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I glance back at the closed door, uncertain how to answer that question. From what I can glean, my wife is a strong woman. She doesn't cower at the first sign of trouble and she's not dependent on me to save her. I like that strength about her, even if it makes me feel impotent.
But I can see how it is affecting her. There is an underlying tension in her eyes that tells me on some level, she's scared. Two times now someone has tried to kill her, and I am no closer to figuring out who it might be. I should be protecting her from whatever this is, instead I can do nothing but look on helplessly as someone continues to target Elena.
“She's sleeping.” He can take that however he wants, but I'm not going to explain my wife's current state of mind.
“I'll stay close tonight,” Ford says.
I appreciate the sentiment, because I need the assurance that if someone does get into the house, there will still be someone between my wife and her attacker.
I lean into Ford and hiss out, “I want this cunt found.”
“And we’ll find him.”
I leave Ford standing in the hallway, returning to the living room. Elena is still out of it, but the movie I was watching has finished. She needs a proper bed to sleep in, or she's going to have a stiff neck tomorrow. Carefully, I scoop her up into my arms bridal style, trying not to ruffle her or wake her. I needn't worry because Elena remains stubbornly asleep.
I carry her out of the room and up the winding stairway towards the bedroom. I debate for a moment where to put her, but then I decide the best place is in my bed, with me. It’s where she is going to remain for the rest of our marriage. Let's start how we mean to go on.
It takes a little manoeuvring to get the door open, but eventually it slides off the catch and I’m able to shove it, using my hip. Elena is still asleep as I place her on the bed. I move around the other side and pull the covers back, before lifting her again and placing her there. For a moment, I consider what to do with her clothes. Jeans are not the best to sleep in, so I reach for the button. She shifts restlessly as I scrape over her abdomen.
I pull her jeans down, revealing a little lacy scrap of material covering her pussy. Fuck. The urge to sink my dick into her tight little channel fills me for a moment, but I meant what I told her. I am not a rapist, and everything we do will be because she is begging me for it. I tug her jeans further down her legs and off her feet. I pull off her sweater, revealing her tits. I redress her in one of my t-shirts and leave her knickers on. Then I drag the covers over her.
Giving her a last look, I make my way into the adjoining bathroom and splash water on my face. Elena ties me in knots. I don't like feeling like I'm out of control, or that I'm losing it. That's precisely what she does to me. She makes me lose that ramrod control I have always held on to.
Once I finish cleaning myself up, I strip down to my boxers and head back into the bedroom. Elena is still asleep, her breathing deep and even. I move to the bed and stand next to it. Then I pull back the covers and climb into my side of the bed. I can feel her presence next to me, and it relaxes me. It’s as if she has always been there, lying next to me, helping to chase the demons out of my mind. I sink down into the pillows and let my thoughts wander. In the chaos of my tumultuous thinking, I'm hoping I can come up with a suspect for my wife's attacks. We have taken out so many of our enemies. Those we couldn't have made allies, like the Untamed Sons and even Elena's own father Hamish Adams. There is no one left to challenge us, but I have no doubt this is a direct challenge on the Fraser firm. What other reason could there be for someone to try to take out my new wife? They want to stop this alliance between Adams and Fraser. The best way to do that is to remove Elena from the equation. She is the weak link. Killing me would start a war, but one of my brothers would step into my shoes. Killing Elena stops our deal dead in its tracks. There is no one to replace Elena. Her sister, Letta, is already married and Dex isn't my type.
I lie wide awake for so long that my eyes start to burn. Eventually, I force myself to sleep. I can survive on minimal amounts of it, and usually it would not bother me, but I need to be alert and at my best in case another assassin comes for my wife.
When I wake, Elena is tucked against my back, one arm wrapped around my waist, dangerously close to my cock. I take a breath, trying to calm my heated body.
“Kane?” Her sleepy voice has me twisting slightly to look over my shoulder. I'm greeted with those big eyes and that beautiful smile. She doesn't berate me for being in bed with her, or for the fact she's wrapped around me. I take that as a win.
I move on my side until I’m facing her. “How are you feeling?”
“I'm all right. I'm sorry I slept all night. I didn't mean to.”
“Don't apologise. Yesterday was…”
“A clusterfuck?”
I snort. “That's one way of putting it.”
“I want to find out who is behind these attacks.” Her smile fades, and I hate the sadness that crosses her face. “I need to know who wants to kill me.”
“I have people working on it. I'll get to the bottom of it.”
“We'll,” she amends. “This is my fight too, Kane. This person is coming after me, and I can't allow that to stand.” I like the bloodthirsty tone to her voice. There is a promise of violence there. Her words go straight to my cock.
I lean forward, closing the gap between us, and I press my mouth to hers. She surprises me by kissing me back with a ferocity I didn't expect. Her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I press my semi hard cock against her cunt, rolling my hips slightly to increase the pressure. Elena lets out a small moan around my lips that has me quirking my own.
“I'm going to fuck you,” I tell her.
Her eyes heat, molten lava dancing in her irises. “Then fuck me and stop talking about it.”
It's all the invitation I need. I roll her so she’s on her back and I'm on top of her. Leaning on my palms, I keep my weight off her body as I lean down and kiss her like she's my oxygen. Her hands roam over me, trying to pull me closer. I oblige. I give her some of my weight, pushing my cock harder against her centre. Her breath starts to rip out of her in small pants as my hand palms her breast. I move to the hem of the tee, shoving it up her belly and over the mounds of her tits. Dusty pink nipples greet me, begging to be sucked on.
I don't waste any time. I place my mouth fully around her left tit.
Her back arches slightly as I take it between my lips and suck around the bud. I can feel it starting to harden in my mouth, a little bullet of pleasure. I move between both breasts, loving each equally, as I continue to grind my cock against her pussy. I can feel the dampness through her underwear, leaving patches no doubt on my own boxers.
