They walk off down the corridor to his room, and I watch the entire time, terrified something’s going to happen to them. A hand comes up to rub my chest, right over my heart. Fuck. If anything happened to those two, I wouldn’t cope. I wouldn’t fuckingsurviveit.
Sliding out my phone, I hit speed dial. It rings once before a voice answers, “What?”
“You got eyes on her?” I ask, pacing my living room.
“Yeah, why?”
“I just had someone break in looking for her.”
“Fuck!”
“Don’t let her out of your fucking sight,” I growl, clutching the phone tighter.
“I’m on it.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
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Brushing the hair off my face, I pace Theo’s bedroom. My hands are still shaking even an hour later. I put Oscar to bed—he’s taking it much better than I am—and came straight in here, unable to walk out into the living room. I trust Theo, and if he says we’re safe, I know we are. It was just a scary fucking situation to be in.
As soon as I heard the punches from the other room, I grabbed Oscar and ran to the furthest room in the apartment. I’d even shoved him under the bed while I armed myself with a hairbrush. Don’t ask me why, it was the first thing I picked up since my mind wasn’t exactly engaging.
The last time I’d been this scared was… the door opens, and I glance up to see Theo walking in, looking like a god. His hair swings around his shoulders as he stalks toward me with a dark glint in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask, rushing to him. “Do you know what it was all about?”
“Harper.”
Realization dawns on me that this was because of her. “We’re getting closer, then?”
“Apparently so,” he muses, still piercing me with that dark look.
“Theo? Are you okay?” I tilt my head questioningly.
“Oscar in bed?” he asks, ignoring me.
“Yeeees,” I draw the word out, my eyebrow raised.
“Good.”
He tackles me before I can get another word out, and I shriek as he picks me up and throws me on the bed. “Theo!” I exclaim, pushing the wayward hair out of my face. “What’s going on right now? I mean, not that I’m not loving this, but what?—”
He growls at me as he places one knee onto the bed slowly before adding his other one and crawling toward me. His eyes are dark, the pupils blown wide as he looks at me. My breath leaves me as I wait to see what he’ll do. I know he’d never hurt me, but he seems unhinged right now, and I can’t figure out whether I like the idea or not. My pussy doesn’t share my indecision, though, throbbing in time with my heart and slick with my need for him.
“Something could have happened to you tonight. You could have been hurt. You could have been taken, or you could have been fuckingkilled,” he chokes the last part out, and my heart breaks.
He feels out of control, and he needs to get it back.
“It’s okay, big guy. I’m here.” I reach up to cup his face, my eyes soft as I whisper, “I’m yours. Take what you need.”
“Arms up,” he commands, a dark edge to his voice.
My body obeys immediately, not even questioning him as I grip onto the wooden headboard and wrap my hands around the spindles. Theo’s nose grazes my leg as he moves up the length of me before settling on the apex of my thighs and breathing deeply. I blush; I can’thelp it. It’s such an intimate act. Not that we haven’t been intimate before, but I haven’t showered yet today and probably smell.
I go to move my hands to stop him, but a deep rumble in his throat makes me pause. Theo’s head snaps up, his eyes narrowing as he says, “Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”
I gulp, swallowing slowly at his dominance. I love both sides of him—the one that wants to please me and will let me do anything I want to him and the one that takes command without batting an eyelid.
