I slam my mouth onto hers, fucking her in hard thrusts.
She cries out in my mouth, shattering for me while I swallow her moans. Water lashes at the tub just as violently as her orgasm, drenching the floor in a puddle just like her juices coating my cock.
I drive into her one more time, bottoming out, wishing nothing more than to remain locked inside her and never resurface. She lets out a strangled breath, causing me to erupt.
I fill her with more than my essence, but determination to keep her—mark her as mine in every way.
Her legs tremble in the wake of her orgasm, and I wrap my arms around her, caressing her through it. I’ll make her fall, but I’ll also be the one to catch her, hold her tight, and never let go.
My cum and her juices trail down her thighs as I pull out, then I drain the tub.
From the overhead shower spray, water glides down her body, washing myself off her. A groan rumbles in my chest, not liking that. Fuck if I don’t want to come all over her, bathe her in my cum.
Tending to her, she smiles under the spray, eyeing me over her shoulder.
There’s this strange, warm feeling nestling in my chest, blowing away the frost for something worthwhile to bloom.
“Thank you,” she whispers, emotions thick in her voice.
Contentment blankets me, and I will do anything to preserve it. “I should be the one thanking you,” I say, brushing my nose against her neck.
So opposite of the cunning strategist everyone knows. She’s the only person not wary of me, and I had no idea how good that would feel.
A line digs between her brows, seeming deep in thought. “No, it’s more. This entire night feels like a dream. I never thought I’d experience something like this.”
Her eyes well up, and I gather her in my arms, overcome by the instinct to comfort my woman. “Shhh, I have you.”
The sight of gore doesn’t even make me flinch, but seeing her sad knots up my stomach, the pressure threatening to make my ribcage cave in.
She wraps herself around me like a little monkey—my little monkey, and I press a kiss on her shoulder, whispering, “I’m keeping you.”
She freezes for an instant before her eyes shine with candor. “I wish you could.”
It’s not a matter of could but want in my case. And I want her. Badly. It’s more than that though. It’s raw need like she’s essential to my wellbeing, something I don’t bother questioning because this beautiful enigma fulfills every part of me with amazement, my bleak existence with wonder.
She presented me with an alternative option, something to balance my life. Now that I’ve found her, I won’t let her go.
I might be a real estate mogul officially, but I am also the American leader of the Irish Mob, and I need to tread carefully not to scare her away but ease her into my life. That part of my life is nothing glamorous. The path has been bloody. My hands are tainted. My soul is black, rotten to its core.
I’ll spoil her so much, give her everything she desires, it will be enough to stay once she discovers who I am—accepts me. By then she’ll love the life I can offer her, overlooking that I am a monster in tailored-made suits.
As if she senses my brooding, she places a tender kiss on my chest. “Come back to me.”
“I’m here. With you,” I assure her, unable to remember a similar instance where I spoke truer words.
I am present, fully committed—body, heart and mind.
We kiss for long minutes.
If it were possible, I’d just keep kissing her and fuck her for the rest of my life. But her belly rumbles, and I rush to dry her, wrapping her in a bathrobe.
I do the same and grip her hand, bringing her to the kitchen.
“I don’t think I’ve seen anything this spectacular,” she says, her tone ending in bewilderment. As if she knows about riches, but my home is on another level, boosting my pride like nothing else.
“Glad you like it.”
She will live here.
