Page 56 of He Will Come for Me

He grabs my hair before thrusting into me. “Fuck.” We both cry out at the same time.

“Ride my cock, Kenz.” I do exactly as he says while I mark him. He’s mine and no one can take him from me. Ever. Leaning up, I place my hands on his chest as I lift my hips and drop down on him over and over again.

“You’re mine Phoenix. Forever,” I moan as I lean back and put my hands on his thighs and ride him.

“Forever,” he repeats. His hand rubs up my thigh and his thumb finds my clit. He rubs small circles as I ride him. My legs begin to tremble. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus on the pleasure only he can bring. I love him. Everything about him.

He saved me and I’ll do everything within my power to make sure nothing ever happens to him. He thrusts up into me and I cry out as my walls pulse around him. He groans as he pushes up in me and comes with me.

Collapsing on his chest, he wraps his arms around me and rubs his hand up and down my spine.

“You’re mine,” I whisper again.

“Always,” he replies.

Chapter 25

We stand at the door, waiting to greet our guests. I’m wearing a black lace camisole and a long lace skirt with a split up to my thigh. My hair is pulled back in a low ponytail.

Phoenix is wearing black slacks, a black button-up shirt, and a burgundy vest that has specks of gold in it with a matching tie. He looks delicious. We both have on the same masks we were wearing yesterday.

He leans down, his breath skating over my skin, causing desire to settle low in my belly. Ever since I woke him up in the middle of the night, it’s been hard to keep our hands off each other. We never went back to sleep. I was worried I’d be tired; instead nerves are making me hyper aware of what is happening tonight.

“Are you ready to tell me why you woke me up?” he asks. His lips graze the skin of my jaw. “Not that I’m complaining.” His mouth moves against my skin as he smiles.

I told him it was a bad dream, but he’s not buying it completely. It was actually a memory. I’ve had the memory before, but this time I remembered a little more and I’m trying to figure out what they meant by “I knew you loved him”.

Before I can respond, cars begin to wind around the driveway and stop in front of the door. The valet step forward and do their job of opening doors and parking. I suck in a breath as men and women in various states of dress walk toward the door.

Phoenix wraps his arm around my waist and I’m pulled in tight against his side. “Just breathe, love,” he whispers. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “What do you do if you become overwhelmed?” he asks.

“Tap my wrist.”

“Good girl.”

His praise does things to me as I lean into him. By the smirk he gives me, he knows it. I hold my breath as one of the employees Phoenix hires for these events opens the door. He’s wearing a black and white tux with a blue mask.

Everyone has to wear a mask at the party. The only time masks are allowed to be taken off is if the couple is alone. It’s to protect the identities of those who are present. But each person is wearing different types of masks.

Some are wearing masks that cover their entire face and some half of their face. But they’re all enough to hide the person’s identity. According to Phoenix, there are regulars we know. He told me if someone shows up that I know he will address them first, which will give me permission to address them as well.

The way guests are dressed varies. Some are dressed like they’re going to a formal event, some are half naked, some are injeans and a T-shirt. We greet each guest as they enter. Not many try to hold conversations, which I’m grateful for.

After half an hour of doing this, I get restless and bored. Leaning into Phoenix more, his fingers drift up to the exposed skin on my back. “Not too much longer,” he promises.

I gaze up at him, surprised. It’s weird how he can read my mind sometimes. His muscles go rigid against me and the grip he has on me tightens. Turning to face the door to see what caused this reaction, I study each person in line ready to be greeted.

At the end of the line there’s an older man with graying hair in an all black suit. He’s wearing a gold mask and the woman, who has to be twenty years younger than him, is wearing a silver mask. I can’t take my eyes off the woman as they get closer. She looks familiar.

When they’re finally in front of us, her eyes meet mine. Her blue eyes widen when she sees me. “Kenz, you’re here,” she whispers. I have no idea who she is. My lips tip up into a small smile. The man turns his attention to me, and Phoenix’s hand tightens even more on my waist.

“Victor. Olivia,” Phoenix greets them.

“How are you feeling?” Victor’s deep voice washes over me. I glance up at Phoenix and he nods his head slightly, letting me know it’s okay to speak.

“Much better. Thank you.” He wraps his arm around the woman and offers me a smile before leading her away.

“Who were they?” I whisper.

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