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February 3 - February 19, 2023
This is an absolutely terrible idea. And I’m absolutely going to do it.
I can’t be her knight. But I can be her king.
The weird fluttering feeling low in my stomach—that I’m starting to learn is in fact metaphorical butterflies—happens again. I know this because I googled it to make sure there wasn’t anything medically wrong with me. “Actually, she’s stalking me.”
Only that isn’t really true, though, is it? I can’t steal something that’s already mine.
“But you’re not any woman, are you?” He stalks toward me, and I’m not sure what he means. He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, and my breath stilts. “And I always protect what’s mine.”
She spits in my face, and while I wipe it off, my brain empties of every single thought except one: I think I fucking love this woman.
“Did you fucking kidnap me?” One sentence I never thought I’d say. “Think of it as protective custody.” His lip twitches in amusement. The
“Because I chose to protect you over family—the previous most important thing to me—the Bratva will now be after you. They think I took someone precious from them, and now they will try to take someone precious from me.” “So, what now? I’m just going to be locked up in here with you like some princess in a tower.” “No, baby. You’re a queen.”
You should probably go to bed before I fuck you until sunrise on every inch of this counter.
And there’s certainly a lot of countertop to cover. Involuntarily, I imagine his hard, tattooed body over me, pinning me as he takes what he wants. The ripples of his inked muscles. The dark fire in his eyes. The rough, hungry way I’m sure he kisses—
Cash is in nothing but—fuck me—gray sweatpants.
“We’re endgame, baby, and if you don’t see that, you better put that bullet in my head right now because I’m gonna ruin all other men for you when I worship every inch of your body.”
“You belong to me as surely as the heart that beats in this chest belongs to me.”
“I may be responsible for your pain”—he drags his nose along my inner thigh, his words a light tickle of breath. He bites down on the soft flesh, and I moan. It hurts but in a way that sends sparks up my legs—“but I’m also responsible for your pleasure…” He trails off as he swipes the flat of his tongue through my pussy and ends the long stroke with a flick of my clit. His fingers dig into the fat of my thighs as my legs quake from his touch.
“Do you know what a fucking vision you would be with your hair wrapped around my fist while I force you to take every. Fucking. Inch?”
I’m not a religious man, but goddamn if she didn’t make me want to drop to my knees in worship.
“You fucking roll your eyes at me again, I’ll take you across my knee and turn your sweet ass bright red. And you know I’ll enjoy every second of it, so go ahead. Call my bluff, baby.” She
“You’re mine, Harlow. My woman, my property, my queen, my fucking whore, if I so choose.”
“Yes, daddy,”
“I like knowing that someone might walk in and see me getting fucked…by daddy,”
“You’re mine to hurt, to break.” I can feel his chest reverberating from the force with which he speaks, in heavy, husky, defined syllables. “But you’re also mine to protect, to treasure. And I will always do whatever it takes to make that happen.”
may be a monster, but I’m your monster.” He scowls, but there’s hurt in his eyes, like I rejected a gift. “And a fucking thank you wouldn’t hurt either.”
“A chuisle, I would shoot my own dick off if it meant you were safe,” he says with a lopsided smile. Gruesome, but…kinda sweet?
“There’s nothing holy about you, Cash Fox.” Her taunting use of my full name makes my cock jump in my matching black slacks. “Except for when I’m making you see God. What would you call that if not holy?” She chokes on her coffee, and I relish the blush creeping up her cheeks. “Do
I feel the thrum of her heart on my chest, and I think, that heart is beating for me. Just as mine beats for her.
