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Grabbing my chin, he searches my face, then sighs. “Princess, I am coming back. I just need to play along with Calvin and let him think he is in control for now. It won’t be for much longer. Trust me. You have nothing to worry about. I know it’s hard, but it will be worth it.”
I sigh, huffing out a laugh. “I don’t know why I am being so needy. I will be fine. Just keep your promise and come back.”
He smiles, a smile so dazzling, it sends a pulse straight between my legs. “I will, baby.” He brushes his lips with mine. “Now, get your cute ass in your bedroom. I am going to show you with my cock that I mean what I say. I am going to fuck you so hard, you will be so sore all week that you will be thankful that I am out of town and I can’t touch you.”
I laugh, patting his chest. “Always the charmer. And anyway, it’s a bit presumptuous of you. What makes you think that I will be letting you do any fucking?”
He smirks. “Oh princess, we both know that you will. You are as obsessed with my cock as I am your pussy.”
I open my mouth to respond when a throat clears. Both our heads snap to the sound landing on my…parents.
Fuck.
My cheeks heat in embarrassment at what they just heard. And I know they heard exactly what was said if the smile my mama is trying to bite back and the narrowed glower my father is shooting at my baby daddy is anything to go by. Bishop snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me into him. I glare up at him as I elbow him in the side, but he doesn’t let go, and he doesn’t look embarrassed one bit. “Hey,” I blurt. “We were just…”
“We heard,” he confirms what I already know. My cheeks heat further, eyes shooting to my mama, who can’t hold her laughter in any longer.
“Oh, tesoro, you should see your face right now.”
I flash her a meek smile, then look at my dad. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “We came to tell you that all the guards have retired for the night, so please do not leave without notifying me. I guess I don’t need to worry about that, though. I assume you will be staying this evening, Bishop?”
“I will, if that’s okay with you both?” he replies, amusement in his tone.
My father eyes him with a look I can’t quite decipher. I mean I thought he disliked Theo, but I think Bishop has beaten my sister’s man in that department. “Of course, it’s fine,” Mama replies, waving him off after a long beat of awkward silence.
My father stares down at her, a look passing between them before she grabs his hand and leads him away with a goodnight thrown over her shoulder. Even if my dad didn’t want Bishop to stay, if my mama says it’s okay, he will never go against her. The man will not deny that woman anything. I sag against Bishop, a breath whooshing out of me. “Well, that was embarrassing.”
Bishop chuckles, dropping a kiss to my hair. “They know we have sex, princess. Baron is proof of that.” He grabs my hand, dragging me through my bedroom door. In the next second, I am shoved against the wall, his mouth capturing mine. He groans as he deepens the kiss. “Fuck, you taste like heaven.” His voice is thick with lust as he lifts me, strides to the bed, and throws me down.
“I need to shower,” I blurt.
Bishop watches me, like a hunter about to devour his prey. His hands reach down, and before I even know what is happening, he is stripped bare and so am I. “We can shower together, baby. It’s been a while since I fucked you while I bathed you. Maybe the noise of the water will drown out your screams. Wouldn’t want your parents to hear us.” He wiggles his brows, grabbing the baby monitor as he sweeps me up in his arms like I weigh nothing, and moves to my adjoined bathroom.
Dropping me gently to my feet, he props the monitor on the counter, turns on the shower, checks the temperature of the water, and drags me in under the spray. He wets my air, then lathers it up with shampoo. Memories hit me like a freight train of when he used to do this same thing for me. Look after me. Cherish me.
“All done,” he murmurs, breaking my thoughts. I stare up at him. His eyes soften. He knows where I went. His next actions prove it when he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his trim waist, and pushes me against the wall, away from the spray. Pressing kisses to my neck, he murmurs, “I am going to fuck you now, princess. I want you to scream my name.” With those last words, he thrusts inside of me, my back bowing at the intrusion, and I do. I scream his name. “Good girl. Now hold on. This is going to be hard and fast.” He withdraws before plunging into me so deep, I swear I can feel him in my tummy.
“Bishop,” I cry out, but it only spurs him on. He turns into a madman. Fucking me so hard, my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Princess,” he groans slamming into me harder. My nails claw at his tattooed back as my orgasm crests, hitting every part of my body. He senses it. Of course, he does. Smirking, he reaches down and thumbs my clit in a way that demands I come right now. I do as he demands, exploding all around him as I scream his name.
“You are so fucking sexy when you come on my cock, princess.” He thrusts a couple more times before he finds his own release. He stills. Groans. And then, he is filling me up. I am so exhausted, I can’t even bring myself to care about him coming inside me. Bishop slumps against me, his forehead resting on mine. “I will never get enough of you,” he exhales.
I sigh, cupping his cheeks as I kiss him. Everything feels right in this moment.
It’s a shame it can’t last.
ChapterTwenty-Four
BISHOP
I stare out the window of the SUV as the driver speeds toward my father’s compound. I hate this place. Hate Vegas. I just want to be back in New York with my princess and my son. Saying goodbye gets harder each time, and I can’t wait for the day when I no longer have to do it—although I don’t know when that will be.
After my father’s visit to Aria, I know he means business, and I am not sure what that means for me. It won’t be good. I know that much. Although I have asked Ryker to speed things up, it’s not just something we can rush into. Calvin Hastings is a powerful man, and we need to have everything in place before we take him down.
The vehicle comes to a stop, dragging me from my thoughts. I glance up to see we are at the gates to the Hastings mansion. Rick, my driver and one of my father’s guards, rolls down his window and punches in the code to access the property. Seconds later, the gates slide open, and we are making our way up the drive. Rick parks, and before he can say anything, I am out the door, duffle in hand.
Climbing the steps, I shove through the door, only to halt when I see who is waiting in the foyer—my father with Spencer and Stacey Parkes. They all stare at me. Calvin with annoyance, Spencer with… malice? And Stacey with clear lust. Without saying a word, I snort before striding further inside and away from them. I am just about to disappear to my wing of the house when my father speaks. “Nice of you to join us, son. Aren’t you going to greet our guests?” He motions to said people. Spinning to face them all, I can’t hide the scowl on my face. Calvin smirks, and I know whatever he says next, I am not going to like it one bit. “We have brought the wedding forward.” He just grins wider, the look so sinister, it would make most men wither but not me.
