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‘I love you, so fucking much,’ I pant as pure primal pleasure builds between my legs.
His lips pop off my breasts and he tilts my chin up until his big black orbs home into mine. ‘I love you, sweetheart.’
My fingers sink into his shoulders as my release builds deep inside my core, an inevitable explosion—violent and beautiful all at once, a perfect reflection of the love we’ve created from chaos.
‘Fuck.’ His grip tightens on my hips as his orgasm tears through him, and he spills himself into me. He rests his forehead against my chest, and I run my fingers through his hair while we catch our breath.
We hold each other like that for a long time, both immersed in the moment.
I press a kiss to his head and twist until I’m sitting on his lap. ‘We made a mess.’ I look down and he laughs.
‘It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.’ His eyes twinkle.
I pick my dress up from the floor and tug it over my head.
‘Spoilsport,’ he teases. ‘I was enjoying the view.’
‘All good things must come to an end,’ I tell him, hopping off his lap.
‘No, they don’t, sweetheart,’ his eyes flare as he pulls me back down. ‘You and I will never end. Sit, finish your drink; we’ll get cleaned up in a minute. Let’s watch the sunset.’
‘Dominic Kincaid, I do believe you’re a secret romantic.’ I snuggle in closer, resting my head lightly against his chest.
‘I never made a secret of it.’ He smirks. ‘My family call me the Romantic Psycho.’ His low chuckle vibrates in his chest.
Low laughter slips from my lips. ‘Course they do.’
He wraps his arms around me as we watch the sun dip below the trees. I run a finger over the tattoo on my thigh as he presses a kiss into my hair. I tilt my head up and meet his gaze. His eyes dip to my thigh, then back up to meet mine again. A slow smile spreads across his face. ‘You,’ he says quietly, ‘are the bravest woman I know. But I promise you this, nothing and no one will ever take you from me. You are mine.’
What once sounded like a threat now feels like the most decadent vow. He obliterated everything I thought I craved: security, stability, a fresh start.
Now the only thing I crave is him
For the first time in my life, I’m not worrying about the future. Not thinking about the past. Or the life I thought I wanted. Because somewhere between running bare footinto his bar, and being dragged barefoot across a warehouse floor, something inside me shifted.
I don’t just live in Dominic Kincaid’s world.
I choose it.
And maybe that makes me just as dangerous as the man sitting beside me.
I raise my glass and clink it gently against his. ‘I’m yours.’
EPILOGUE
DOMINIC
The BMW glides to a smooth stop outside the wrought-iron gates of the school Aoife teaches at. Lewis kills the indicator but keeps the engine running. Morning traffic hums along the tree-lined street. Burnt orange leaves line the pavements as parents drop their daughters off for the day.
I didn’t understand it at first—her desire to teach.
She doesn’t need to work. She doesn’t need to do anything, not now she has the freedom to do whatever she chooses—and what she chooses is a classroom full of six-year-old girls.
But the way she talks about those kids when she comes home… her whole face lights up. She was born to be with kids, which is why I’m hoping she’ll bear mine—sooner rather than later.
I might have given her clothes, protection, houses, every luxury money can buy…
But she gave me something far rarer—light, love, laughter.
