“I’ll communicate right fucking now.” I grin. “Drop her off, get in your car, and drive the fuck back to London.”
“That’s not going to happen.” He places his hands in his pockets, widening his stance. “The night she tricked me and slipped out could have gone very wrong for her. In the spirit of ensuring that never happens again, I’m willing to work together, if you are. But compromising her security is not an option. As big a deterrent as you may think you are, she’s not safe being seen with you…” Then, he begins ranting about so-called protocols.
I have no fucks to give. He can babysit her when I can’t be around, but that’s the best he’s getting out of this. Romney’s voice fades to nothing as the Bentley door swings open. Eva steps out, wearing my jacket. Exactly how she left. Though what she’s hiding beneath that leather now is likely not my name on her dress.
“That was not five minutes,” Jack huffs when she closes in, her handbag swinging from her elbow.
“It was actually,” she says with a smile.
“That’s your cue to leave,” I inform her guard.
He mutters something incoherent, then chooses his better judgment and turns around. I track Jack Romney as he gets in the car and drives away, before I let my gaze settle on her, drinking her in from head to toe as she walks up to me slowly.
My eyes trace her piece by piece: from her beautiful face, the blue of her eyes—which alone are my undoing—to her full breasts stretching her pale top, the curve of her waist, and her porcelain legs under the short ivory skirt. Every inch of her that she begged me to claim, then let me own and devour. That was a neat move. She caught me off guard. I have never felt so close to losing it. Never thought being inside a pussy could be more than a release. But then again, nothing affects me the way she fucking does.
I’ll never understand the hold she has on me—only that it’s beyond reason and irreversible, like a blade bent too far to ever be straight again.
“What?” she asks, glancing down at her clothes.
“You’re late.” I seize her by the waist and yank her into my side. “That’s what.”
Her lips part to speak, but I seal them with mine. She kisses me back, raking her fingers through my hair, her arms pulling me in.
God, I thought she’d fight me. Push me back. Burn me with that fire she uses to keep me at a distance. Yet here she is, drawing me closer, unravelling against me, thread by thread, starving for me as much as I am for her, and trying to make up for the lost time I never should have fucking allowed. My hands tighten around her, lifting her onto my lap. Her legs lock around my waist.
“You’re never leaving my sight again,” I breathe against her lips. “I won’t allow it.”
She moans and curls her tongue around mine, sucking it deeper into her mouth. Every time I touch her, it’s like a grid sparks and fuses. I thought fucking her would diminish some of this fucking madness, but it’s like getting a taste of your favorite drug and gaining a new addiction. I release her lips when she’s out of breath, slowly pecking along the length ofher jaw, and down her neck, savoring her delicious sandalwood scent.
Kane was wrong.
She looks the same, smells the same, feels exactly the same—mine.
My fingers trace her arm over the sleeve. She freezes when I reach her forearm. My teeth grit. She’d better keep the jacket on. If I see marks on her that I didn’t make, I don’t know what I’ll do. Though she probably took care of them, as she did mine. Burying them under heaps of makeup.
“What did Jack say?” she murmurs in an attempt to distract me. She’s getting good at that.
“I wasn’t listening.” I lift a shoulder.
She lets out a soft giggle, the sound slightly fading as she scans my face with judgmental eyes. I arch an eyebrow.
“Did you break Nick’s wrist?” she asks in a low voice.
“I wanted to take the whole arm off, but the little shit started crying.” I snort.
“Not funny.” She shakes her head.
“Pike thought it was.” I grin. “Why are you asking?”
“Because you are hurting people.”
“Hurt?” I scoff. “Another man touches you again, and I’ll fucking bury him.”
“Mason,” she gasps. “You can’t…”
“Watch me,” I bark, sharper than I meant. “You are not in your perfect castle, princess. This is my Fort. And here, I take care of threats the way I see fit. No one messes with my family, and no one touches what’s mine and gets to walk away with their limbs intact. Plain and simple. Can you deal with that?”
She stares at me with a deep frown before her lips curl up on one side.
