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“You were made for me,” he whispers against my hair.
“No, you were made for me,” I say as I bite his other nipple. We stay tangled in each other and fall asleep, exhausted from our passionate lovemaking.
~ Chapter Sixteen ~
Alexander
The moment I found her, I wanted her so fucking badly that even if she’d have turned me down, I don’t think I would have been able to stop myself from kissing her. Then she instigated sex, and I’m not just talking about plain vanilla sex. She wanted me exactly as I am—hard and rough.
And I have to tell you it was, hands down, the best fucking sex of my entire life. No question about it. Three amazing fucks in the space of a few hours. This woman is pure perfection, an absolute dream.
She knows about the dark side of me and how being with me is a danger and yet she didn’t run. Now we have to announce our upcoming wedding for two reasons. One, the entire world needs to know that Alexander Black has met the woman he will spend the rest of his life with and that she is mine. And two, it tells all my enemies that I don’t give a fuck about their threats. Come at us if they want to, but my woman will stand by my side and fight them as hard as I will.
Rebecca is amazing in every way possible. I emptied myself inside her three times last night, each time more intense than the last, and she never even mentioned it. She isn’t on birth control that I know of, as she never asked for it when she moved in with me and I never found any pills in her purse that first night I took her phone from her. Unless, of course, she’s on something more long-term.
I’ve never been with a woman bare, never wanted to, and yet with Rebecca there was never a doubt that I wanted to explode within her, mark her forever as mine. And if she falls pregnant, so be it. I’ll love our child just as much as I love its mother and I’ll protect them both till my dying breath.
She stirs in my arms and I hold her even closer, not wanting any separation. My cock begins to stir against her, letting us both know it’s there to serve if need be. “Again? Really?” she asks.
I chuckle low in my throat. “I’m always ready to give you what you need, sweetheart.”
She rolls off me, kissing my cheek on her way. “Hold that thought. I was thinking.”
“Hmmm, what were you thinking? I’m extremely interested to know, especially when you should have been completely at peace in your sleep.”
“Well, these enemies of ours that are after you, how many do we have? How many do we need to take down?”
A smile forms on my lips. My amazing woman is talking about my enemies as ours—she really is as strong as I thought she would be. “There are currently two other players in the illegal gun trade trying to take over my turf, but they won’t succeed. Then there is Richard Lexington. He has the connections and the money to actually make something happen if he wanted to.”
She nods. “Okay, so we need to stop him before he even has the chance to try. When we announce our engagement, we should pay him a visit. Show him how we aren’t afraid of him and that he should fear us instead. I’ll tell him to back the fuck off from what’s mine.”
She climbs back on top of me and guides my now iron-hard cock to her entrance, slowly seating herself all the way, taking me in one fluid movement. I don’t think I have ever seen anything as fucking erotic in my life.
I clear my throat, needing to somehow hide just how gone for her I am. “It’s a good plan. He’s in London, so we could make the announcement at my head office, then wait for him to contact us. He could never resist making an appearance when someone took headlines away from him.”
“I can handle an interview if you want to do it that way, but I was thinking of doing it another way. What if we announce it on my blog? I have a couple of million followers and whatever I write about always goes viral. This will be no exception. The mysterious billionaire, Alexander Black, is off the market. Trust me, it will spread like wildfire. The other benefit is he would have to come to us, so we’d be in control of the location and the meeting. Therefore, we’d have the upper hand to take him down, and he will know it.”
I love her faith in taking him down, and the way her mind worked is marvelous. It will help for us to be on the front foot and him on the back; with us in control he won’t dare try anything, at least not at this meeting.
“I like that idea. I’ll organize a professional photographer to come and take an official portrait for the release.”
“No. Harold or Thelma will take the photo for us. It will look far more intimate and you will be more comfortable if we have someone we both trust taking the photos instead of a stranger.”
I nod, agreeing with her once again. My woman sure does have an incredible head on her shoulders. I will certainly feel more comfortable if those already in my life are the ones to be a part of this, instead of asking an outsider.
“We will stage the photos in the rose garden at the back of our home. We will take several photos, one of you on bended knee, my shocked face, and of course a kiss too, then we will also have a close-up showing the ring. Typical engagement style photos. Then I’ll upload them to my blog with an incredibly lovey dovey post and send it out into the world. I can guarantee that within twenty-four hours, it will have gone viral.”
She chooses that moment to increase her pace, riding me faster and harder, I grip her hips roughly with my hands and pull her down on me, matching her downward strokes with my own upward thrusts, it only takes us a matter of minutes to be on the edge. “Come with me, Alexander,” she begs.
I thrust twice more. “No, you come for me.” She screams my name loudly and I feel her walls clamp around me, milking me completely dry when I explode inside her again. I pull her close and kiss her wildly, and when she finally makes a move to get off me, I let her. She looks down at her leg and sees my semen sliding down her thigh.
“I’ll have a belly full of arms and legs soon if we keep on at this pace.” Her eyes come up to meet mine.
“Would that be a problem for you?” I ask, and surprisingly the emotion within me is hope. Hoping with everything in me that she doesn’t say yes.
“Nope. You have heard the rhyme, haven’t you? First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Rebecca with the baby carriage. If I fall pregnant soon though, we’ll need to get married before I’m showing. Deal?”
The fact that she is okay with falling pregnant is a great relief as I have no plans to stop having her every chance I get, and I’m certainly not about to start using a condom now I know how amazing she feels around me, completely naked, skin on skin.
