And of course, I want to chain you, spank you, and fuck you often. Do you think you can handle all that, as well as me? " I dazzled him with my best smile.
"I want all that too, Atlas, and yes, I can manage your morally grey side. I love you so much and can't wait to start our new life together."
He gently lifted my head from his chest, moving me so I was sitting with my feet hanging off the side of the bed. Kneeling, he grabbed them both in his hands. He looked into my eyes, then bowed his head before me.
"You are my Queen Kitlyn. I fucking love you more than life itself." To my surprise, he kissed my feet, then bowed before me again. I was speechless. Not long ago, I was nothing but a sex toy to him.
Now, he was kneeling down to me, and I loved it.
"You own me, Kitlyn. You always have. I give you my heart, my soul, and my strength. I can't live without you. I tried, and it almost destroyed me. Never leave, because if you do, I will be just a shadow of myself."
His eyes looked like liquid fire.
"I will crumble, leaving nothing but the rotting, wounded part of my soul. You keep me calm and bring brightness into my life. I need you, and I loveyou. I will always treat you with nothing but respect."
His words brought tears to my eyes. I jumped off the bed and kneeled beside him on the floor. I grabbed his face with both hands and gazed into his eyes.
"I love you too, Atlas, and as much as I own a part of your soul, you own mine, too. I am not going anywhere. We belong together." I laughed lightly.
"I am glad you kidnapped me, believe it or not. I know that's crazy to say, but you didn't turn out to be so bad, and I thank God for that. I want to get back to my house and start packing my stuff, plus I need to check on Tuna and feed him. Will you drop me off so I can get started?"
He furrowed his brow at me.
"Don't you want me to help you get everything together? You only need the basics, and then I will hire a company to move the rest of your things in."
I know he wanted to help, but I also wanted some time alone with Becca to break the news to her. I know she is going to lose her shit, but she needs to respect my feelings and what I want. "I would like it if you dropped me off so I can talk to Becca alone. I need to break the news to her gently. She knows you are the one who stalked and kidnapped me, so you can only imagine how she might react."
He didn't look too thrilled. He shrugged, frowning.
"I don't care what she thinks, and I am not happy with her for leaving you alone with those two idiots at the club. You were in no condition to be left unattended with those horny fucktards, but if we are going to get off on the right foot, I will obeyyour wish. As much as I don't like it, I willallowit." Although his choice of words would have upset me in the past, they didn't this time. I know how he is, and I must learn to pick my battles. As much as I want to believe I am his equal, in Atlas' world, it will never be 50-50 between us, and I accepted that when I pledged my undying love to him.
No matter how much he needs to be in control, I know he will treat me well. I need to make sure he doesn't end up hating Becca. I know him, and he won't hold back.
Even though he is all mushy and gushy with me right now, he is still a killer. Becca means nothing to him, but she means a lot to me. I still want her to be a part of my life, so I had to tread carefully here. I loved them both, but he was angry with her right now. This is not the man you want as an enemy. I grabbed his hand and looked at him with a gentle smile.
"Atlas, please don't be upset with her. She can't be held accountable for my welfare. She was just as trashed as I was. I'm sure she is probably going out of her mind, wondering where I am. Let me get to her before she calls the police."
He grunted, releasing my hold on his hands. I rushed to the nightstand, grabbed my phone, and turned it on.
I had seven missed calls and a few text messages.
Becca was out of her mind with worry.
I texted her-
Beck- "I am fine. I'm so sorry. I was utterly fucked up last night. I am safe, and I'll be home in a few minutes. Please tell me you have my handbag."
Ding- Becca
"Jesus, Kit, I was worried sick about you. In another few hours, I would have gone to the police station to fill out a missing person report. Where the hell are you? Yes, I have your handbag."
I texted her back-
"It's a long story, but I will be home in about 15 minutes. Can you please meet me at the house? I need to discuss something with you, and I need my handbag. It has my gun in it."
Ding- Becca
"I can meet you at your place. WTH Kit? I didn't know you had a gun in your handbag. Shit! "
