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So much has happened, and yet it’s only been a few hours.
Time does funny things when life goes crazy, I guess.
I still can’t believe Rider has a freaking underground bunker in the middle of the forest.
He explained it to me as we walked, his hand on the small of my back as he shouldered my bag, which he insisted on carrying.
“Mine is a dangerous business. I need somewhere I can lay low, strategize if shit ever hits the fan. A lot of cops would want a place like this. I’m just lucky enough to be able to afford it.”
I look around the sparsely furnished living room. He hasn’t done much to try and make the place homey. The walls have a hardwood glossy appearance, but I know from my walk down the corridor that they’re metal underneath. There’s a mounted TV and a coffee table and a couch, and that’s about it.
I take another sip of cocoa and then lean forward, placing it on the coffee table.
We didn’t discuss what happened before our getaway during the walkover.
Rider was hyper-focused on the task at hand, his eyes scanning back and forth over the forest, as though ready for an assailant to pop out at any second. His body was throbbing with the desire to hurt anybody who’d try to hurt me.
I still can’t believe any of this.
The escape, kissing Rider, the helicopter, now a bunker…
Sometimes life really is crazier than fiction.
Rider walks into the room, holding his coffee mug and making it look like a child’s toy in his massive hand. He sits on the couch, takes a sip, and then lays it next to my cocoa.
He’s changed into a shirt and black pants, using his store of clothes that he keeps here.
“So what next?” I murmur.
I remember his words after we kissed.
I don’t just want to fuck you…
So what does he want for me?
“I don’t know.” He sighs. “I could look into getting you into witness protection, but the Feds would want something in return. The ideal situation would be to get Aaron and the Cartel out of the goddamn city, but we’ve been trying to do that for years.”
I nod, feeling the truth of his words, even if that’s not exactly what I meant when I asked him what comes next.
He stares at me for a moment, biting down.
It’s like he can read my mind.
“You mean with us,” he asks.
I nod under the burning pressure of his gaze, certain I could burst into freaking flames if he keeps staring at me like that.
“Come here, princess,” he growls.
I stand and walk over to the couch, feeling as if I have no choice when he commands me with such certain carnality. His voice is a shivering growl like he could snap into primal action at any second.
I move to sit on the cushion beside him, but he darts his hand out and loops it around my waist, dragging me into his lap. I gasp when I feel his solid manhood against me, pressing inexorably like his thick length is trying to push through the fabric of his pants and inside of me.
“What’s next is I tell you just exactly what I want with you, princess.” He grabs my thigh, squeezing it hard and sliding his hand up, up until he’s so close to my sex my lips begin to tingle. “When I called you my woman, I meant exactly that. You are mine now. You fucking belong to me.”
I stare down at him, into the intensity of his eyes and the firm way he stares into me.
“I don’t understand,” I whimper. “We only just met.”
“Don’t play coy with me.” He presses down with even more force on my leg, squeezing so hard I can feel a buzzing in my sex, tingling and tempting. “You want it too. I can tell. You want – fucking need – to be claimed by me. You need to spread those thick beautiful thighs and take my cock, and feel my seed pumping into your fertile young body until you’ve got no choice but to get pregnant.”
I gasp again, louder this time, with more disbelief thrumming in the noise.
“Pregnant?”
He drops his gaze for a moment, as though he didn’t intend to say that.
But then he moves his gaze back to me a second later, with fresh fire in his eyes.
“Yes, fucking pregnant. I can’t explain it princess, but the second I laid my eyes on you I knew you were the woman I’ve been waiting my whole damn life for. You’re going to bring my children into this world. Because I fucking own you. I own your womb. I own your hot wet pussy. I own your gorgeous breasts. I fucking own you.”
He moves his free hand through my hair, tickling tantalizingly, and then pushes down so I have no choice but to lean into the kiss.
