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“Don’t do that. It wouldn’t feel right,” she sharply rebukes me.
“I want to give you whatever you want.”
“What if I…want to stay with you?” She nervously tugs on the hem of her dress. “I can finish my senior year at East Side, then audition for local theaters. Or…something. I don’t expect to be taken care of while I do nothing.”
I’m a rough guy. A princess who sits around and expects to be pampered isn’t my type. Unless she has my child. Visceral possessiveness cuts through me. My brothers are having wee ones, and I see that primal gleam in their eyes looking at their pregnant wives.
It hits me. I’mhookedon this woman. I don’t want her to leave me.
“Iwantyou to stay with me. And I want you to do whatever it is you want to do when you graduate.” With the proper protection, of course.
“That means this is a real marriage now.” She strokes my left hand full of tats, poking the finger with her name on it.
“I guess it is.”
Stress lines form above her nose. “Your family thinks this is temporary.”
“Probably not anymore after seeing the way I ran toward a man with an assault rifle for you.”
“But—”
“Shhhh.” I gently kiss her lips. “You’re still wound up, angel. Don’t worry about my family.”
“I like that. Angel.” She blushes.
“And remember, that doesn’t mean sweet and weak. There are some pretty badass archangels out there. I watched how you dance. You’re fierce, my angel.” I kiss her again, and she opens to me with vigor and passion. “So, tell me… How can I makeyoufeel better?”
She licks her lips, the top one swollen again from bumping into Della. “I think you know.”
My body tenses as my cock hardens to a thick brick in my pants. “Fucking you until you’re mindless?”
She exhales. “God, yes.”
“Come on.” I lift her up and bring her into the bedroom.
We make love for what feels like hours, and I make her come three times. Only when Katya’s phone buzzes for the third time does she take her eyes off me.
“Who is that?” I ask after pumping my second round of seed into her.
Having sex without condoms goes unspoken. I forgot to grab them when I packed, or my brain subliminally didn’t remind me.
Katya gets up and walks to her phone. “I’m in a group chat at school.”
She’s naked, her body glistening with sweat from the workout I gave her. The way her ass shifts teases me to no end.
“Oh…” Katya holds her throat, reading a text.
I leap off the bed. “What?”
“My audition…” She tosses the phone and sits down to rock on the edge of the bed.
“What?” I eye the phone, ready to look for myself.
“They moved it up to Monday.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Lachlan
