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“Yes! Yes, so good, oh, fuck!”
“This is what you were made for.” His balls slap against my clit with every thrust, and even that’s good. Better than good. “You were made for me. To be fucked by me. Protected by me. Say it.”
I can barely breathe, much less speak. “I was… made… for you…” I manage.
“And now you’re going to come with my cock inside you.”
“Yes!” I sob, desperate now. I need to come. I’ll die if I don’t. My muscles tighten, squeezing him, and I press my face to the mattress just in time to muffle a scream of pure ecstasy when the tension breaks, bliss rolling over me in waves and blocking out everything else.
Everything except Christian now pounding harder than ever. “You ready for my load? Because here it comes.” One thrust, two, and he roars in time with his hot seed filling me. I’m still lost, shaking from the last remnants of my release, but I note the moment he leaves me and wishes I didn’t feel so empty afterward. I doubt he’d ever understand if I tried to explain.
Nothing needs to be explained right now. He crawls beside me and pulls me onto my side. Drawing me close, he wraps his body around mine like even now, he wants to protect me. For a long time, there’s nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing and the warmth of his embrace.
Right now, that's all I need.
18
CHRISTIAN
It’s time. If last night taught me anything, it's that Siân wants me despite how hard she tries to fight against it. And after nearly losing her, I can’t wait any longer. Marrying her has been the only thing I’ve wanted since the moment I heard those words slip past her mother’s lips.
Completing this union won’t stop the threats that loom over us, but at least it will prove to my father that I am serious. And all the teasing and taunting he’s done, the dark, murderous glances he’s given her will stop. He’s never loved a woman, not that I’ve seen, but one tradition he’s kept from generations before him is that if she’s yours, under the eyes of God, she’s off-limits to anyone in the family.
He makes his own rules and always has. But he also made me a promise at fourteen years old. The day he turned me into a killer, he told me I could have her if I proved myself. And while his word matters none to anyone else, he knew it was the one thing to secure my place in his army.
And now, after fifteen years of being without her and periodically watching from a distance, it’s finally happening. She’ll finally be mine by the end of the night. And she’ll get to suck my dry like she did last night every fucking day for the rest of forever.
I shake my head and sit up in bed. Who would have ever thought that I would be this excited, this nervous even? I don’t care about anything, and I certainly don't rattle—except where Siân is concerned.
Being with her, around her goodness, does something to me. It makes me feel more alive. Where pain is normally my love language, and yes, I love bringing her pain, but I’m learning I can handle a gentler touch as well. Last night was different, yet so much like our time in Florida.
When I was the opposite version of myself, I wasn’t as ruthless as her. I took my time and allowed her to open up to me on my own time. But the moment it all came to light, that changed. I returned to my truest self, and she’s been pulling away from me a little more each day.
Except for yesterday. Except for the entire time we were locked away, just the two of us in that penthouse. We moved like in the old days. It was peaceful, freeing even. It won’t be like that always, hell probably never again, but I can do better. I can try to be better for her.
I meant it when I told her she doesn’t have to hate it here. I can make sure of that. As long as she behaves and does what I say, we can be good together.
Staring down at a sleeping Siân, I suck in a breath and maneuver to retrieve my phone from my pants pocket on the floor. The bed shifts with my weight, and I glance back to be sure I haven’t disturbed her. She needs her sleep because tonight is going to take a lot out of her.
With my phone in hand, I rest my back against the headboard. Quickly, I punch a number into the text message filled, then shoot a message to Tony. He responds immediately.
Tony: Adesso sono una wedding planner? Now I’m a wedding planner?
