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‘I don’t do things by halves. I never have done. That’s just the way I am.’
Silence stretches between us. I watch her intently as she processes, lust warring with logic.
‘I’ll never force you, Aoife. Just don’t give yourself to me if you’re not staying.’ I pause. My mind wanders to my mother. To my father in prison. To my sister who was taken by the previous Syndicate. ‘I’ve already lost too many people I care about. I can’t lose another.’
Something like understanding flares like fire in her irises. She gets it. She knows grief, loss, and pain better than anyone.
‘It’s a lot,’ she says quietly, her hand reaching to cup my chin. Her thumb traces the stubble lining my jaw. ‘You’re a lot.’
‘So I’ve been told,’ I huff out a breath.
Her throat works as she swallows. ‘That was amazing out there.’ She changes the subject.
‘You were amazing.’ The woman was born for my world. I just need to convince her of it. ‘That was the most fun I’ve had down here.’
It’s the truth.
She stills. ‘Have you done that to many women?’ Her eyes burn into mine.
My little virgin is jealous. She wouldn’t be, if she had any idea how obsessed with her I am. ‘Lots,’ I admit, and her eyes narrow.
I love that she hates the thought of it. Because that means her feelings for me are as real as mine are for her.
‘I’ve fucked a lot of women, sweetheart. But I’ve never fucked a woman I love. That’s why when I do, I won’t be able to let you go.’ The weight of my words rushes through me.
I hadn’t planned on telling her, terrifying her, but fuck,how could I not love her? The last few weeks have been the best of my life. Add in her response to my kinks, and the fact she has my motto tattooed on her body, I’m entirely convinced I’m staring at my soulmate.
Her breath hitches. ‘You love me?’
‘I love you,’ I admit. ‘I think I fell in love with you the second you burst into my bar. I just didn’t have a name for it, because I’ve never felt it before—this obsessive ache that consumes me night and day.’
She rolls her lips, quiet for once. But she’s sporting that look again, the one that silently begs me to kiss her.
I trace my tongue over the seam of her mouth and she parts it for me. ‘I’m all in, baby, the question is… are you?’
‘I need time,’ she admits quietly.
‘We have time,’ I tell her, sliding my hand between her legs. She’s soaked again. Her eyelids flutter closed as I slide my fingers deep into her slick, tight centre. ‘How about a compromise?’
Her eyelids fly open. ‘I’m listening.’
‘How about I give you just the tip?’ I reach for the buckle of my belt. ‘Maybe that’ll help convince you.’
Her gaze falls to my fingers as I unzip my suit pants and free my dick. The air vibrates between us. She licks her lips. ‘Give it to me.’
‘And I thought I was the one in control.’ I arch an eyebrow, pinning her arms up over her head again, clipping the handcuffs attached to the bench around her wrists. When she’s comfortably restrained, I lower myself on top of her and place my tip at her slippery entrance. My crown is immediately coated in her arousal. It takes every bit of willpower I possess not to slam myself inside her, but I can’t. I won’t.
‘I don’t think either of us are when it comes to our bodies,’ she whispers.
‘I’ve never not been in control in my life, Aoife.’ I don’t add that I’m hanging on by my single last wispy thread. ‘I’ve always worn a condom, so I’m clean.’
She nods eagerly. ‘I need to feel your flesh on my flesh.’
‘Me too, baby.’ I nudge against her tight, hot cunt and steal an inch of what can only be described as fucking heaven.
She flinches at first as she adjusts to my size, then she clenches and moans. ‘You feel so fucking good,’ she bucks against me, greedy for more.
I still, steadying my breathing. My erratic pulse pounds through my head. ‘You feel so fucking good, sir,’ I bite out sternly, but it’s not her I’m annoyed with—it’s myself.
