It would be what I’d do if someone were a threat to him. It’s what Ishoulddo.
If the Wentzell private jet was still here, I think I’d be getting on it; this time not to run from the boy who hurt me, but to save the man I love.
His blue, intense eyes stare into mine. “I barely survived losing you before,” he says, somehow guessing my swirling thoughts. “I won’t survive losing you a second time, Leeva.”
My breath sucks in sharply at him saying that again, and my fear rises about the risk we’re taking. “Don’t say that; you have to survive, Hayes.”
He threads his fingers through my loose hair at my nape. “If I don’t have you, there’s nothing left for me to live for.”
I know these aren’t words spoken just to be dramatic. He means every word.
“Now that I know you love me as much as I love you… That you’ve forgiven me for the part I played in your pain…” Pain and sorrow etch across his face, and he shakes his head. “Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, there’s no going back, little dove.”
“But Guerilla… The MC’s law—”
“Fuck him and fuck the law.”
“Hayes—”
“You don’t have his mark, his brand.” His eyes are cold fire. “Nothinglingers of his claim on you.”
“But a case could still be made against you.”
He silences me with a kiss. It’s a chaste one, though, not the ones where his intention is to ravage me senseless.
When he breaks the kiss, he pulls me close against his chest, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him as close as I can. “Promise me you won’t let anyone inside your locked property gates and that you’ll stay here, Leeva. That you won't try and run.”
He knows me too well.
“I promise.”
My promise must sound weak or flighty because he adds, “Don’t make me remove every article of clothing from this house so you have no choice but to remain here.”
“I can just go nude or use a blanket until I find some clothes,” I tease.
“Like fuck you will,” he growls, and I laugh softly, pleased by his possessiveness.
But I sober quickly and pull back so I can look at him. “Will you be safe? If Guerilla knows I’m back, he could go after you, even if he just suspects we’re still only friends.”
Guerilla hated Hayes as much as Hayes hated him. But Guerilla’s hate was fueled by jealousy and envy of his younger brother.
“I’ll be fine.”
I bite my lip, not wanting him to go, but knowing he has to. “Go tend to the MC duties you’ve been neglecting.”
Reluctance coats his expression as he runs his knuckle down my cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, and tonight we’ll go to Hedon. I’ll bring you a dress, along with a new mask.”
My nipples tighten at just the thought of going back to the club. Being here with him has been heaven, but we’re both excited to be immersed in Hedon’s hedonistic environment and for him to help me discover what I like.
Plus, I still have a date with the Sybian Saddle I’ve been dreaming about.
He gives me a kiss that borders on filthy, then steps back and looks at my spread legs. I’m naked underneath the silk robe, and I’m fully exposed to him. He licks his bottom lip, staring at my pussy that has begun to throb.
“If you finger-fuck that needy cunt today, you send me a video,” he says without looking away from my ‘needy cunt,’ which clenches at his dirty order.
He smiles, lifting his eyes to mine. “That’s my good girl.”
Jesus. His praise turns me into a puddle.
