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Her voice plunged deep as I rubbed my thumb across my fingers. Fuck me, her pussy was perfect, warm and soft. I licked my lips, finding the salt of the sea, chasing a remnant of her. Just a fucking taste, one goddamn feel. My cock hardened, aching with need as I strode to the window.
The island was in darkness. But she was out there, frightened and panicked. Her mind racing at a million miles an hour, just like mine.
I lowered my hand to the button of my pants and lowered the zipper. I couldn’t fucking concentrate…too hungry for her. Heat moved through me. I imagined her tight and warm, stretching around my fingers.Do you trust me, Anna?I fisted my length, and bit back a growl.I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to.
I could say the goddamn words all day long. But the truth was, I wanted what I wanted. Two fucking years, I'd thought about her. I squeezed my cock, sliding all the way to the hilt. Two years of fucking texting. Two years of being…friends.
I braced my hand against the cold glass and closed my eyes. Slick and eager. My fingers sank into her with ease. She'd wanted me. I knew that now. Wanted me as much as I'd wanted her. Fuck me, she’d been wet. Her eyes closed with need. Those fucking lips parted as I slipped my fingers inside her.
I wanted to be inside her now.
A low, savage sound rumbled in the back of my throat as I fisted tighter, pumping harder, the slick bead snatched away under the roughness of my fist.
“Anna.” Her name was nothing more than a grunt.
But the impact was brutal. My cock twitched at the sound of her name. The frenzy drove my breaths deeper and my fist harder. I was too close to the end, too fucking desperate. That thick vein pulsed as warmth spread between my fingers. I opened my eyes to the streetlights in the distance, the ones near her building. The ones I knew intimately.
“You belong to me.”
The growl staked a claim. One I planned on enforcing every fucking chance I got. No matter how much she wanted to deny it. My sweet, goddamn secret wanted me too.
I zipped and buttoned my pants and made my way into the bathroom to wash my hands.. I couldn’t afford to be distracted, and right now, that’s all I was. I strode from the bathroom into the kitchen, snatched the opened bottle of Macallan from the marble counter, and made for the elevator once more.
I rode it all the way down, getting off at the foyer where Max waited.
He fell in step as I left the building and made for the back door of Building One. I pressed my thumb to the sensor and waited for the automatic door to unlock. There were certain perks with being a founding member, and one was access to the majority of the island…including the building where Anna lived.
Soft lights illuminated the way as I strode along the hallway, driving deeper into the building. A light was on in the distance, the glow cutting through the glass walls, coming from the part of the building my code didn’t reach, a part exclusive for the Commander alone. Movement cut through the shine. He was there…working.
I turned once more and pushed open the door to the infirmary.
“Did you fucking hear what I said?” Baldeon’s irritating voice sounded from one room. “Get me my fucking gun!”
I stepped into the hospital room under the solemn stare of the poor bastard who stood at the end of the bed. The doctor, I was guessing, who’d just spent the last twenty-four hours saving and putting up with this demanding asshole. He jerked his gaze toward me as I stepped around the curtain.
“Doc,” I muttered and gave a nod.
His brows furrowed and panic flared for a second as he took in Max behind me.
“It’s okay,” I reassured him as I swept the curtain aside, to find the sallow fucking bastard barking demands on the bed. “Wow, you’re alive. That’s shit."
“Fuck you, Salvatore,” Baldeon snarled, his gaze dropping to the bottle in my hand.
“I don’t think you should—” the doctor started as I lifted the Scotch.
“If a bullet didn’t kill me, a drink won’t,” Baldeon growled, reaching for the bottle in an instant, his tongue already skimming his lips in anticipation. “Just do your damn job.”
I stared at the doctor, until his eyes widened and his breaths deepened. He gave a mutter, something I was guessing along the lines of,“it’s your funeral”before he turned and left.
“Looks like it hurts.” I surveyed the thick white bandage wrapped under his arm and over his shoulder.
“Like a fucking bitch,” Baldeon bit out, and took a long draw from the bottle.
I strode to the front of the room, to where the tinted glass walls gave him a view of the island.
“Did you find out who sent him?”
In the reflection of the glass, I saw his face. Hopeful. Savage…and utterly terrified.
