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I drive into her powerfully, penetrating her, pushing myself in to the hilt. She gasps, holding her breath until I begin to move. Keeping her hips in position, I pound into her fast and hard from the start. She’s teased me too long.
Lou moans and trails the edge of her teeth up my neck, to the spot she hurt earlier. I hiss and fuck her harder.
“Shit, don’t stop,” she cries out. “Don’t stop.”
She nips my neck, my jaw, then my lower lip before she kisses me. Our breaths mingle and become one as we both reach that desperate place where oxygen doesn’t matter as much as the exhale of the other person.
My cock swells more and more with each slap of my pelvis against her ass. Then my entire body tenses as I find my release, everything I am pulsing into her tight cunt.
In my haze, I barely register her pulling from my grasp and sitting up. Her fingers wrap around my neck, tightening enough to get my attention. Her brown eyes are locked on mine as she rides me, rocking on me, fucking me. The faster she moves, the more she squeezes.
And I let her because she’s a fucking avenging goddess over me. Sexy as hell. If strangling me turns her the fuck on, I’ll buy some rope.
Her lips part and she throws her head back on a cry of pleasure, releasing my neck in the process.
When her climax is done, she begins to fall limply to the side, but I guide her onto me instead, wanting to feel her a little longer.
She lays her head on my chest and throws her leg over mine as she draws lazy circles on my skin. It’s nice lying here like this, with her curves pressed against me, the sweet scent of her hair filling my lungs and lulling me.
I close my lids and let out a breath. Knowing that she might try to kill me again isn’t enough to keep me from drifting off.
But before I can get too far into dreamland, Lou lifts her head. “Why now?”
Dragging my eyes open, I tilt my face down. “Why now what?”
Reaching over me, she tugs on the chain of the lamp on the nightstand and turns on the light.
“Must we have that on?” I ask, squinting at her.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and can’t exactly figure out why you’re doing all of this now. Taking me, I mean. Is it because you found out I was marrying Peter?” Her brows knit tightly together as she waits for my answer.
“Seeing the announcement in the paper simply hastened plans that were already in place. It would have been…” I pause, trying to think of a word that doesn’t involve killing Peter if he’d married her. I come up with, “Complicated. If you’d legally wed him, it would have been complicated.”
“You would’ve still taken me if I had?”
I push up on my elbow, forcing her back onto the pillow, and look down at her with what I hope leaves no question about the truth in my reply. “Nothing would have stopped me from getting you back.”
Lou stares at me for a long while, then she turns and peers out the darkening window. “I also wondered if what you did had anything to do with the Ferryman.”
“You’ve heard of him,” I say it as a statement because it doesn’t surprise me, and yet I’m not sure how much she knows.
“He’s been taking out Dons. Of course we’d know about him.”
“It makes sense your father would want to be informed, but I wasn’t aware you had an interest in the family business. You didn’t want anything to do with it before.”
Her attention shifts back to me. “A lot has changed. I’m not the same girl anymore.”
I let my gaze travel over her beautiful face, then reach for a lock of her hair, twirling it around my finger. “There’s still some of her left in there.”
She slaps my hand away. “She’s gone, Rowan. She died the night you abandoned her at the church.”
“So now you’re a hardened woman.”
“Not hardened. Just wiser. I’ve learned that in this world, love is an illusion. Only power matters.” Her jaw clenches as she seems to work to slow her growing agitation. “Did you do this because you want resources to use against the Ferryman?”
That questiondoessurprise me. I want to bite back a response, tell her that I don’t need Fernando Duran for shit. That is, until I notice the expectation on her face, as if she believes I’ll wound her more than I already have and she’s braced for it.
“His name is Gideon Black. And I won’t deny that having your father on my side would be an advantage. But there’s no guarantee that he’ll back me. In fact, he may decide to back Gideon. I still won’t fucking let you go. You’re mine, princess. In Heaven or Hell. Remember?”
