“What if I can’t protect you?” His voice is hoarse, full of anguish. “What if, by keeping you with me, I’m sentencing you to death?”
My eyes fill with tears, and I shake my head.
“You can’t think that way.”
“Yes, I can!” He slams his palm on the glass behind me. “You were safe in New York with your family. You had a good life. I took that away from you.”
“Because The Association forced your hand! They would’ve never left me alone.” I cup his cheek, grazing his stubble. “Don’t you see? I’d be in danger either way. But with you, I got a shot at safety.”
His throat works, but he doesn’t reply.
“Because I know you, Elias. You’d protect me.” Slowly getting on my tiptoes, I curl my hands around his neck and kiss him. “I trust you with my life.”
With an anguished groan, he clasps my face and deepens our kiss.
Our teeth duel, our tongues clash. He drinks me in like I’m the only sustenance he needs to survive. My heart pounds as he hoists me onto the bench and spreads my legs wide.
He drags his lips over my eyes, my nose, my mouth. Then to my ears and my neck.
“I worship you.” He presses his mouth over my heart.
“I adore you.” He suckles my nipple before nibbling it.
Wetness slicks out of me and I pull in a strangled gasp as he continues moving down my body.
“I love every fucking part of you.” He presses that talented tongue on my pussy and swipes it from my hole to my clit before inserting two fingers into my tightness.
“Elias,” I moan, my hips already moving to the rhythm of his thrust.
He grunts and when I open my eyes, I see him gripping his thick, dripping cock, pumping it up and down.
An orgasm barrels in from nowhere, but before it can crest, he hauls me up and slams me onto his cock in one thrust.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry when the pleasure detonates into ecstasy. My eyes close as I surrender myself to the intense shockwaves.
“Yes. Let me feel you milking my cock.” Slamming me against the wall, he pistons harder, wilder, his movements holding no finesse but all passion. “Become part of me, Lana. Let me be a part of you.”
Then his dick thickens and throbs, bursts of cum pumping out of him as he roars my name.
The sounds of our lovemaking echo in the shower. My heart and body feel full to the brim.
I cling onto him as his movements slow, our rough, panting exhales joining the water pelting against the glass and marble.
“I’ll protect you if it’s the last thing I do,” he says.
My eyes flutter open, my gaze finally meeting his emerald ones, and my breath catches in my throat.
Because aside from the love I see in his eyes, I also see…
Fear.
Chapter 47: THIEF OF FUTU?ES
February twenty-eighth.
I’m locked down tighter than Fort Knox on my thirty-fifth birthday. Other than a basket of cookies from my Aria and Scarlett, who were understandably freaked out when security patted them down at the door, I haven’t gone out or received visitors.
I did get on a call with my girlfriends and sisters in New York, where they updated me on things at Fleur, how their new head of PR wasn’t nearly as good at her job as me. They mentioned flying here to visit and to help Rex, who begrudgingly stepped in to do some PR work, including the press junket with Chicago Memorial.
