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“You going to scream for me, baby?” he asked, and a thrill ran through me.
“You going to make me scream, baby?” I countered.
He huffed a rough laugh as he settled between my legs at the foot of his bed. “I’m going to make you fucking scream, babe.”
He grabbed my thighs and pulled my centre to his face before burying it between my legs like there was no where else he’d rather be. Like I’d just done to him, his aim was to get me off hard and fast. The benefit of being a woman was that it was far easier for me to cum twice in quick succession.
After my second orgasm, he pressed a kiss to me and said, “Stay there for two seconds.”
He got up and grabbed a condom from his bedside before resettling between my legs. I rested up on my elbows and looked at him quizzically. In answer, he just dragged me off the bed and into his lap, straight over his cock. We both looked at each other as he settled in me.
“Fuck,” he moaned appreciatively as he nuzzled his face over mine, then started thrusting. “Shit, Harlow. You feel amazing.”
We held each other tightly. The angle meant he really had to do most of the work, but it didn’t stop the pleasure building up in me. Our foreheads rested against each other as we stared into each other’s eyes, and he drilled me deeply. As my orgasm built, I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders and rested my head over one side.
As I came in his arms, he whispered in my ear, “It’s only you, Harlow. It was always you and I’ve just been too fucking blind to see it. It’s only you.”
We kissed deeply as he came hard, and I felt a singular sense of satisfaction. He breathed hard, a wide smile on his face as he tipped sideways, and we lay beside each other, his head by my chest. Apollo kissed my breast tenderly.
I put my finger under his chin and made him look into my eyes. “Just remember who you belong to,” I warned him.
I saw the smile in his eyes and the love that emanated from them. He looked at me with the very definition of puppy love. “Always,” he promised.
I might have lost Valen, for good this time, but I had the means to build a happy life for myself. Apollo and I still weren’t perfect, but we were working on it. And now it wasn’t just a ring on my finger, but a promise in our hearts as well.
We spent the next two days basically locked in his room. It was probably a good thing Marco was there to distract Florence for the majority of the days and nights. Not that Florence was complaining at all. Apollo all-but told Archer to get fucked when Archer demanded his attention on something, and it was the first time I think I’d seen Archer have a shred of respect for his son. Trust it to be because Apollo was more concerned with fucking his fiancée than learning how to run his father’s empire.
Back at school the next week, I committed myself fully to being Apollo’s fiancée. And I wasn’t the only one. Apollo’s eagerness for the perfect engagement didn’t dissipate when there was a horde of onlookers or people who might consider romance to be a weakness.
As Florence and I walked into the dining hall at lunch on Monday, Apollo was faced with a Magdalen, his hands up and a haughty smile on his face. She had her body rather up close and personal to his and was shoving her tits in his face as much as she could.
“Well, here we go,” Florence muttered to me as we walked towards them.
I tried not to expect the worst from him, but I knew him too well. He rose to the occasion and actually surprised me, though. Seems that he remembered the lesson I’d been rather literally pounding into him for the last few days about who he belonged to.
“Sorry,” he chuckled to the Magdalen. “I’m a one-woman man now, Chloe.”
“You’replaying the monogamy card?” Chloe asked sceptically.
Apollo shrugged like he wasn’t sure what she expected him to do about it. “I’ve been given my orders and I’m a very good boy.”
Chloe stepped up even closer to him and ran her finger over his chest. “There’s nothinggoodabout you, Apollo,” she purred.
I saw on his face that he liked the attention. How could he not? He’d been groomed for five years to enjoy the attention. To expect the attention. To know it meant that he was at the top of the hierarchy where he had to be.
Florence took my hand and Apollo’s eyes just happened to flicker to me.
The smile that crept across his face was vastly different for me than the one he had in the face of the Magdalen trying to seduce him. It was deep in his eyes. There was a softness to the desire in his smirk. It was tender. It was special.
At least, that’s what I told myself with another woman with her hands all over my fiancé.
I shook my head, telling myself to get over my reticence at thinking of Apollo as my fiancé. Me feeling weird about it wasn’t going to change the fact and wasn’t going to help me go all-in here.
I gave Florence’s hand a squeeze before sliding my hand free and stepping up beside Apollo. I draped my arm around him and looked the Magdalen over as though she meant very little to me. For the most part, she did mean very little to me.
“Can I help you?” I asked her as Apollo put his arm around me.
She looked at me like she couldn’t believe I had the audacity to stand between her and my man. If the Magdalens thought I wasn’t going to fight for Apollo, then they had another thing coming. New Year’s Eve had told me one thing about myself; I did care enough to go to war with them if I had to.
