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She flops on her back with fury. No worries. I know how to convince her. Or my fingers will.

I return to teasing her pussy, slowly delving deeper with gentle strokes to open her to me. Arousal coats my skin, despite her lying corpse still. Until I find the spot that makes her squirm. Only a few persistent caresses with my fingertips and she’s riding my hand again.

Elegant fingers clutch the comforter while she groans. My only mistake was not ripping off her top so she’s completely bare to me. The need for her to come on my fingers was too great.

She’s close again. Like the bastard I am, I stop. The shrill shriek of her screaming my name makes me chuckle and she kicks at me. I grab her ankles and force her immobile. “Say it, fireball. Two words.”

“Why?” Her voice crackles with uncertainty. “Why do you want me to say it so bad?”

Now that she’s calm, I release her calves and climb onto the mattress beside her. I grab her hip so she can flip over and turn her to face me. More compliant than I expect, she lies motionless watching me. I cup her warm face. “Because you’re more than just my prisoner. I can’t ever let you go.”

Her eyes clench closed, which I fucking hate when she shuts me out. When they flicker back open, she offers me a hesitant smile.

“I know it’s wrong, but I don’t want to go.”

Fuck me. It’s on now.

I fist her hair, tangled from her earlier thrashing. “Then say it.”

My voice is harsh although she doesn’t seem to mind. Her hands wrap around my forearms, and she whispers, “I’m yours.”

I push her back and claim her mouth while my hand snakes down to her drenched cunt. Confirming her importance to me makes her cream. She moans around my tongue as I work her into a frenzy again. First, she’ll come on my fingers, then my cock. Jesus.

She grasps my shirt so tight on my back she practically chokes me. Seemingly overwhelmed, she pulls away from my kiss, gasping for air. I add a second finger and pump into her while worshiping her clit with the heel of my hand. My mouth finds her ear. “Mine to keep.”

The affirmation does its magic, and she explodes, shuddering and crying out to God. I’m not one to cuddle but for some reason I want to hold her close, needing her to return to reality in my arms. Because I understand more than anything I’ve ever understood before, she has to feel safe with me.

Addie

Titan’s holding me.

This same dangerous crime lord who kills men without any remorse is holding me, stroking my hair, and kissing my forehead.

I’m shaking and not just from the incredible orgasm he gave me. My first ever. But I’m too shy to tell him. I don’t want him to know how inexperienced I am. Maybe he knows. If he does, he doesn’t seem to mind. All he seems to care about is my pleasure. Which is so baffling.

I must have been in some kind of lust induced hysteria to tell him I don’t want to leave. As much as I hate to admit I want to stay, I never wanted to confess the truth to him. I never want him to have that power over me. I never want him to be able to hurt me.

“What are you thinking about, angel?”

His voice is gravelly, and his cock is stiff against me. I know he wants more but he doesn’t try anything else. He’s being so sweet, but I still don’t know if I can trust him.

I’m too scared to trust him. “I better go. You don’t want—”

The grip on me tightens to steel. “What I want is for you to relax.”

Easier said than done when you’re lying in a mobster’s bed without any pants on and you just came all over his hand. He doesn’t seem embarrassed though. He seems…happy.

I bury my face in his shirt. Happy and very, very hard. He’s going to want to have sex. Oh shit.

“I want to take you out for your birthday tomorrow night.”

My heart pounds in my chest. He remembered it’s my birthday. That’s a first too.

“Chels wants to do a cake and ice cream and all that. But for dinner I get you alone.”

Too much information. Emotions overload. A friend. A boyfriend. Celebrations. This really is surreal.

I don’t get the chance to process any of the sensations from the urgent barking outside the bedroom door. Long claws scrape on the wood.

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