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“Malibu — wait…really?” she asks, and I nod. “Christ. Of course. Rich asshole. And you’re just going to keep me locked up in your condo in Malibu for the rest of my life?”
“One,” I say as I take a step toward her, and she takes one back. “I do not live in acondo.” I feel my lip curl with the word. “I would never spend my hard-earned money on a fucking condo. I live on the beach, where the closest neighbor is over a mile away.”
“Two.” I take another step, and she bumps into the wall as she tries to move away. “I will not keep you locked up. This isn’t some weirdBeauty and the Beastretelling. You’ll have a life with me. I’ll keep your father away, and you can have a life on the West Coast. Where it isn’t freezing six months out of the fucking year.”
“You can’t just kidnap me.”
I smile and shrug as I close the distance between us. I move slowly, treating her like a skittish puppy. My fingers crawl up her bare stomach, between her breasts, and then over her collarbone. Goose bumps break out across her pale skin when I wrap my hand around her throat, my thumb grazing her pulse point.
“I can, Clara. I really can.” I lean in and kiss her jaw. “But I don’t want to. I’d prefer you come willingly. Over…and over…and over again.”
I smile against her soft skin as I kiss her all over, and she sighs as she relaxes in my grip. She just melts for me, and I fucking love it. My other hand skirts over her hip and then around her hip. I tug her flush with my body. She fits too fucking perfectly in my arms. I think I would kidnap her if that’s what it took.
“I’m not leaving Boston without you, doll face.” I kiss her lips again, softly at first. But when she opens and lets me in, I devour her, swiping my tongue against her own before tugging on her bottom lip with my teeth. She already has me wanting more of her. I could do this for hours, tasting and touching her, taking my time.
“I can’t just leave my life here,” she says, her voice breathy and weak. “My friends, my job, my apartment…”
“Vanessa can come anytime she pleases. And we can always come back to visit.” We lock eyes, and I try to make her realize my promises aren’t empty. “And you hate this apartment.”
“I hate it, but it’s mine!” Her eyes are watery. “It may be awful, but I paid for it. This is the first place I lived without my dad’s help.”
“Baby girl.” I give her a sympathetic smile. “It smells like pizza. Like…all the time.”
She fights back a laugh as she playfully shoves me.
“Come with me, Clara.”
I kiss down her body as I sink to my knees on the hardwood floor. It physically pains me to beg, to get on my literal knees for someone. But to be on my knees for the woman in front of me? Worth it.
“I don’t get on my knees for anyone. Ever.” I bite her thigh. “But I’m on them for you.” I lift her leg and place it on my shoulder before leaning forward and parting her slit with my tongue. I suck hard on her clit and watch as her head falls back against the wall. “Say yes.”
Her fingers run over the smooth, shaved sides of my head before tangling into the longer strands and pulling me back to her perfect cunt.
“Finish what you started,” she commands, her voice deeper than normal, husky and so fucking hot. “And then maybe I’ll consider it.”
Epilogue
CLARA
A month later…
“I will never get tired of coming home to this view.”
I roll over in the bed we’ve been sharing for the past few weeks and stretch. They look so fucking handsome today, dressed in a loose-fitting pantsuit with a leather harness around their torso. Their hair is pulled up into a bun that’s halfway falling out. I wonder where they’ve been all day, who they’ve been chasing.
The first week I came here, I refused to stay in their bed, wanting to keep some semblance of freedom. But as things progressed, and I realized I was just as desperate for them as they were for me, I started sleeping in their room instead. I stopped letting my anxiety control what my body and heart wanted to do. So, here I am, tangled in their white sheets — naked — as the warm breeze from the ocean comes in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun’s setting rays are casting a golden glow over them as they look down at me, hands in their pockets.
“You look very handsome today, stalker.” I reach out and grab hold of their harness. “Come join me.”
“I fucking love it when you call me handsome. Do you know how hot that is?”
I know how much their more masculine side loves to be acknowledged, but it’s the truth. They are handsome and gorgeous at the same time. Their lips are feminine and full, but their jaw is sharp and strong. Their pretty blue eyes are lined with long lashes that would make any woman weep with envy. And their muscles are strong and sinewy, with veins that make my thighs clench. They are perfect in every sense of the word, whether it be in a feminine or masculine way. I like every little piece of it.
Io tumbles on top of me, our bodies tangling together as our mouths open and tongues explore. I love the way they taste and feel, their body strong as they move over me. I’ve never felt this way with another partner, the way they take care of me while simultaneously giving me the most earth-shattering orgasms. It’s sinful and heavenly at the same time — wrapped up in one perfect package.
“I want to be inside of you,” they whisper in my ear as their hand travels down my body. “Will you let me fuck you,ma petite myrtille?”
“My hair isn’t blue anymore, so that nickname makes no sense.” I’m panting already, and I’m wet and needy. My hips roll up to meet their fingers as they dip below my panty line.
