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I cry out and he laughs.
“I’m going to marry you, Birdie, and take you on the altar when everyone is celebrating. How does your pussy.” Thrust. “Like.” Thrust. “That.”
I come apart, screaming in a raspy croak. He loosens his grip around my neck, and I suck in a lungful of air, dropping forward.
“Good girl.” He hums, fucking me.
Holy shit.
He growls, emptying himself into me.
Marriage. Simon and I never discussed it. He was always so focused on his business. I close my eyes and press my face into the pillow, wondering what married life would be like to Jamieson Thayer.
Out of the ordinary and addictive. Just like him.
Chapter Eight
JAMIESON
It’s been two days of us being off the grid, and for the most part, we have everything in place. We’ve preempted this day for a long time. Right now, we are finalising any minor details that couldn't be taken care of before. We each need to ensure the transition is smooth enough for me to take over. As far as making my father’s fuck up with Madison Henry go away, I couldn’t care less. Barclay is adamant we need to clear it up for his own image. His connections to my father won't go unmissed. I couldn’t give a fuck, if anything I want to tarnish my father’s name further. Will my business take a hit from my father’s fuckup? Absolutely, but I also know once I step into my true role, it will flourish tenfold. The weak ones will weed themselves out for me.
A small hand slaps against my abs before patting its way down to my groin. I grin but grab Avery’s small wrist before she smacks my cock. She grumbles in annoyance. It seems somebody is definitely not a morning person.
“Alarm cock,” she moans.
I bark out a laugh and pull the quilt back, seeing her smiling face pressed into the pillow.
“Alarm cock, is that all I am?” Her hair is a tangled mess against the sheets, and I drag my eyes down her gorgeous body as she squirms sleepily. She has the perfect sense of humour and despite her earlier revulsion at my connections to any criminal activity, I think she will adjust quickly. She has adjusted quickly. Her sarcasm is on point, and I love that I can banter with her.
I fucking love everything about her. She’s a dynamite in bed. Nothing like her usually shy persona. She takes and takes and takes. It’s the biggest turn-on.
She nods into the pillow and tries to pull me to straddle her legs from behind. My cock springs to life. I groan deeply when she arches her arse, her face still flush to the bed.
“Jay,” she pleads in a sickly sweet tone.
I’ve witnessed so many women try to play the part of a shameless fuck toy to pin me down, but they could never hide the desire for money in their eyes, and with The Panel such a figurative part of my life, choosing a woman to share it with was something I wanted to do with calculated precision. I have files on a selected few official women, women who I thought given the right amount of work on my end, I could manipulate into my life, adding considerable gain to The Panel in the process. Avery shot that all to shit with her big blue innocent eyes and pert arse. At first, I thought I could just fuck and dispose of her when I stepped into the station, but the second she got in the car, I knew that was never going to be an option for me. She’d been shocked when I informed her of The Panel and who we are. The realisation that something bigger was at play, and that she was just another cog in the big wheel of deception, scared her.
“You’re one of us now, Birdie,” I had informed her with a satisfied smile. She’s had a lot to contend with, and I know she needs questions answered, but she’s a fucking trooper and her resilience through all of this turns me the fuck on.
I stare at the pretty pink piece of wet flesh arched high between her legs. Fuck me, she’s a vision. Her thighs tighten in anticipation, causing me to growl loudly.
“You’re weeping. Such a dirty girl.” Her toes squirm, and I grin before dropping my face and inhaling the sweet tang of her sex. “Ready to wake up?”
I blow a stream of air along her folds and she whimpers. Her arse wiggles and I flatten my tongue to her cunt and drag it upwards. She jolts forward before pushing back on a sweet cry.
“Yes!”
I give her exactly what she wants and needs, bringing her to life with my cock wedged deep inside her. I add alarm cock to my growing list of jobs. The only thing I truly wish to achieve is to be her husband. Sealing her to me legally protects her indefinitely. She’ll be untouchable. A fucking siren at my side. She will flourish and become the woman she was meant to be, not some stepping stone for the likes of Simon to lean on.
He deserves to die for what he did to her.
* * *
Avery stands to the side as we all arm up. I slot the weapons into my holsters and check the magazine before clipping it in. She’s nervous, and for the first time, I am too. I’m taking her with me, but I need to if the elders are going to accept her into the fold. She has to be present. It’s a monumental risk, but I have faith in my brothers and myself to keep her safe. Seth walks towards me. He and Avery have formed a bond and my black heart swells, knowing Seth has his own personal motivation to look out for her. Her innocence is infectious; he would never let any harm come to her. He claps me on the back and holds up a small velvet box.
“Here you go, Casanova.” He grins. “You better hope she says yes.”
“She’ll say yes.”
