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She snorted. “I’m sure you’ve wanted plenty of other women.”
I looked at her with a completely serious expression. “Ciara, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Not even one other person.”
Whatever she saw in my eyes confirmed what I’d just told her. She smiled faintly, dropping her food to the sand alongside mine and moving. She stood from her chair and came atop mine, straddling me and wrapping both arms around my neck as she leaned in close to my face. “I have something else I want to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“You know how I feel about guns. You know that they make me anxious, and if I can avoid them, I do. But there’s one exception.” I furrowed my brows. “When you have a gun, it doesn’t terrify me the way it does when anyone else has one. I know that you have been keeping them away from me, but I will still feel just as safe if you carry one.”
Those words meant more to me than I could explain. In the midst of this entire situation, knowing that she felt even a hint of safety with me was something I couldn’t ignore. Something I wouldn’t forget. I pulled her higher on my lap and wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck, drawing her down to me and meeting her lips. I couldn’t explain to her how much it meant that she trusted me with her life, but I could show her.
I could show her that she wouldalwaysbe safe with me.
I could show her precisely how much I would do to ensure that safety, despite all this shit happening around us.
She moaned against my mouth, and I pulled her down harder, slipping a hand beneath her shirt and running it up her back as she ground into my hips. “How private is this beach access?” she asked.
“A quarter mile in either direction,” I told her with a smirk. “Veryprivate.”
“Good.”
Her mouth found its way back down onto mine in an instant. Shedding our clothes was quick work for each of us. It happened quickly enough that I couldn’t be sure who removed what—just that all that remained was bare skin between us and the warmth of her seeping into me in every place we touched.
When she sank onto my cock, there was little buildup or anticipation of what was to come. There was only the need that wafted from Ciara like a drug and my willingness to let her doanythingto me.
I realized as she took me wholly, moaning toward the setting sun at our backs, that I’d be anyone she wanted me to be. I’d do anything for her.
There was only one thing I couldn’t do, even if she asked it of me.
I could never let her go.
I gripped both of her hips as I felt the pleasure growing. I needed it to stop—to slow down—but it continued plummeting through me. I sat up and lifted her, and somehow, when she wrapped her legs around me, she managed to take me even deeper than before.
I stepped toward the untouched blanket I’d laid out for us before resting her gently atop it and looking down at her.
The brightness in her eyes only grew as she arched her back and pressed both palms into my chest, breathing rapidly enough to let me know she was close to her orgasm. “You can come, Ciara,” I told her. “You’ve earned it.”
My words broke the damn between us, and she cried out as her release barreled through her. Watching her come like this was extraordinary in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d held back on her the last time, and I hadn’t given her this gift since then.
Now, as she cried and rocked beneath me, I found my release right alongside her. Release barreled through me, and I clutched the blanket beside her head, shouting all the pent-up lust I’d been feeling for months. Ciara was the endgame for me. She was all I needed, and I wouldn’t let anything come between us.
Not now.
Not ever.
Chapter Eighteen
Ciara Gilroy
I found myself floating on cloud nine for over a week after our night on the beach, and that contentment only multiplied each subsequent evening I spent with him. I learned more about Viktor every day. He told me about his childhood in Russia and how he never thought he’d amount to anything. He explained that his father was caught doing a crime and executed, and his mother left him with his grandmother.
His grandma brought him here, and he immediately made his way into the ranks of the boss before him. He learned that brutality was awarded, and he eventually found himself in a position to take everything, so he did.
He told me about the things he regretted and the things he never would.
He told me about everything, and I shared similarly intimate details about my own life. Over the weeks, it had become real in a way nothing else ever had, and I knew that this wasn’t going to end between us. Viktor was mine, not just in name, and nothing would change that.
The smell of Sean’s cooking waffles turned my stomach, and I barely managed to choke down roiling nausea as I spread peanut butter and honey on them before going to the bathroom to release my breakfast in the toilet. I usually had a tough stomach, and I’d never had an issue with keeping down food. The only time it had ever been a problem for me had been…
