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We descend the stairs at a record pace. Kai waits for me when we come busting through the door. That fucker is fast. He was chosen to be the one to carry out the actual hit since his familiarity and expert training would give us the best odds of being swift. The rest of us were there for backup.
We speed off in different directions. Aurora is safe, and now we wait. Our next move and how things will play out from here rests with her. Will she betray me now that she’s free? This is only the start of redemption for my mother and father, but it all starts with her. Once I have her hand in marriage, the rest of my plan which involves bringing in my siblings, can commence.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Auora
1 WEEK LATER
The scent of peony and blush suede bath oil from Jo Malone wafts from the tub, bringing back the recent memories of Dublin when we soaked in the tub together between fuck-a-thons. This is my thoughtful Lennon from the cocoon. I stand in the bathroom doorway, and he motions for me to come in. As he turns to shut off the water, I quickly remove the clothes I’ve been wearing for the last couple of days. I never want to see them again. They can be burned for all I care. Once I undress, my unwanted shyness comes back with a vengeance. I attempt to cover my lady parts the best I can. It’s hard to just let myself be naked in front of him with all this light and him staring at me. It doesn’t help that he’s the epitome of perfection. A small smile creeps across his lips, but it has a hint of sadness. That smile falters with he sees the bruises on my ribs.
“So many fucking bruises,” he growls. “I wish I could have killed those motherfuckers myself.” He’s already lectured me about my stupid actions, but he is working to move past them. Things worked better than either of us could have imagined. My father gave Lennon his blessing to marry me—more like it was his idea.
“Lennon, please stop. I don’t want to think about Amerie or the betrayal. Please let it go. Help me forget. Erase what they put me through.”
“Did Amerie let that fucking guy touch you? I mean—”
“I know what you mean, and no, Marty didn’t actually rape me. The two of them just wanted it broadcasted that I was no longer a virgin as an extra kick to my father. They knew no heir would want me now. They brought in two of my father’s soldiers at the last minute to be the muscle for their flawed operation. Apparently, Lorenzo and Enzo were the intended abductors before your men ruined their plans. On the bright side, the path is clear now to get married, so at least something good happened out of this entire debacle. The bruises look worst than they actually feel.”
“Thank fuck you weren’t raped. I’m not angry with you, but I hate that you trusted someone so fucking evil. I’ll drop it now for your sake. This week without you has been hell. I’m just glad your father agreed to let you spend the weekend here at my penthouse toget to knowme. You’re safe, and that’s all that matters, but those bruises make me feel murderous. If we uncover that more than those four are involved, I’ll kill every motherfucker who had a part.”
“Let’s get back to the here and now, okay? I miss you. You’ve drawn this wonderful bath for me. I don’t want to waste it.”
That suggestion works to bring him back to focusing on this moment. A wicked smile forms on his beautiful lips as he walks me the rest of the way to the tub. He helps me into the bath, and I’m happy to be submerged within the warm water and silky bubbles.
“Relax, little bird,” he encourages.
I lean back as he gets on his knees and leans over the tub. He then begins to wet my hair. It isn’t until he applies some herbal shampoo that I realize he is going to wash my hair again like he did once before back at his home when I fractured my ribs. I close my eyes as his nimble fingers massage my scalp. At this moment, nothing else matters. All the horrible events in the days begin to dissipate into a distant memory. Amerie is dead to me even though she really is, and I don’t want to give her another thought.
Lennon rinses my hair with an attachment that he connected to the faucet, and a moan slips past my lips. I wonder if it’s the same one he got from Bridget. The water pressure on my scalp feels amazing. His hands pause at my moan, and I smile. I love how easily I affect him. He moves on to bathing me with a sponge, but his attention to my breasts lets me know just how affected he really is. I should have the cleanest breasts in the world.
“I think they’re clean now, Lennon,” I say in reference to the girls.
“Hmm, let me check,” he offers. He leans down even farther over the tub and takes a nipple into his mouth. I’m stunned for a second, but then I melt into him. There is an instant tingle down below that gets me worked up. I need him now. My whimpers are the only encouragement he needs. He swirls his tongue around my nipple, then switches to the other one. He has me squirming within seconds. When he steps back to remove his clothes in a frenzy, I know exactly where this is going. He gets into the tub with me, and water sloshes everywhere. I try to lean forward, but he has me stand, turns me to face him, and then takes my place. He pulls me down to straddle his lap. The look in his eyes is devious. I’m all in.
“Lift up, babe,” he prompts.
I know what he’s really telling me, so I lift and line up his already hard cock at my entrance. I’m so wet for him that no priming is needed. I ease down on his length, and I can’t help but bite my lip on the way down. He fills me completely, and it feels so damn good.
“Shit,” I moan. “God, Lennon.” Those are the only syllables I can get out.
“That’s right. Take it all. Take what belongs to you.” He bounces me up and down on his dick, but the pace is too slow. I’m so hungry for this man, and I just can’t get enough. I tighten my knees on his outer thighs to stabilize my balance in the slippery water before I slam back down on his cock. Setting a chaotic rhythm, I’m desperate for release.
“Fuck me, little bird,” he encourages with a wicked grin.
He continues his assault on my nipples, and I swear I’m about to explode. His hands caress my back, and the alternating sensations have me on the brink of sensory overload. So gentle and sensual, yet this is pure fucking—savage and raw. My legs quiver as the buildup begins again. The grip of my knees on his thighs slips, but Lennon doesn’t miss a beat. His hands snake down to my hips, and he keeps us on the rhythm I have set.
“I’m almost thereeeee …” I scream.
“Get there because I’m right there with you,” he admits. He slams me down one more time, and I lose it. I come all over him with the force of a tidal wave. He lets out his own groan before falling over the edge with me. I can feel him throbbing as I milk every ounce of cum from him. My legs shake with the aftershock as we both work to come back from that epic release.
“So it looks like I’ve gotten you all dirty again,” Lennon says while smiling.
“It’s okay. I like your kind of dirty,” I tease.
I remain in his embrace. Neither one of us wants to be the first to let go. I can already feel him growing hard again. I snicker, and he smacks my ass.
“See what happens when my dick is anywhere near your sweet cunt? You make me insatiable.” He rubs the spot he just smacked. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I’m far from done with you. Tonight, we’ll fuck, make love, and then fuck again. I want to do all the depraved shit to you that I know we both need to get out of our heads. The rest of the world can wait.”
