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I combed a hand through my hair, dislodging the hair tie. "Uh, yeah, he was there to pick up his paycheck and tell me he was leaving. I may have gotten a little enraged. Didn't help that I thought you might overhear everything he was saying."
"Nah, I left right away. Reality kind of set in once you were gone." She chuckled. "Nothing to do with you. Wait, were your feelings hurt?"
"What? No. Of course not," I lied.
A loud clang interrupted me, and I looked towards the door, which someone had slammed. The little window in the door that was used to give prisoners food slid open and Wanda's face popped into it.
"Not to worry, I worked things out with Harold. We're free to go. He dropped all charges." That was no surprise. Somehow, whenever Wanda got arrested, the charges magically disappeared within a few hours. She and Daisy had a certain charm, I supposed. That or they didn't want to deal with those two in jail.
"Wanda, why did you close the door?" Mira protested.
"You two look like you could use a few hours alone. Don't be afraid to use forceful interrogation methods, Mira. I heard him lie to your face a moment ago," Wanda barked. "Someone will come by in a few hours and let you go. Probably."
"Probably?" Mira gasped, but Wanda had already slammed the little door closed. She turned back on me. "So what did you lie about?"
I swallowed. "I was a little fucking hurt that you just vanished, okay? We were in the middle of something. And I wanted you. I always want you. Even that first time we met. Hell, even now."
"Oh," she said, staring up at me, wide-eyed. "Why didn't you just say that."
I shrugged, staring at the door for a moment. "You're going through something that's fucking difficult. Any decisions you make will alter the course of your life, and that shouldn't be about some asshole you met. It should be about what's in here." I placed a hand over her heart, feeling the way it pounded, a little too fast.
"What if that asshole I met has wormed his way in here?" she asked, laying her small hand over mine. "Does he deserve a place in my decisions then?"
I swallowed, holding her gaze. "Even then. I want you to make the decision that's best for you — the decision you'd make, even if I wasn't here."
She stared at me for a long, tense moment, then smiled. "I choose the bookstore. I'm going to use the check, buy Luna's share, and live my dream life. Fuck med school," she said. "I'm never going back to that hell — It wasn't for me. And also, fuck you for saying you shouldn't be part of my decision, because I'm so damn in love with you that it's not even funny. You're going to be part of every decision I make from here on out, because the most important thing to me is seeing you smile." She tiltedher head. "That, and watching the way your face gets all cute and scrunched up when you come."
"Scrunched up?" I asked.
"Gunnar," she hissed. "Focus. I just told you I love you."
Grinning, heart warm and full, I shoved Mira against the cold stone wall, cupping the back of her head and devouring her mouth. "Obviously I love you," I rasped, tasting the sweetness of her tongue, reveling in the softness of her lips. I couldn't get enough — would never be able to get enough. "I've loved you since you offered me your asshole in the middle of my goddamn workshop. I've loved you since you stormed into my house and took every dare I threw at you, then took that anal hook like you'd been doing BDSM for years. Your body, on display for me, your cunt dripping and needy. I live for that shit, Mira. It consumes me. You consume me."
"Oh." Her eyes warmed.
"And because you asked. That time in my truck? I left because I was fucking afraid of how I was feeling for you. Because I'm a coward, and I wanted to own you, but didn't know how to ask."
She grinned up at me. "Well, you own me now. What are you going to do with it?"
"Strip," I commanded, ripping my shirt off. Her eyes flashed defiance and need as they roamed over my body. Fuck, she got off on this. On me taking control.
Mira obeyed, peeling off her clothes until she stood naked before me, her curves flushed pink. I palmed my cock through my jeans, rock hard for her. "On your hands and knees on the bed. Now."
She turned and climbed up onto the rock-hard plastic mattress in the holding cell, presenting her ass and cunt to me like a bitch in heat. I kissed her pussy, then shifted and bit the soft flesh of her left ass cheek, lingering long enough to leave a mark that would last. "We're making a contract, understood? We'll outline exactly how I own your body, exactly how I can use these holes. Your limits. Your needs. It'll all be in there."
"Okay," she whimpered, arching her back, inviting me in. "Can one of my needs be your cock?"
I chuckled softly as I teased her slick folds, dipping a finger inside her heat. "So wet for me already. You really are desperate to be fucked, aren't you, pet?"
Mira whimpered, arching into my touch. "Please, Sir."
I chuckled, withdrawing completely. She cried out at the loss, glaring over her shoulder. I smacked her ass again in warning. "Who gets to decide when you come?"
"You."
Triumph filled me, hot and heady. She was mine in every way that mattered. I shoved two fingers deep inside her, scissoring them apart, fucking her wet folds, and she screamed, slammingher hips back against my hand as I added another finger, and another. Her pussy was drenched, quivering around my fingers as I rammed them into her again and again.
"That's my girl." I curled my fingers, nudging that sweet spot, until she was shaking, begging. I let up, allowing her body to cool, then started all over again, until she was sobbing, begging. I eased off, gently lapping at her swollen clit. She tasted of sin and salvation, and I groaned against her flesh.
