“So, you’re not coming to bail me out? Who will? I need a lawyer. Send our family one,” Roman babbled.
“Get it through your thick skull! I’m not posting bail. The lawyer is mine, not a family one. I pay for her. You can rot there until the trial, for all I care. The one thing you won’t get is any help from me. And Rowan, you will pay back every fucking cent, with interest. If you return it tonight, I’ll see what I can do to convince the court to be lenient.”
I lied. I knew he didn’t have it. Kip already told me it was gone.
“I-I can’t give it back. I used it,” Rowan whispered.
“On what?”
“Well, I had bills, rent, and I needed new clothes for interviews. I couldn’t roll up to meetings in last year’s car model. Plus, I was stressed with everything happening, so I needed to get away.”
“You mean you went to Las Vegas, spent a week in a suite that cost twenty thousand dollars a night, and acted like a high roller. You blew it gambling and living large, in addition to the other stuff. You entitled little prick! I hope you rot. Don’t call me again. I’ll see you in court.” Without another word, I disconnected the call.
I was breathing hard, my skin felt like it was on fire, and my head was pounding. When I met Anastasia’s gaze, she was smiling.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked.
She held up her phone. “Because I got his confession on tape. And since Tennessee is a one-party consent state, it’s admissible. We’ll send it to your lawyer.”
I blinked a few times, then began laughing. I twisted the rest of the way around.
“I fucking love and adore you,” I told her right before I latched onto her lips.
A different kind of fire began to edge out the one my brother had created. It didn’t take much to have my body screaming at me to take her. Anastasia was the one thing guaranteed to make me feel better. Yet, I didn’t want to jump her like some mindless animal that only wanted to rut.
Somehow, I was able to pull away. We were both gasping, and her face was flushed. She had no bra under her tank, and I saw her taut nubs pressing against the thin fabric. Without thinking, I reached up and tugged at the first one, then the other, hard. She whimpered.
“Fuck, Sia, I need to calm down. Why don’t you stay up here, and I’ll go downstairs to my office,” I croaked.
“Why do you need to calm down? I thought what’s happening feels wonderful,” she murmured.
“It does, but I don’t want to use you just to assuage my anger. Right now, all I want to do is tear off your clothes and fuck you raw—no foreplay, no gentleness, no loving gestures. You don’t deserve that. I refuse to take you that way,” I confessed.
What she did next truly shocked me. Her hands came up and captured mine. She brought them to her breasts and cupped them there. Her hands tightened mine on her flesh.
“Maalik, I want to be whatever you want or need. If you need a way to defuse your anger and replace it with something good, and fucking me raw does it, then I want it. If you need to take me to Lustz and tie me up, then we can do that. I know that you’ll never truly hurt me, Reign.”
I shuddered—the urge to ravish and then tie her increased. I shook my head.
“Jaanu, no, please, don’t say that.”
“Yes, I’m saying it. Do you believe you’ll lose control so much that if I use my safe word, you won’t stop? That you’ll harm me?”
“No, of course not. But I don’t want to treat you as an object. You’re the woman I adore, love, and want to marry. You’ll be the mother of my kids. You’re not some hole to be used,” I rasped out.
“I can and want to be whatever youneedme to be, Rei.”
And that’s when she stopped talking. Her mouth crashed into mine, and Anastasia shoved her tongue inside my mouth. As it tangled with mine, I slipped closer to the edge. Then, she pressed her breasts into my hands harder and slipped her hand under the waist of my shorts. As she closed around my cock and stroked, I let a muffled roar escape. The minx giggled and kept kissing me as she pumped my cock. When she bit my tongue and her fingernails grazed over my balls and up my shaft, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop.
I tore my mouth from hers, let go of her beauties, and shoved her away. As she fell back against the lounger, I stood and ripped off my shirt and shorts.
“Are you sure?” I asked one last time.
My woman tugged off her tank, baring her unbelievable breasts, then somehow wiggled out of her shorts, revealing her wet pussy when she spread her legs.
“I’m sure. Please, fuck me, Reign,” she wailed.
I snarl as I reach for her. “Get on your hands and knees. Face away from me,” I command.
