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“I think I damn well want to try.”
I should have been afraid but I wasn’t. I wasn’t afraid of anything. I had been broken, shattered, and stitched back together, and I felt stronger, wiser, and more in control of my life.
“I lost you,” he said after a long moment.
I smiled. “You didn’t.”
“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice rough.
I tried to stand, but my legs felt weak. “Where is Leo?” I asked, my voice shaking.
Atticus stepped closer and closer until his chest was towering over me. He brushed my hair out of my eyes, and I met his gaze. “Don’t ask me about other men when I’m standing here in front of you, looking at you.” The scent of the outdoors clung to his skin and clothes, like he had been out in the rain the whole night.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I always know where you are, Little Monster. I could find you anywhere. Tell me why you left.”
I swallowed the ball of emotion brewing in my throat. “You locked me up. Lied to August. And your father—”
“What about my father?”
My eyes shimmered with emotion. “He’s not a good man, Atticus.”
He looked solemnly at me. “Neither am I.”
I reached out, my hand trembling as I touched him. His hand caught mine, and he pressed my palm against his cheek. “Yes, you are,” I whispered. “Because I know you will change for me. I know you’ll do whatever in your power to keep me safe but still give me autonomy over my own life.”
He closed his eyes, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought…Christine,” he whispered.
My heart burst at the sound of his voice, the concern in his tone. “I’m right here,” I said and stood, pressing my chest against him.
He exhaled, and a slight smile crept across his face. “You killed twelve of my men, Little Monster,” he whispered.
“They were in my way.”
“I saw the footage of you fighting. You were ruthless. Breathing hard. Dragging a stolen blade across your enemy’s throat without flinching.”
“And yet you doubt me,” I replied. I could feel his hard length pressing against my stomach.
“I don’t doubt you. It’s the rest of the world that I don’t trust.” His lips found mine, and he kissed me with the desperation of a man lost at sea. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
“You left me for days, Atticus. You kept me in the dark. I had no idea what was going on or where you were.”
“If I had my way, you’d never leave my side.”
“So stop pushing me away,” I replied, my tone full of brimstone.
He grabbed my hips, digging into my flesh with his calloused hands. “I left the tower, still thinking how sweet your pussy tasted. Dreaming about how good you clenched my finger while you rode my palm.” My breath hitched as he continued. “I wanted to fuck you, Little Monster. Make you scream my name. Claim you like a man claims the woman he loves. The woman he’s watched and protected for years. The woman he’d do anything for.”
I looked up at him. “So fucking claim me, Atticus.”
My hands dropped to his belt, and I fumbled with the buckle for a moment before I pulled the belt free of his pants. He smirked, his eyes sparkling with lust as I slipped my fingers over the zipper. “I’m going to punish you for running away,” he whispered.
“I’m counting on it,” I replied, my lips curling into an answering smirk. I pushed the pants over his hips, and he kicked them aside. Nothing was going to keep us apart anymore. I wanted Atticus. Now. In this musty bedroom. With my hair a tangled mess. With the pain filling both our chests.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, brushing my thumb over the tip and collecting the few drops of moisture there. His breath caught, and he ground his hips against me. He reached into my hair, grabbing a fistful of strands and tugging hard enough to coax a moan from my lips. “Tell me how much you want my cock,” he groaned.
I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against his chest. His cock was hard, eager to be inside of me, and I wanted a break from the harsh realities of the world. I wanted to revel in the feeling of being wanted by this strong, towering, powerful man.
