He sucks my nipple, shifts, and aligns his cock at my entrance. He thrusts deep and hard, making my eyes roll back.
“Ohh, yes, yes. It feels so good. I love your dirty talking,” I say, moving my hips.
I love the wind in my hair and the connection I have with Killer. I tighten my hold and lean my head on his back. I can see what the
“Angel, this is the jeweler who works with the MC. Let’s see if you like one of the rings that he has available,” Killer says, taking my hand.
Killer pulls the glass door, and we enter the jewelry store. My heart skips a beat, I’m so excited. This is what I want, and I’m thrilled that he does too.
“Mr. Honig, could we see engagement and wedding rings,” Killer says, sliding his arm around my waist.
“Ace, it’s great to see you. Let me get what I have out back,” Mr. Honig says, nodding.
“Perfect,” Killer says, smiling at me.
Mr. Honig walks away, and it takes him a few minutes to return with two trays of rings.
I stare at them; all of them are incredibly beautiful.
“Angel, look at them and pick what you like,” Killer says, smiling.
“Oh my, this is going to be hard,” I say, smiling.
“Allow me to show you the engagement rings and the wedding ring sets,” Mr. Honig says.
“Yes, please do,” I say, breathlessly.
Mr. Honig shows us all of the rings, and I fall in love with one wedding ring set. It has an engagement ring and matching wedding bands.“I love these,” I say, looking at Ace.
The engagement ring features a large diamond set in a band with diamonds running down the sides. The matching wedding bands have diamonds .
“If those are the ones, we will get them,” Killer says, smiling.
He leans in and kisses my neck, and a warm tingle runs down my back, and my inner walls flutter.
Oh, this man really has me with a kiss.
“Ace, are you serious,” I ask, looking up at him.
Killer cups my face, gazes into my eyes, and kisses me. It’s a possessive, hungry kiss that claims my soul.
“I am, because Karla, you are mine, my queen,” Killer says.
I look up at Killer, and his smile reaches his eyes, and it’s breathtaking.
“Wow, you’re so amazing. I’m lucky that you are mine, Ace Miller,” I say, softly.
Thank God that Killer finally agreed that it’s better if I return home in an Uber. I don’t want the fucking Soldiers to see me with him. I don’t want Dad to learn where I was and what I was doing.
The Uber pulls up to the driveway. I pull off my ring, which is so damn beautiful, and my heart aches at what it means.
I get out of the Uber and walk up to the front doors. I open it, and I look around with relief. It’s early evening, and thank God I missed dinner. I take quick steps, as softly as possible, so I don’t alert any damn Soldier. I go up the stairs as quickly as I can, down the hall to my room.
I open the door and enter my room with relief. Okay, now I’m going to look to see if I can talk to my Dad. I’ll let him know that I’m home.
I walk out of my room, down the hall, down the stairs. I walk on the cold tile to the office in my bare feet. It’s a habit I have when I’m home, so I don’t alert any fucking Soldiers to my presence. I walk down the hall to the library and hear voices. It's my Dad talking to my brothers, Mario and Ruben.
I stop and lean against the wall. The office door is too closed, making it easy to listen.
