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I want to wreck her—to ruin her for any other man, and I strive to do that as I hook my fingers, finding her g spot. She cries out against me, and the sound iseverything. I want more. I want it all. I want to own every moan that falls from this girl's lips.
I want to command every sigh. I want to worship every orgasm from her body.
I want to own her, because she already owns me.
Her body tightens beneath mine, and before she can come, I pull my hand from her pants. She lets out a sound that has a grin tugging at my lips. She's frustrated, and horrified, and exquisite in the fading moonlight. We only have an hour or so left of this dark, but I plan on making the most of it, pushing back onto my knees between her legs. My hands hook either side of her pants as my eyes find hers. There's a question, a silent question that passes between us and she gives a small hesitant nod before I pull her pants down. I can see that she thinks that I'm going to take this all the way—and I want to—but there's something in her eyes that tells me it's not the time. Something that holds me back.
But I still want to shatter her. I want to command every ounce of her pleasure, and I want to destroy her for any other who could think to come after me. This is my version of etching myself into her skin, into her memory—into her heart.
I lift her legs over my shoulders, and she lets out a little cry of surprise as she tries to climb away from me on the couch. I hold her hips, pinning her down as I drop my mouth between her legs. The taste of her explodes on my tongue. She's sweet and just a little salty. Just like her.
I flick my tongue against her clit, and she cries out. Her hands dive into my hair, her fingers curling, her nails biting my scalp.
My dick throbs in my jeans, begging to break free. To sink into her for release and reprieve.
I suck her clit into my mouth, letting my teeth skim over the sensitive flesh as I press two fingers inside her. She cries out my name on a desperate plea and starts to beg incoherently. Her body is trembling and shaking as I work her over, sucking and biting and pumping my fingers deep. It doesn't take her long to come, to shatter around me. Her thighs clench my face between her legs, as my eyes drag up the length of her body to see her head thrown back.
She really is a siren come to pull me into the deep—to drown me in her whiskey eyes—to free me from the cage of my misery.
I'm not letting her go.
Not after this.
Not ever.
She's mine.
ChapterSixteen
Sadie
It's beautiful outside today. The sun is shining. The sky is clear and blue and bright. The snow on the ground is piled high, and Nick will need to plow again. And the air is clearly cold, because everything is covered in hoar frost, making the trees sparkle as though they’ve been encrusted in thousands of tiny diamonds. Outside the house, the mountain forest looks magical—a scene that spills from the tip of fairy’s wand. It's beautiful. Extraordinary. I've never seen anything quite like it.
I've been sitting here with a warm coffee between my hands, my legs pulled up under my body in the chair next to the big windows in Nick’s living room, and I've been staring at this view. I could stay here for the rest of my life, sipping my coffee just like this every morning, staring at this view.
The storm has finally broken. If I want, I could escape this man, this place. But I don't want that, and I don’t think he wants me to go, either.
I hope he doesn't. I want to stay here. I want to set up a great big Christmas tree in front of this great big window. This is where I’m meant to have my holiday. I just know it. It's fate.
It's fate that I saw that ad, and it's fate that I answered it.
It's fate that the woman behind it all was a tricky little thing, and she sent me here to him. I'm supposed to be here.
I'm here for a reason.
And I want to stay for that reason. I just want to stay…
So, it's beautiful outside. The sun is shining, and the sky is bright and clear and blue. But I have said nothing to Nick about taking me to town, to the airport. I said nothing about calling a taxi. I don't want a taxi, and I don't want to go home.
I hear Nick upstairs, like me, he showered after our morning on the couch. My cheeks turn hot at the thought of this morning. Again, he hadn't let me give him pleasure. I'd wanted to return the favor, and I'll have to see that he lets me next time. But this morning, he seemed set to make it all about me.
He's a good man. Mom would have loved him. Dad—Dad would have loved him too. He would have said all the things that dads are supposed to say to the man in his daughter’s life. He would have told him not to hurt me, and that if he did…
I laugh softly to myself, because my father wasn't a fighter.
He was soft, and sweet, and kind. Threats didn't come naturally to him, as I suspect they do to Nick. Nick is hard and rough. And when he has a daughter of his own one day, I have no doubt that when she brings a man home to meet him, he'll give him a threat or two.
He might even be sitting, legs spread wide, relaxed, at the kitchen table, cleaning a gun. It wouldn't surprise me to see Nick sending that message, cleaning a gun, casually, like he did it every day.
