“Violence from you, Darling? Yeah, I believe it.” He kissed down my neck and pulled me closer to his chest like he wanted to comfort me. “And I love to fucking see it.”
I sighed. “I think I might like violence from you too sometimes. The way you ran me through that club was …”
“Amazing?” He looked up at me with mischief sparkling in those ocean blues.
“Highly dangerous, but somewhat attractive.”
He hummed, and then he nodded once and then twice. “Are you ready to come to a Diamond gathering?” he murmured.
“Gut says I’m ready.” I held his gaze, not wavering at all in my decision.
A rumble of approval vibrated through his chest. “I like the confidence. I guess I can’t find outeverythingabout you in a file,” he murmured, staring at me with a newfound emotion I couldn’t quite place.
“Nope. But I can tell you everything that’s not in the file … if you want.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to think I want a lot from you, Mia Darling.”
He kissed me then, slowly and softly at first, letting his lips move over mine as if he were learning and memorizing them. I fell into it, holding onto his shirt as his tongue swept through my mouth and claimed every part of it. I moaned at how my body lit up for him, how his muscles felt against my chest, how his lips were soft but still commanded my every movement.
He ripped himself away, breathing heavily. “Or I might wantallof you, Mia, and if I take all of you, you’re not getting any of yourself back. So, we have to stop.”
“Do we?” I tilted my head, and he growled at my question.
“I’ll have dresses sent up for tonight. It’s somewhat formal, but you can wear what you want.”
“Plant pajamas?”
“If you want.” He shrugged. “You’ll still look better than the lot of them.”
“They’ll just accept my attending?”
“As my guest? Yes. And if you want in … Well, you know. Born in, marry in, or work for us in complete dedication.”
“What if I want to be more than your guest?”
He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, and I saw what looked like concern and fear in his eyes. “You might be ready, Mia. But give me some time to come to terms with you being in constant danger.”
“If I’m a Diamond, you’d still be protecting me, Jameson.”
“In the syndicate or not, Mia, I’m always going to protect you.” He pecked my cheek and set me on the bed before he walked to the door. “We leave at seven. Be ready.” And then he pointed at the food and said, “Now eat. I didn’t make that for nothing.”
“You made it? Why?”
“Because I thought you would be hungry when you woke up.” So simple. So sweet. So not Jameson Knight.
I put a bite of food in my mouth and let him leave. Didn’t ask what we’d be doing or where we’d be going or who would be there. It didn’t matter.
I was ready.
Mia
DRESSES AND SHOES WITHred bottoms and purses with a signature lock and keys were carted up to my room only hours later. All sorts of colors, all much more expensive than literally the whole wardrobe in my closet. The one dress that stood out to me was a deep pink, though, and he messaged me within ten minutes of me looking at them.
Daily report.
Franny’s not even here for the weekend.
I need a daily report from you too.
