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“Yes,” I say, losing my fucking mind.
“Good. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, knowing I’ve lost but not giving a damn. “I’m all yours, Erick, please—”
He slams into me once. I gasp, crying out. He slams again, again, fucks me, reaches around to rub my clit with his fingers as we start to grind into each other, and I’m gone, totally lost, exploding into him as he takes me. Hands on my breasts, in my hair, fingers in my mouth, making me taste myself as he fucks me faster, takes me like a monster. He feels so good, and yes, god, yes, I’m his toy, his slut, his dirty girl, his filthy Hellie, and I want him to fuck me until I’m nothing more than bliss. He gives me more, gives me every inch of him, hammers me into the bed until I come, fuck, I come so hard I’m gasping into the sheets unable to form words anymore. He growls in my ears, more beast than man, both of us sweating, and pulls back once my orgasm passes. He turns me, slides his cock in my mouth, makes me suck him and lick him, until he finally finishes on my tongue. I swallow him, every drop.
We’re a heap of bodies on the bed. I’m breathing hard and barely conscious. He pulls me against him and holds me tight. “I missed you,” he whispers.
“You missed fucking me.”
“I absolutely did, you’re right. But I missed you too. And I’m glad you finally said it.”
“Does it count? If you tortured it out of me?”
“Oh, it counts even more.”
I’m grinning to myself, eyes fluttering shut. I’ve barely slept over the last day, and after that, I’m basically out of energy.
“You’re right, it counts.”
“All mine,” he whispers, kissing my neck, and I nuzzle in closer to feel his warmth and let myself drift.
Chapter39
Erick
Iwatch Hellie sleep for a while. She’s exhausted and she needs rest, which is why I’m quiet when I slip out of bed. I shower, clean myself off, and get dressed before heading to the back of the house. Tony’s standing guard and he grunts once, his way of saying everything’s as it should be. I dismiss him, knock, and step into the room.
Hellie’s father is right where we left him. He’s sitting in the chair now, paging through some random thriller novel that he found somewhere. Probably hidden away in a drawer from years earlier. He looks up and lowers the book.
“Mr. Costa,” he says. “I was waiting for you to show up.”
“Danny.” I remain standing, and he doesn’t move. “Your daughter doesn’t want me to kill you. I’m not sure I have much of a choice in the matter. What do you think?”
He laughs. The bastard seems delighted as he tosses the book onto the bed. “We always have choices, Costa. You just have to think them through.”
“From my perspective, you made your decision already. You committed suicide the second you chose to go through with your plan to rob me, Frost and Gallo. If we’re talking about thinking things through, your plan seems very short-sighted.”
“I can see why you might think that.”
“Did you really imagine you’d pull it off?”
“I did.” He smirks at me, the arrogant bastard. I don’t know what Hellie sees in him, but this is her father. We’re blind to our family sometimes, a problem I can see in myself. “But here we are.”
I step closer. “What really happened?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You claim your partner backstabbed you, but I don’t buy it. You’re a con man, Danny. You always have an angle. What really happened?”
“I’m a sick old man now and my days of playing every side are long gone.”
I don’t believe him. It’d be stupid to think anything that comes out of this man’s mouth remotely resembles truth, but I don’t have much of a choice at the moment. Hellie cares about him, which means I’m stuck.
“I need information. If you want a shot at breathing past the next two days, I need everything you can tell me about where the money’s at.”
“Can’t do it. The second I tell you, all my leverage is gone. Sorry, Erick, but we need a deal first.”
