Leaning over her, I wrap one hand around her heavy breast and the other around her throat, lifting her to her knees. “Good girl. Give me more.”
I take her mouth.
“You’re mine. Your pain. Your anger. Your body. All of it belongs to me,” I murmur, fucking her harder and deeper, applying just the right amount of pressure until she’s drenching my cock. The bedding is soaked, our bodies slick with sweat as I continue to ravage her. God, she’s so beautiful when she lets go. When she surrenders herself completely to me. This strong, independent woman, who just had her entire world turned upside down, is choosing to trust me.
Choosingto give herself to me.
That truth anchors me. It’s the one thing I’ve always longed for. For her to choose us. Overcome by my own emotions, I release her and roll her over to lie down beneath me. I settle between her open thighs, gently thrusting inside her, but I don’t move yet. Instead, I examine her tear-stained face, the relief in her eyes settling in my chest.
“How do you always know exactly what I need?”
I cup her trembling jaw, swiping her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. “Because I know you.”
She nods, a small smile tilting her perfect lips as I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. I begin to move inside her again, slower this time, savoring this moment.
Our connection.
“I love you,” she whispers.
A steady calm settles over me, and my muscles relax as I gaze into her tear-filled eyes. The world feels less sharp, less threatening. I lean in, my lips barely brushing hers as I smile, unable to contain my happiness at her confession.
“God, you look so pretty when you tell me you love me.”
She beams, her cheeks glowing.
The world fades around us, everything shrinking down to just the two of us and this monumental moment. A moment I never thought would come.
I kiss her long and deep, then give her back the same three perfect words she’s given me. “I love you too.”
We pull up to the estate, and the sight of the dozens of cars crowding the driveway sends a dark thrill through me. Perfect. Exactly what I wanted. An audience. And what better moment to expose him than during a luncheon packed with his most polished colleagues and friends. Reid and the rest of the team took care of the guards at the gate, expertly clearing our path.
Benson shifts the SUV into park and turns to face me, his gaze determined and steady. “You ready?”
“Absolutely.”
He leans over and presses a hard kiss to my lips, grounding me and giving me the extra courage I need. “You got this.”
A quick check-in with Reid confirms that the team is in position. Then we’re out of the vehicle, gunning toward the front entrance. Two more guards from the security detail step forward, their hands drifting toward their weapons. Benson drops the first one with precision, disarming him before he has even hit the ground. I take out the second with a swift kick to the gut, a sweep of the leg, and a sharp crack on the skull with the stock of my gun. He collapses in a heap at my feet.
“Well, that was easy,” I say, sliding my weapon back into its holster.
“Fucking amateurs,” Benson mutters as we zip-tie their hands and head inside.
Murmured voices, clinking glasses, and raucous laughter greet us as we enter, along with the sour smell of corruption. Guns drawn, we move deeper into the house until we reach the dining room. Several familiar faces turn toward us. The senator’s expression twists in a mix of confusion and disdain the moment he sees me. I don’t give him a chance to speak.
I raise my gun, aiming straight at his head. “Get up.”
He barely glances at me. “As you can see, I’m in the middle of something.” He continues his conversation as if I’m nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
“Fine,” I say. “We’ll do this here.”
He narrows his eyes. “Do what?”
“I know you’ve been laundering money through your charity. I know all about the offshore accounts, and I know you’ve been working with Salazar.” His complexion turns ashen. “And I know you’re a cop killer.”
That gets his attention.
He stands calmly buttoning his suit jacket. “Excuse me,” he says. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”
