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“Yeah,” he grunts and sets his mug down on the counter. “Gianna’s my baby sister.”
I nod and offer him some of the fruit I cut up. “She doesn’t talk about her family. Well, she does mention you but keeps a tight lid on it for the most part.”
“She does that because I don’t like people talking about me. Including her.”
“Why?” I cock my head to the side and pick up a piece of fruit. I bring the melon to my mouth and pop it in, teasing him, seeing his gaze watching my every move.
“Why what?” he asks, bringing those dark eyes of his back to mine.
“Why don’t you want her talking about you?”
War moves in closer to me and takes the fruit from my hand, sets it on the counter, and draws me in flush against his front. “I don’t like anyone talking about me because that’s who I am. If I want them to know, I’ll tell them myself.”
I suck in a breath enjoying the feel of him holding me close . . . the affection he seems to be showing me. It’s something I’ve always said I wanted from a guy, but the few I’ve attempted to with have failed in that department.
“I don’t know if my little sister told you about our childhood, but it was nothing more than a war zone.”
“Gianna doesn’t talk about growing up. She says it’s in the past and quotes the like ‘Hakuna Matata’ and another one that Timon uses about the putting the past behind you to change the future of something.”
War’s lip twitches in the corner, and he shakes his head slightly. “It was her favorite movie growing up.”
“Oh, I know it’s her favorite. When the newLion Kingmovie came out, she forced me to watch it repeatedly with her.” I roll my eyes, not one for Disney movies.
“Better you than me.” He chuckles, his eyes gleaming brightly in amusement. “I had enough of it years ago.”
“Whatever.” I huff and once again note our closeness. I drop my gaze to his naked chest, and for the first time, not that I’ve had much to really see it, I notice the scars marring his skin. I slide a hand up and trail my fingers along the marks and feel him tense. “Someone did this to you.”
When War doesn’t respond right away, I tilt my head back and meet his gaze. His eyes have that fiery look in them, and he clenches his jaw tightly. “Yeah, someone did that to me.”
I drop my hands away from his chest and cast my eyes down, sensing him getting upset. Way more than just upset. I’m also guessing it’s something he doesn’t want to share with me. I get it because we’re not anything.
I start to pull out of his arms, but he doesn’t allow it. War slides his hands up my back and into my loose blonde hair.
“Love this hair, baby. You gotta wear it down more often,” he rasps, his voice thick and husky. He tightens his hands in my hair and pulls back on it, forcing me to meet his gaze once more. “Don’t wanna talk about it right now, baby.” I part my lips to say something, but he beats me to it. “You’re mine, Shyann, and when the times right, I’ll tell you about them. The same goes for my past. Right now, isn’t it. I need to make sure you get what being with me means.”
“Being yours? What it means?” The way he says this confuses me.
“Shyann, I told you already, and I hate repeating myself, but for you, I’ll explain,” he says, releasing my hair and cupping the side of my face. “Two weeks ago, I fucked up telling you to leave my bed. I knew it then. Paid the price for the time. Then I fucked up even more going off on you when you pop up again. Yesterday wasn’t a good day. I needed to be on my toes, not wanting to be tossing you over my shoulder to take you to my room where I could sink back into that tight pussy.”
“Enzo.” I part my lips on a breath.
War steps back from me, leans against the counter again and crosses his arms. This makes him look even sexier than he already is, especially because of the tattoo on display that sits on one of his shoulders, going down his arm to his elbow.
“Baby, I see it in your eyes you don’t get where I’m at with this . . . with us, but you’ll get there. I learned from seeing it happen with Viking and Ice. And knowing what I want, I’m going for it. Meaning, I’m making you my woman.”
Oh boy. The way he says that last part has me wanting to jump him.
“Why, though?” I whisper, fighting the urge inside me. I know we spent a lot of time having sex last night, and then me freaking out because he was still here, and it scares me.
“Because you’re you. Because of the way your pussy tightens on my cock when I’m buried deep inside you.”
A blush heats my cheeks, and I lower my face to keep him from seeing it.
War moves again this time scooping me up bridal style.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his waist as he walks, carrying me out of the kitchen.
“Gonna show you what being mine means. Then after, I’m taking you to the clubhouse where I’ll introduce you to my world.”
