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He just stomps the gas harder, like a petulant child.
I want to yell and scream at him, to tell him what a liar I know he is, how he’s proven it for the last time. But I keep my mouth shut because I need him to believe I’m like all those other women the Malikov brothers have tethered to them. I need him to believe I’m his because if he doesn’t believe it, there’s a good possibility I might wind up dead.
Zak cannot think I’m going to run. He needs me as the bait to target Tyson, and he has to think I’ll play that role. But fuck, do those accusatory words sear my tongue like acid.
We don’t speak during the ride back to the safe house. I don’t even ask whose car we’re driving in because it would require opening my mouth, and right now, that could be dangerous… especially for me.
Since we drove over to the safe house this time, he pulls into an underground garage accessible only with a code. I know he used a key to get in through the gated pool area in the past when we arrived on foot.
This time when he opens the door to help me out, I shove my hands at his chest. “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.”
He bends down and grabs me by the neckline of my t-shirt and pulls me out of the car.
“You don’t care.” My voice quivers. “You just take, with no fucks given. That’s who you are.”
“No.” His eyes darken, his jaw tight. “Not anymore. I told you I’d always protect you and take care of you.”
I shake my head. Tears spill down my cheeks, but I choke back the words knotting in my throat. He slams the car door shut and presses himself against me. His cock, thick and hard, grinds against my shorts. He fumbles with the snap and tugs them open before shoving them to my ankles. Tears continue to stream down my face as he buries his face in my neck and devours me with his greedy mouth.
He frees his cock from his own shorts, and with one hard thrust drives into me so hard, I cry out. He loops his arm under one of my legs, lifting it so he can fuck me deeper. My pussy throbs with need as he ravages me. He rolls his hips, plundering me like a savage until he hits my spot. I drop my head back against the car door, a strangled cry escaping my lips. Everything I know, everything I fear, and everything I’m about to lose fizzles away as my body rides the blissful wave of the most intense euphoria I’ve ever known.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me now. All over my dick. I want to feel what I do to you.” He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck and digs them in as his thrusts speed up.
I clench my teeth, salty tears hitting my lips and tongue as the orgasm tears me apart and shreds what remains of my heart.
“Tell me you love me.” The hum of his voice against my lips startles me, his breath hot against my face. I open my eyes, his pained expression blurred by my tears. “I need to hear it.”
“I love you.”
And I mean every word.
But I need to love me more.
Chapter31
Zak
Ipull Skyla into my chest. She moans, then lets out a deep sigh as she melts into me. The sweet smell of coconut fills my lungs when I bury my nose in the back of her hair. For so long, I missed this. Missedher. I used my anger about my football injury to blunt the loss, but it never filled the void in my heart. I’ve been in love with her for years, and now that I have her, there’s no fucking way I’m giving her up.
She belongs to me, and fuck anyone who tries to take her away.
I won’t lose her again.
When Alek told me yesterday that I needed to take her back to Tyson, I told him I was done. And just as Alek’s head was about to explode at my ballsy response, Luka interrupted with a question about Strathmore Enterprises that I know was more of a deflection than anything else. He probably saw that Alek was about to snap me in half with his bare hands and decided the conversation needed a quick change in direction.
But I’m no idiot. I know that’s not the end of the conversation. At least, not from Alek’s perspective.
I also know Alek is a pretty vindictive bastard who has a lot of creatively brutal ways of making people do what he wants. I’m ready for him, though. And if standing up to the vicious boss of the Severinov Bratva by carrying out a better plan doesn’t earn me respect from my brothers, fuck me if I know what will.
Oh yeah, I still need to figure out that better plan.
“Are you hungry?” I whisper against Skyla’s hair. “You must be starving after all the energy you used up last night fucking me like such a dirty little whore.”
She lets out a breathless chuckle. “I think I’m good with sleep right now.”
“I’ll allow it because I plan on ravaging you again as soon as you’re conscious enough to let me.”
With a quick glimpse over her shoulder, she quirks an eyebrow. “Oh, you don’t want me to beg this time?”
