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Sadie tried to kick while I pounded her, her entrance practically milking my cock for what it was worth as she came. As her convulsions began, I pulled out, rubbing myself vigorously to release on her stomach. Seconds later, I caught her before she could slide down the wall and stumbled to get her somewhere that would be more comfortable.
I settled on the couch. We collapsed in a heap, a mixture of gasps, pants, and chuckles. Our bodies became a mushy mess of limbs as we sought to comfort each other, rapturous joy burning me wherever her fingers and lips landed. Nobody had worshiped me this way in the aftermath of sex. There wasn’t a woman on this earth who had been kind like this to my body.
No woman except one woman.
I closed my eyes and bowed toward her, encroaching on her with as much of my body as possible. “Mine.” I repeated it until it felt perfectly normal on my tongue, much like breathing or eating.
Normal and natural—that was a fact of this pairing. She was mine and she would forever be mine.
All that was left was to take the next step. “Pick out a ring.”
“What?”
“I won’t repeat myself, sweet Sadie,” I whispered while taking her chin firmly. “Now be a good girl and do as I say…”
Chapter 11 - Sadie
Boxes were my undoing.
I stared at the bulk of them crowding the living room, the hallway, the doorway to the bathroom. Many of them clogged up the kitchen area, making me wonder how in the hell Andres and I had managed to fuck our way across the apartment. His endurance was incredible.
And my thighs were paying for it.
A perpetual ache had settled in my core. Being without Andres made me feel weak. As I idly rubbed at the mark on my neck, I wondered how I was going to manage moving everything over there in the time he had assigned. He gave me the morning to figure it out, and I didn’t want to keep him waiting.
My phone buzzed.
Gee, I wondered who that could be? It wasn’t even eight yet, and I knew my mother was wide awake and ready to assault me with questions. When had I gotten engaged? How had he proposed? If I was engaged, where was the gosh-darn ring?Blah, blah, blah…
I sighed.
This was all his fault. Every bit of it. He took liberties with my spaceandmy personal life. All my things would soon belong to him—me included. Why the hell did that make me feel good? It wasn’t like he had even asked. He never checked in with me about that kind of plan. He just did it.
It was infuriating.
And it wasentrancing.
None of my ex-boyfriends had taken this kind of initiative. I’d barely had much of a dating history to speak of, let alone one that made my stomach explode with butterflies every time I thought of the possibilities.
That was just the problem, wasn’t it? Because this relationship was a sham. Nothing about it was genuine other than the fact that I was horny for Andres in uncontrollable ways. I wanted to please him. I wanted to be at his feet with my chin in his hand and my hand on my—
Knock, knock.
My startled gasp sent me to the door. Bella sped into the apartment with as many questions as my mother, waving her hands frantically and then digging into my boxes to ask why I was moving. She tripped, hopped over the line of books that had fallen into one of the constricted walkways between boxes, and flopped onto the couch.
She lifted the tie that had somehow managed to end up on the cushions. “I see you celebrated hardcore last night.”
I groaned. “Bella…”
She sat upright. “Sadie!”
Maybe that tone was warranted.Maybe. But I wouldn’t confirm or deny that, not to her. That eager look in her eyes and motherly glare made me want to hide.
I pushed through my discomfort to join her on the couch. “I know you’ve heard the news. My cousins undoubtedly told everyone after the luncheon.”
“Yeah, like, how did you manage to hide a relationship from me when he workedin the same building?”
“Well, I…”
