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He nods, “I would tell Mia. She’d have my balls for breakfast. Any woman is going to think you’re fucking around when you refuse to say where you’ve been. It sounds bad.”
I glance over to Max, “Are you going to kill him?”
He shakes his head, “No. Not unless he’s trafficking women. I’m planning to attempt to get you out of this peacefully. Going after him will start a war I’m not interested in. If he starts the battle, I’ll fight it. It’s better for everyone if it doesn't come to that. Both sides would lose men and women. I’m not prepared to lose anyone.”
I nod in understanding. They have a much smaller team than DeLuca does. It’s clear to me how close they are. It wouldn’t be like losing an employee. These people are family.
“Thank you for your help.”
They rise from their chairs, Hunter says, “Go talk to your girl. If you hadn’t told us the whole story, I would have thought you found a new pussy to play with too. You can’t leave her feeling like that. Not if you love her.”
Without another word, I leave the coffee shop and walk quickly to get back to the apartment and fix things. When I walk into the gallery, I take a deep breath as I make my way to the elevator. As I step into the apartment, I hear Ivy screaming. I run to the bedroom and find her packing my shit in boxes while yelling, ‘fucking piece of shit.’ My patience with her snaps. I grab her by her hips and toss her on the bed. Climbing over her, I straddle her hips and hold her hands above her head, “Fucking brat.”
She glares at me, “Let me go.”
I grin, “I don’t think so, Princess. I told you before, I’ll say it again since you’re confused. You’re mine. I’ll never walk away from you.”
Ivy bucks her hips, trying to throw me off her, but all she accomplishes is grinding her wet pussy into my hard dick. Her face turns beet red in frustration.
“It’s okay, Princess. My cock misses your pussy too.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
IVY
I’ve stayed strong for six long weeks only because I kept Nash at arm's length. Him this close to me has my resolve dissolving fast. I hate the way my traitorous body aches for him.
“This is my fault, Princess. I gave you the illusion that you had more control than you do. I love you and you had the right to be upset. So, I let you act like a fucking brat. That ends now. If you want to be a brat, you will be punished.”
I lie immobile as he grinds his cock against my clit.
“If it’s your fault maybe you should be punished.”
He chuckles against my neck, “Six weeks without touching you, kissing you, fucking this pretty little cunt, I think that’s enough punishment.”
“Where did you go that night?”
Licking up the side of my neck, he says, “I’m going to tell you everything, but not before I fuck what’s mine.”
With one hand, he undoes his pants, removes his cock, pushes my shorts to the side, and growls, “Your pussy is crying for me, Princess. So, fucking wet.”
Nash pushes inside me with a groan, “Fuck.”
He lets go of my wrists, places them on the mattress on either side of me, and presses his lips to mine, kissing me like a wild animal. Biting my bottom lip, his tongue demanding and rough. Our teeth clash as he growls, he’s feral.
His thrusts pick up speed and intensity. There’s no rhythm, it's chaotic and wild. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams into me.
“Nash!”
“Good girl. Strangle my fucking cock with this beautiful cunt.”
My pussy squeezes his dick as white spots dot my vision. I dig my nails into his back, screaming for him.
He grunts a deep sound of satisfaction as he comes just seconds after I do.
“You will never again tell me I can’t touch you. Kiss you. Fuck you.”
I whimper when he pulls out of me, instantly feeling the loss.
