With all that color in her cheeks, she manages to look so fucking bashful when she shakes her head. “Can I?” she asks, licking her lips.
I pinch her jaw in my grasp, pulling her in for a quick, hard kiss. “You don’t have to ask. You fucking own me, too.”
To me, those words are simply the truth. They undo something inside Janella. I see it all over her face when we shove down the double bands at my waist. My cock springs out, hard and ready, precum already glistening at the head.
Her eyes widen, just like they did the first time. And the second.
That’s where the similarities will stop.
This time, I tell her, “I need you,” because I do. I pull her leg up to her waist, and I ask her, “Do you want this?” because I refuse to wonder.
“Yes,” she keens, blessing me with her whimpers.
I grip my shaft and slowly slide into her.
This is how I begin to pound into her. And I can’t look away from the way our bodies meet, rocking into her with a rhythm we forge together. She’s sofuckingtight, the sensations never die down.
I’m high on her every reaction, the way her body reacts to me.
She tries to cover her face with her hands when she needs to scream, inundated by the pleasure stirring within her. I rip those hands away, refusing to lose sight of her.
“We don’t hide from each other,” I groan, my forehead pressing to hers, sealing that vow with a kiss.
I drive into her without relenting. The pace skyrockets, and I can’t choose between her soaked, swollen slit swallowing my cock and that precious mouth, crying out for me.
She grasps for my arm, her toes curling against my back as her eyes roll back into her head. She keeps forcing them open, watching the way my cock disappears between her legs.
I milk every moment.
Her hips rock upward every time I thrust into her, meeting me. The depth blinds me with adrenaline.
I can’t slow down, even if I wanted to.
She clenches around me, and I have to force myself to keep breathing—to keep going. I push harder until I’m coming with her, nothing left of my vision but white light.
Nothing left of my universe but Janella, and her sweet little noises spilling past my lips.
***
“Better?” I ask her after, smoothing golden tendrils away from her flushed face.
She just nods, still trying to catch her breath.
I don’t need words. I believe her. The anger that had been radiating from her pores earlier has dissipated.
It’s when I set her on the couch and grab my phone on the way to the vodka that reality sets in.
“What are you doing?” she asks warily.
I don’t bother lying to her. “Calling Ivan. There will be men watching the café. The next time your father comes after you will be the last.”
In all her glory, she crosses the room and steps in my way. “No,” she says with finality.
My brows raise. “No?”
“That’s what I said. You’re not sending men after my dad. You’re not tracking him down. You’re not doing anything. You did the only thing I needed you to do here. You can dothatagain, but you’re going to leave him alone.”
Disbelief fills me. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”
