I shake my head, unable to give him those words verbally, but Cairo lets me have it.
“Then it’s agreed?” he presses evenly. “We’re together?”
I meet his dark brown eyes, my mind instantly going to something else entirely.
“Together,” as in, we’re together. He’s mine, I’m his.
He can’t mean that.
“I accept your offer,” I say, clutching his shoulders as he seats himself deep inside me and waits. “We have an alliance, good sir.”
“And what about the other part?”
“What other part?”
His lips curl into a mocking smirk. “Oh, Little T…”
Palms land firmly on my hips, Cairo thrusts hard and deep, making the machine underneath us shift.
He must be pretty confident it’s not going to tip over because he keeps fucking me like I belong to him.
Like this is how it’s always going to be.
Never in a million years did I think Cairo Black would be exactly where he is now with me. There are so many damn things I would’ve bet on first, but I can’t say I’m hating it.
In fact, I’m currently in heaven with the way he’s filling me up and giving me more.
Placing my feet on the back pegs, I try my best to meet him thrust for thrust, but he has the higher ground. I can’t help but move to get more of him.
Cairo’s growls and small grunts only fuel me more.
Fuck my burning thighs, I would fuck this man any time of the week, in any condition with anything going on.
I can’t help it.
I’m slowly becoming addicted.
Cairo doesn’t sugarcoat shit, but he’s thoughtful. And the fact he’s supposed to be so powerful, I may have not seen it yet, but I don’t need to.
It’s the fact he broke down for me, which is the sexiest part.
And vice versa.
I’ve tried my hardest to get him to fuck all the way off me, but there’s an undeniable attraction here. Torin and I may have gone at each other all the time, pressing buttons and getting the other to lose their entire shit, but Cairo doesn’t really lose his shit.
He glowers.
Then glowers some more.
And when I’ve really pushed him over the edge, he illuminates some of the Titan power on me and reminds me exactly who he is.
“Why haven’t you done your coronation yet?” I blurt out mid-thought, fully aware this probably isn’t the best time.
My lips open again, but he cuts me off with, “Ask me your twenty-one questions later. I want to see if you can handle not screaming my name when you come.”
I roll my eyes. “I can manage.”
“Good.” His pace on my clit heightens. “Then I won’t hold back so much, then.”
