
I lift an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You have an implant."
Her eyes go wide, and her lips part slowly. "How the hell do you know that? That's private medical information!"
She crosses her arms, and my gaze instantly drops to her tits. Perfect. Perky.Mine. I didn't get to play with them tonight as much as I wanted.
She snaps her fingers in front of my face.
"Hello! You're having a conversation with me, not my nipples!" Her voice is fake outrage, playful despite herself.
I finally drag my eyes back up, smirking. "I know everything about you, Adora."
I pause, watching the way her chest rises, the way she waits for my next words like she's dreading them.
"You don't just kidnap someone and hope for the best. That no one comes looking. You prepare. So I prepared. With every piece of information I could get my hands on. Therefore, I know you have an implant. I also know you're clean."
I pause, my lips pressing together at the realization that crawls up my spine.
"Which is good, because, honestly, even if you had something, I probably would have been too far gone to stop," I whisper to myself, but she hears me.
Her brows pull together.
She notices. She notices that I said too much. Fuck!
"I know I'm clean!" she huffs. "Are you? With the number of clubgirls you're sharing with your brothers..." Her voice trails off. I see the shudder pass through her. The horror.
I smile, wide and slow.
"You are so fucking adorable." I pause and let the moment stretch, making her wonder if I'm about to fuck with her. "I'm clean, too. No worries there. And I don't mess with the clubgirls. Too much fucking drama," I finally admit.
She narrows her eyes, sharp and suspicious. I can tell she's ready to bite back, keep pushing, keep poking, keep testing me. If I don't stop this, she can go at it for hours.
So I don't let her.
I grab her, throw her onto the bed, watch her bounce, watch her tits fucking bounce, and fuck, I wasn't prepared for that. I have to give my head a little shake to focus.
"We'll talk tomorrow. See where we go from here." My voice is final, leaving no room for a challenge.
She pouts, but I see the way her body relaxes into the mattress instantly. The one in her cell wasn't that great. On purpose, of course.
"Fine," she mutters through a yawn.
I slide in beside her, drag the covers over us, and like thirteen fucking years never passed between us, I pull her against me. Legs tangled. Arms wrapped around her.
She falls asleep within minutes. And I don't sleep at all.
8. Wedding
