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“How the hell are your prints on my apartment door?” she questions.
“I have my ways,” I reply.
“I find that disconcerting. I’ll need to have a chat with management.”
“I told you you’re mine and I need access in case I need to get to you. You know, in case of emergencies.”
“Right… emergencies,” she says, rolling her eyes.
I walk into her apartment and the door automatically closes behind me. I put her down in the living room on one of the chairs.
“Sit and wait here,” I tell her and am surprised when she doesn’t argue. I walk around her entire apartment to make sure that nothing is out of place. This building is secure, but you can never be too careful, especially since someone is after her.
Once I’m sure the apartment is clear and there will be no surprises coming at us, I walk back into the living room to get her. She’s fully awake now. She’s facing the windows, looking out at the view of the city before us.
“Let’s get you into the shower so that you can wash that guy’s touch off you,” I growl at her, remembering how pissed I am at her for her actions earlier.
“Mmm, were you jealous? I’ve got to tell you, I haven’t been touched that gently in ages and it felt sooo good! If there weren’t so many people around, I’d have taken him right there,” she tells me, smirking.
I know she’s just saying this shit to piss me off… and yeah, it may be working. This is her way of making me suffer. She keeps telling me how much I don’t mean to her, and I actually believe her. She’s been different after our last fight and I don’t know what to do, but that doesn’t mean she gets to flirt with some random douchebag.
Plus, I’ve pretty much dragged her ass away anytime she meets with that asshole Antonio. I don’t care if they have business together. That douchebag is not getting the chance to move in on my girl ever again, that’s for fucking sure. I’ve been stuck to her like glue for the last two weeks so I’m always there when they have any meetings.
The guy absolutely hates it and I revel in causing him discomfort. I’m staking my claim again and making sure he gets the message that she isn’t available.
Without thinking, I pick her up again and throw her over my shoulder, intent on taking her to the bathroom. It’s a good thing her wounds are healed. Earlier this week, I had to take her to the hospital so they could remove all her stitches—the ones from her wrists and her stomach.
Whenever I see her scars, they remind me of just how close I came to losing her and how much of an asshole I was to her. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have pushed her so far knowing how fragile she was, but at the time, I was clouded with my own anger. I’m glad I didn’t lose her though and I’ll have to spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
I’ll also have to find time to tell her about the tape and what actually went down that night since she doesn’t know. I know she feels guilty. I’m not stupid. I know she hates me and the only reason I’m not as far away from her as possible is because she’s using me and the guys.
My girl is smart. She’d rather be around us, hoping we’ll protect her instead of being around new people who she doesn’t know or trust. New people can be easily bought, whereas we already have money. We don’t need it.
“I can walk you know,” she says, pulling me out of my thoughts as I head toward her bedroom. I don’t answer her but instead just keep walking.
Once we get to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and leave it on cold before lowering her down my body and then pushing her under the cold water. She shrieks as the water lands on her. I can’t help but laugh because she looks like a drowned rat.
“That’s what you get for being a mouthy little slut,” I say to her, smirking.
Before I know what’s happening, she grabs me by the shirt and pulls me in with her, laughing her ass off when I let out a hiss at the shock of the cold water. I turn the shower knob so the water can get warm as I start to peel off my clothes. The action has her interest in me piqued.
“Did your dick shrivel up and die?” she questions while still laughing.
“You’ll find out soon enough since you’re going to be servicing it in about a second,” I growl at her. I move closer to her and tear the dress she was wearing down the middle, causing her to let out a gasp.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“I wasn’t asking. Get down on your knees and suck my cock like the good little slut that you are,” I order as I place my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto her knees. “Mmm, I can get used to seeing you down on your knees just waiting patiently for my cock.”
“Don’t get used to it. You just caught me in a horny state. That guy from the warehouse really had my juices flowing,” she quips.
“You know, if you wanted to get fucked hard like a real slut, all you had to do was ask,” I say, smirking at her as I grab onto her hair, pulling her closer to me before shoving my aching erection into her waiting mouth.
“Arghhh,” she mumbles as my cock goes all the way down her throat. A moment later, I pull out and then push in again, starting a slow rhythm of fucking her mouth.
I tilt her head up as I look down at her working her mouth on my cock like a pro. “Damn, your mouth feels good, my little slut,” I tell her.
She moves her hand up to cup my balls, massaging them with her fingers as she sucks the life out of my dick. She’s hollowing out her cheeks, and, man, this feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. When I feel like I’m about to come, I pull her off my cock and pull her up from her knees.
