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Two minutes later, all six of us are crowded into the hospital elevator, headed down.
“Who’s there?” “Sloane’s new best friend.”
Or that she could belong to anyone. No man could ever really own her. Like all unbroken spirits, she can’t be claimed.
“You’d take over my position, no doubt. Wouldn’t be hard, considering you’ve already recruited half my army to join your ranks.”
“No, but there are three more men posted outside that door who mysteriously joined your fan club in my absence. I’m sure it would be easy for you to convert the rest.”
“Aye, lass. You like it as much as I do. You like being forced to give up control. Because it never happens.”
“Look at you tremble,” he whispers, fingers tightening on my face. “Look at those eyes.”
In this moment, all I want is to let him run me over. To let him break me, savage me, tear me apart. I’ve never felt like this before in my life.
“Be good,” he commands, his tone warning.
“You arrogant, idiotic man. You think you know what’s best for everyone, but you don’t even know what’s best for yourself.”
“Sweet boy. What makes you think I needed saving?”
“It’s him,” he says, his voice strangled. “The Irishman!”
Sure enough, there stands Declan on the tarmac near the front of the plane. He’s got a rocket launcher slung over one shoulder.
“Gino’s Pizza, may I take your order?”
“Aye, I’ll give you a bloody order. Get your arse off that plane before I blow your little boy toy to smithereens.”
“You’re high.” “I must be if I’m coming after you again. Now get off that fucking plane before I lose my temper and do something I’ll regret.”
“No.” I hang up. Then I go to the window and flip him the bird.
I pat his back, wondering where I’m going to find a girl who wants to play mommy to a grown man with a raging women’s shoe fetish and an addiction to livestreaming himself playing World of Warcraft in his underwear.
Then I remember he’s super rich and know I’ll have plenty of takers.
As soon as I step foot onto the tarmac, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and stalks off toward the waiting SUV.
“Go to hell.” “Been there every day since we met.
“And I’ve never seen you look so nervous. What awful thing do you imagine I’m going to do to you?”
He pulls me close, fists a hand into my hair, and puts his mouth next to my ear. His voice husky, he says, “Whatever it is, you’re right.”
“Because I hate you, and I want to be there when you finally get shot through the heart by one of your enemies.” “But I already have, lass,”
“So fucking sweet,” he says, breathing raggedly. “I want more of that sweet side. Give it to me.”
“You’re going to stay with me. And do what I tell you to do this time. And be good. Obedient.” That makes me smile. I like him when he’s delusional.
“We’ll talk about timing later. Why are you only wearing one shoe?”
“I’m going to bathe you. Then feed you. Then fuck you, in that order.
Please, God, let him have a good dick. Nothing skinny or crooked or short. Do me this one favor, and I’ll start going to church again.
“I just remembered … you didn’t ask for any bras on that clothing list you gave me.” “Yes, I did. You just didn’t buy them.”
“I appreciate the ‘please,’ but next time add a ‘sir.’”
I’m the one who moves on before things get complicated, who keeps moving on relentlessly without looking back, like a shark that has to keep swimming forward its whole life or it will die.
“You’re safe with me. You can let your guard down. I’ll catch you if you need to fall.”
“You can’t hide from me. I see you. I see all the strange and wonderful things you are, little lion.”
My dick is so hard for her. She looks at it with wide, greedy eyes. “Thank god.”
Kidnap her in a blaze of gunfire or tell her there’s a good chance she could die from a brain clot, no big deal. But ask her to open her heart, even for a night, and she reacts like a cornered wolf.
“It’s the same for me. The exact same. That’s why you have my word I’ll earn that trust and never break it.”
“No. I think you look like Rockefeller Center at Christmas, Japan in cherry blossom season, and the thousand vivid shades of green in the wild moors of Northern Ireland, all rolled into one.”
All of who I am meets her in that kiss.
I bend my head and whisper into her ear, “Good girl.”
“Sweet girl,” I growl against her throat. “My pretty captive. You’re going to let me do anything I want to this gorgeous body.
“Yes. Please be careful. I think you could break me if you’re not.”
“You’re perfect. Nothing is more perfect than you are, right now. Give me your mouth.”
I know she’ll be able to walk away from this raging storm unscathed, but I doubt I’ll be so lucky.
I crush my mouth to hers and kiss her as I climax, tumbling off a cliff of pure pleasure, falling down toward the crashing waves and rocky shore far below, where I shatter into a million tiny pieces, all of them hers.
Time seems split into before this moment and after, like we’ve broken the laws of physics and arrived here in our own little bubble, shipwrecked on an island where nothing ever existed before. Where no one ever existed but the two of us.
“May I continue?” “Aye. I think.”
“Don’t be so worried. I’m about to give you a compliment.” “Ah. In that case, please proceed.”
It’s unexpected. Wild and strange. And so beautiful, it makes your chest ache.”
“What’s happening is that you’re breaking my bloody heart. Now fucking kiss me.”
