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“The way I see it, that’s a sign if there were any. This pussy, baby,” I murmur, shifting my weight to brace myself on one arm while I cup one of her tits with the other. “These tits, your whole body, it’s all I want. I don’t need anything else, and I know that now.”
The way her lips part, she seems to look into the very depths of me. I know she gets that I’m speaking nothing but the truth.
I move slowly within her pussy, savoring the feel of her, holding her gaze, giving her something I’ve never given anyone else. A connection between the two of us that’s unlike any other. The release in both of us hits at the same time. I capture her lips, sealing the last of the moment with her at this time.
I don’t know what it is about her that’s drawn me to her . . . maybe it’s her innocence. Either way, she’s mine, and I’m not letting her go.
* * *
“We need to get out of bed,” she whispers, trailing her fingers along my chest.
“Yeah, but I’d prefer to do other things.” I grin, tilting my head down to look at her. “I’m thinking of tying you to the bed and keeping you there while I have my wicked way with your sexy body.”
The blush that coats her cheeks goes straight to my dick. She likes the idea of me doing it. I store that bit for later. Right now, though, I need to feed her before we do anything else.
“Come on, baby.” I move to get out of the bed, dragging her with me.
The sound of a phone vibrating hits my ears, and I reach out to where we both put our cells. It’s not mine that’s going off, but Shyann’s. I get a glance at the screen, and my stomach plummets at the message.
Unknown: Heed the warning. You’re nothing but a waste of space. Every breath you take is one you take from others. Remember, you’ll get what you deserve bitch.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, holding Shyann’s phone for her to see.
Shyann takes it, reads it, and shakes her head. “People are just crazy.”
“Baby, that ain’t just a crazy person. They fuckin’ threatened you.” My lip curls in anger at what I saw. “Why would someone be threatening you?”
Sighing, Shyann meets my gaze. “You know how Gianna has her blog? Well, I have a podcast. I broadcast around the world and talk about anything and everything I feel like. Mostly it’s anything from politics to religion or pop culture. I have a Facebook page and Twitter account where people tell me all the time they enjoy listening to my views and opinions. I put it out there, and they understand it. Though the downside is I have a few haters.” She shrugs and climbs out of bed.
Shyann strides across the room and to the bathroom, seeming to think this is the last of her talking about this, but she’s in for a rude awakening if that’s the case.
No way am I gonna stand for this shit.
Fuck that. I’ll drop it for the time being, but only so I can get Pirate to look into it. No one is gonna threaten Shyann, just like she’s not gonna be alone ever again.
CHAPTERSEVEN
SHYANN
“What’s up with all the plants and shit you got in here? It looks like some hippy lives here,” War asks, lifting his mug of coffee I gave him just a moment ago while leaning against my counter.
“There’s nothing wrong with hippy,” I counter in my defense. “I like my plants and stuff, as you put it in other words. Some people, I guess, call it hippy. Others say it’s the life of a gypsy, but for the most part, it’s boho.”
“Boho? What the fuck are you talking about baby?” He quirks a brow, making him even sexier than he already is.
“You know . . . Bohemian? It’s a way of life.” I shrug and cut up the fruit in front of me I pulled out to have for us to eat.
“That’s an actual thing,” he snorts, shaking his head, his lips turned up in amusement.
I twist to look at him, a hand planted on my hip. “There is nothing wrong with the way I live.”
War grins, his eyes trailing up and down my body taking in the maxi skirt that sits on my hips and the crochet top I’m wearing that’s not more than a cropped halter-top sitting inches below my breasts. “No, baby, there’s nothing wrong with the way you live.”
A shiver of sheer pleasure, the sound of his voice shoots down my spine and makes me clench my thighs together in anticipation.
“Definitely suits you, considering everything I’ve seen you wear,” he murmurs, nodding to my clothes, “makes my dick hard.”
I blush and drop my gaze to the floor, only to shake my head and bite my lower lip. “So, um, you’re Gianna’s brother.” I lift my gaze back to his just in time to see him eyeing my mouth.
