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“This is wrong,” I choke between kisses.
“That is society talking. Close your mind and feel me.” He yanks the robe apart and drags my nipple into his mouth.
My raging thoughts halt. I should be disgusted by what is happening, but after everything that has transpired over the last few weeks, I just want to forget it all.
“Jamieson… I shouldn’t… this is—” I pant.
“I want you, and I’m willing to burn the fucking world alive to have you.”
“You don't even know me,” I whisper, trying to reason with him.
“I know that being selfish with you is the best fucking thing I will ever do.” I don't even realise he has undone his trousers until I feel his cock nudging at my entrance.
“Wait,” I croak. “Promise me you will keep me safe. Alive.” If I’m giving up my freedom, I want his word in return. Jamieson is a dangerous man, a dangerous rich man. The combination is fatal.
Jamieson roughly grips a thick bunch of my hair in his hand, the pressure prickling at my scalp. Tilting my neck back, he licks up my throat, and quickly thrusts inside me with a guttural groan.
“I promise that you can finally start living, Birdie.” I grip his t-shirt and stare open-mouthed as he stretches me.
Strangely, I believe him. He has kept me safe from Parker, Simon, from myself, even. If I had confessed to the police, I would be facing charges. Everything in my life is shifting around me. I’ve stepped into a world there is no backing out of, and for the first time, I don't care. I want to live. I want to smile without fear. I want to hold on fast to this man and let him protect me.
“I Oh, God. I can feel you everywhere,” I gasp.
My mind screams: Dirty. Wrong. Whore. And I whimper, looking at him for something, anything, to make it stop. He drags my mouth to his, kissing me possessively. With each stroke of his tongue, my mind relents, keeping its thoughts to itself, the arousal so thick it engulfs my psyche, battering my reservations off the balcony and into the city air.
He moves without restraint and I match him thrust for thrust. I kiss him feverishly and begin to unravel above him, accepting my fate. My life is never going to be the same.
I’m not the woman I was two months ago.
I barely recognise myself anymore or my life, before he turned up at the police station.
When the first ripple of an orgasm washes over me, Jamieson switches our positions and pounds into me, roaring with pleasure as I grip him tightly. My walls clench around his cock, and I drag my nails down his back. Sex with Simon was always satisfying, if not a little repetitive, but Jamieson is all-consuming. I can barely come up for air before he is kissing me like a crazed man once again.
“Your cunt is insatiable.” My orgasm erupts between us and I arch, crying out. Strong fingers grip my hips as he slams upwards, and I whimper at the amount of pleasure I’m experiencing.
He stands, jerking me to my feet and thrusting me against the balustrade overlooking Central London. Pushing my neck over the bar, he stretches my legs apart and drops to lick my pussy. His tongue is hot and thick as it penetrates my wetness. Sweeping along my seam and sucking at my clit, he groans loudly, “Fuck baby.”
His fingers slide inside and my legs wobble.
“I’m close,” I whimper, gripping the metal for support.
“Good.” Kicking my leg out and yanking my head back to claim my mouth, he fucks me. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.” He jerks behind me and growls my name, holding himself still. Jamieson drags his thumb across my lips and into my mouth, opening my jaw slightly before dipping his head round to sweep his tongue inside. His cock throbs at the connection and his brow creases. “I’m going to set this world on fucking fire to keep you, Birdie.”
* * *
I’m dozing on the sofa with my head on Jamieson’s lap. After what happened on the balcony, I needed a moment of privacy, but he wouldn’t allow it, so here we are. He’s not quite ready to let me out his sight, and I’m done being holed up in that damn room. As soon as I settled on the sofa, he had taken me with the same ferocious need. Now I’m trying to realign my thoughts. People say sex is just sex, but this man sets my body on fire. He cares about my life and my future. He took me sailing, for Christ’s sake. I’d asked Simon to take me for years. Jamieson takes what he wants, but he wants to give too. He’s giving me a chance to live. Biting my lip, I sneak a glance at him. He’s beautifully handsome, boyish yet rough. Confident and ruthless. He fucks like tonight is our last night.
His phone buzzes against my shoulder. Shifting, he retrieves it and answers, “Yes.”
“I know all about your little bird locked in your apartment.” He stands abruptly, and I blink, startled by the loud venomous tone on the other end. “I’d hate for her to lose her wings.” I scramble away, but Jamieson grips my wrist and pulls me to his chest. The person laughs. “She’s such a frightened little thing, is she not?”
Oh my God, they can see us.
“Choose your words very carefully, Father.”
Father?
“You’ve had your fun. End this now. The Panel is finite on this.”
