Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Evie,” he pants, voice rough and needy. “If you don’t sit on me right now, I’m going to beg.”
I laugh in delight. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
He bucks his hips. My SEAL. My mafioso. My billionaire. My man. “Please.”
I guide him to my entrance, wet and aching and so ready for him. I lower myself inch by inch, feeling him stretch me open. My breath catches, shallow and sharp. His head hits the pillow with a curse.
“Fuck. You feel like heaven.”
I roll my hips slow and deep until I’m fully seated. His hands tremble on the bed, resisting the urge to grab me. I ride him gently at first, savoring the fullness, the stretch, the slick heat building with every movement.
“You don’t have to hold back,” I whisper. “Not your words. Not your sounds.”
He groans loud and needy, hips twitching beneath me.
“I’ve never wanted anything like this,” he says hoarsely. “Never felt anything like this.”
“Me neither.”
I pick up the pace, grinding down harder, my clit catching deliciously against his pubic bone. He’s so deep inside me, it feels like he’s everywhere, like we’ve melted together into a single pulse of heat and hunger.
He lifts his head, eyes locked on mine, and I see the edge creeping up on him: the need to come, the battle not to.
“You close?” I whisper.
“Yeah. But I don’t want to finish until you fall apart for me.”
Fuck. How does he say things like that and make my whole body tremble?
“Then keep looking at me. Watch me fall apart.”
I ride him harder, faster, chasing the pressure building deep inside. My thighs shake, pleasure ripples through my core, and I reach between us, circling my clit with tight, frantic strokes.
He watches, panting and groaning, fists clenched, control slipping.
“I’m going to come,” I moan. “I want you to feel it. Feel me take you with me.”
“Yes–Evie–fuck…”
The orgasm crashes through me, stealing my breath as I clench around him. He throbs deep inside, spilling with a raw, primal sound. We ride it together, panting, shaking, my hands braced on his chest, his arms finally wrapping around me, pulling me down into him.
He holds me there, his heart pounding against mine.
I let my forehead fall to his shoulder, my hair damp with sweat, his body flushed and trembling beneath me.
“Still in control?” he asks, tone teasing.
I lift my head, smile. “Always.”
“I’ll die if I let you go.”
I should panic. But his tone isn’t possessive this time. It’s worshipful. Hopeful. And I feel it too. Our flavor of crazy: the desire to be chained.
I press a kiss to his chest, let myself melt into his warmth, and whisper, “Then don’t. I love you, Dom.”
“Hush–you don’t have to say anything tonight.”
“I mean it,” I tell him. “I love you, and I’m tired of pretending, of fighting. I don’t care how we started; I just care where we’re going.”
“You’ve been through a lot—”
I prop my arm on his chest, sitting up, staring confidently at him. “Listen to me. I love you.”
He leans up, finding my lips. “I love you too.”
CHAPTER 27
DOM
One Week Later
Iwait in the bar’s backroom in San Bernardino. A couple Vultures are clinging onto the idea they can go up against me, though most have seen sense and fled south. My phone buzzes. It’s Evie, labelled as Keepsake in my contacts.
Keepsake: This piece is absolutely enthralling. Whoever gets this engagement ring is going to be one lucky lady.
I smile. A genuine ear-to-earn grin that feels almost second nature since I met Evie. This past week has been heaven. We’ve spent every night together, in bed, sharing meals, talking dreamily about the future.
After that first night when she came to me and took control, I felt a shift in her. It was like she tattooed the truth into her being. She has agency. She can take the lead. I was powerless to her that night, completely enthralled, her prisoner, as she rode me and made me hers.
Since then, the L-word has flowed like wine.
Dom: I know you’re doing an incredible job. Soon, it’ll be time to establish a permanent location and start taking regular orders. You’re going to be amazingly successful.
Keepsake: I have more ideas about my business, actually. I got my start turning everyday bits of metal into jewelry, right? What if that’s my whole schtick? I could have customers bring in pieces from their lives and interweave them into custom jewelry.
My smile somehow grows wider, more magical.
Dom: That’s an incredible idea.
Keepsake: Is ‘the thing’ done yet?
Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have discussed this with Evie, but we keep no secrets from each other now. There’s only openness, like when we discussed my CEO role and how stressful this week has been… catching up on all the work I missed while I was hunting the Vultures. But the dark times are behind us, and we’re moving into the light.