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He starts pulling out of me, but stops when I whimper.

“No. Don’t. Stay,” I whisper pathetically, and that’s when the tears come.

He stays buried inside me, but slips his hands under my body, cradling me and whispering sweet nothings into my ear as my body shakes and trembles with each harsh sob.

His cock hardens, and I push against him, begging him to fuck me again, but slow.

He rumbles as if in protest, but he can’t seem to help himself anymore than I can.

And thank God, because I don’t want him to stop.

Ever.

And that terrifies me…in the best possible way.

Chapter 39

Cassidy

My bladder forces me awake, and I stumble half-asleep into Ethan’s en-suite bathroom. I sit there staring fuzzily at the walk-in shower, replaying the time me and Ethan spent in there after our crazy session at the dining room table last night.

He carried me into the shower and washed me from head to toe, supporting me like an invalid when my legs trembled. He washed my hair and combed it out in front of the dresser, applied ointment to the bruises on my hips and ass, and then dressed me in a clean t-shirt and tucked me into bed.

I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, but I woke a few times in his arms, his breathing lulling me straight back to pleasant dreams.

When I step back into the bedroom, Ethan is standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows. He’s wearing a gorgeously tailored gray silk button-down shirt that does evil things to his tanned arms where he’s rolled up the sleeves, and black, slim fitting trousers. The sight of the dark leather belt around his waist makes my tender ass cheeks throb with memories of him belting me into submission.

I ogle him for a good long minute…until I see the view out the window.

I didn’t have much time to appreciate it yesterday. I was too busy fearing for my life, and then being chased around the apartment.

“Oh. My. God.” I walk as close to the glass as I dare, wishing I had the guts to press my nose to the glass so I can look down into the street.

Tiny stars flicker in the purple twilight, skyscrapers silhouetted like heaps of black Legos against the early evening sky.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” There’s a catch in his voice, and when I turn to look at him, he’s staring at me, not the view.

Heat touches my cheeks as I tuck away a strand of hair to hide my face.

Then I frown. “What time is it?”

“You mean, what day is it?”

I throw him a startled look. “What?”

“You almost missed Saturday,” he says with a smile.

“It’s Saturday?” I must have slept straight through the night, and then straight through the day, too. It’s his mattress. God, it’s so soft and yet just firm enough. I got up once or twice to pee, but I must have gone straight back to sleep.

My stomach grumbles, and Ethan laughs when I press the back of my hands against my cheeks to douse my blush. “What? The last thing I ate was a mini burger. Emphasis on mini. This place have room service?”

“Unfortunately not. You’ll just have to make do with my private concierge.” Ethan smiles as he cocks his head for me to follow him out of the bedroom.

The living area is enormous, almost completely walled in glass, and furnished with sleek, expensive looking furniture that makes the few pieces of art on the wall look almost old-fashioned in contrast.

I thought Ethan was ‘owns a mansion in the country’ rich, but now he’s ‘owns a penthouse in the city’ rich too? And he seriously made all this money from what…looking at pretty stones?

Totally sus, but I’m just going to roll with it.

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