I’m going to fuck her until she comes first. Because I’m in control here. Me.
She’s mine, and she better not forget that even once she’s gone.
She presses her lips together, struggling to stifle her little whimpers. She’s battling herself, trying to disengage even as she grabs my ass in both hands and yanks me closer.
I thrust deeper but maintain the steady pace I’m positive she wants.
I know this woman better than she knows herself. And part of me hates that.
Reaching between us, I circle her clit with my thumb, intent on getting her off soon because I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine.
Seconds later, her body convulses around my dick. My eyes roll back in my head as she unleashes obscenities into my ear and digs her nails into my skin.
I pump once. Twice. Three more times. Then, I explode, grinding my pelvis against hers as I find my release.
As bliss seizes my body, one thought continues cycling through my mind.
You’re mine, Trinity Gallagher.
Brody
Afterward, she threw on her clothes and stormed from the room, slamming the door viciously enough to rattle the paintings on the walls.
I collapsed on the king bed and crashed, still exhausted and recovering from recent events.
Now, hours later, I’m awake and have no clue where Trinity is. An optimistic part of me really hoped she’d be back.
I pat my pocket, checking on the hard drive. That’s what really matters. Not whatever fantasy I crafted in my mind. Besides, we never would have worked.
She’s dust, a dream, and often a hot poker to my ass. A royal pain. She’s not mine and never was, and I was an idiot for allowing myself that fantasy.
I swing my legs off the bed and drag my hands through my hair, grimacing at the damp strands. I must’ve sweated out the rest of my anger, because now I’ve got nothing inside but a flat,buzzing numbness and the distinct sensation of a ragged-edged hole in my chest.
A hollow she used to fill.
“Fuck that.” I glance around as if these blue walls will reveal where she ran off to. They mock me with their silence, and I quell the renewed urge to punch a hole through them.
Breathe. Just breathe.
This is for the best.
Trinity was a complication. Running away together was make-believe. She temporarily brainwashed me with mind-blowing sex and a pretty face. That’s basic psychology, and I don’t need anything beyond my GED to comprehend how that bullshit goes.
I certainly don’t need a fancy college degree to understand that I was momentarily blindsided by my gorgeous little captive. Lost in the imagination of a Brody who doesn’t exist.
Now I’m back and focused on the mission. I belong at Declan’s side, and I’ll stay the course to achieve that goal. By handing the drive over, I will finally achieve the status I’ve worked my whole life to obtain inside this family.
That of a valued son.
I pick up my burner phone from the nightstand with steady fingers and call my boss.
Declan doesn’t waste time on a hello. “Update.”
“The girl’s gone, but I have the drive. I’ve finished the job.”
He hangs up without another word.
I stare blankly into the empty honeymoon suite, the skin between my shoulders itching.
