Her words pack a powerful punch and strike me straight in the heart.
She loves me.
Why does that paste a stupid, lovesick grin on my face as I stare at her with emotion?
For a moment I say nothing because I have ruined many things in my life, but loving her makes me want to tread carefully. I don’t want to frighten her with the jealous possession I already hold for her, and so I water down my true feelings as I whisper, “I always thought I was the dangerous one, but it’s you, Rose. You are holding my heart in your pretty little fingers and possess the ability to break it.I am trusting you with that because I only have one, and it’s yours. Love isn’t an emotion I’ve ever considered mine until I met you. I’m not a sentimental man and probably never will be, but I want you to know one thing.”
As Rose strokes my face with her gentle touch, I whisper words I never thought I’d say. “I love you, Rose, and I don’t expect anything in return. You taught me that possession isn’t love; it’s allowing that person to be free. There are no rules here, no locked doors and no contracts. You are free to be the person I love with no restrictions, and my job is to make you want to stay.”
Her eyes shine like the diamonds she inherited and as she kisses me softly, I sample my pleasure on her lips, another experience, another first and this time I deepen the kiss, my hand wrapped around her head, leaving her in no doubt that I would slay an army to keep her safe and God help anyone who interferes with that.
If anything, I am now a bigger bastard and a more formidable enemy because I have something to fight for now. It’s not just me anymore, and I pity my enemies because I am more powerful than any of them now, and every dangerous thought in me is now trained on one thing only. Keeping Rose safe and right here beside me for all the eternity God will allow us.
42
ROSE
There is still no word of my sisters and I’ve been here for seven days already.
Julius is working hard, locked in his office with Eddie as they attempt to discredit Morgan’s story.
I make the most of my days by familiarizing myself with the house and enjoying the freedom of a home for once. I love walking in the landscaped gardens. The vegetable garden is my particular favorite. The rose garden brings me delight as I walk through the rows, stopping to breathe in the heady scent of my namesake. They have many gardeners here, and I’m amused when I think of the one at the convent. It’s only now that I see he is nothing compared to Julius. A weaker copy of masculinity, and I’ve learned that it’s not just the outward appearance of a man that attracts; it’s the heart beating inside that I have fallen in love with.
I am happy, so happy, and nothing is further from my mind than returning to the convent, but my heart will never be completely whole until I learn that my sisters are safe.
Julius finds me having a cookery lesson with their chef,and my heart flutters when he stands in the doorway, an appreciative gleam in his eye.
“Hey.” He says in his soft husky whisper, and I return it with a soft, “Hey.”
He jerks his head toward the chef with a brief, “Leave us.”
The chef vacates the room without question, and I raise my eyes.
“That was rude.”
“I can be ruder if you want.”
He advances, and my heart races as he reaches me, pushing me back against the counter, his hand sliding my dress up to my waist.
“Oh my God.”
“Are you seriously taking the Lord’s name in vain right now, Sister Rose?”
His wicked whisper causes me to giggle as he unzips his pants, and I groan as he presses his hard cock against my dripping pussy.
He pulls my panties aside and is inside me before I can take a breath, and as he fucks me slowly and casually against the countertop, I grip his shoulders and allow my mind to soar to the place only he can take me.
I don’t even consider that we could be seen. He shields me from view and protects me in every way. I am wicked, free and delirious around him, and Sister Rose would be horrified if she saw this in her future. However, Rose Ravera loves every lustful minute when her husband is balls deep inside her and demonstrating how much he wants her. The past three days have been wicked, obsessive and delirious, and I doubt that will ever change.
My orgasm explodes with the ferocity of a breaking storm, and as he fills me completely, his breath scorches myneck. I love knowing a part of him will drip from me all afternoon and I’m truly hoping it finds its mark because I have come to the decision that I want several children with him. I want to be a mother, his wife and the mistress of his heart, and that is my life’s calling. I’m in no doubt about that.
“I love you, Rose.”
My breath stills as his husky whisper drifts through to my heart, leaving a soft smile on my face because I will never tire hearing those words. I stiffen as he pulls away and cups my face, his smile lighting me up inside that is already dripping with his brand of physical love.
“You love me?” I raise my eyes and he nods, a confident smile on his face.
“Don’t tell anyone, it’s our secret but yes, I do, and just so you know–”
