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She sighs. “I know I can’t tell you what to do—"

“No.” I cut her off. “My name. Say it like that again.”

Her eyes soften. “Ren.” The single syllable coming from her lips is a sunrise over calm waters. It soothes the turbulent soul and gives life meaning.

I shrug off my suit jacket and coax her arms up to lift her dress over her head and off. “You’re going to say it again, but this time, you’re going to moan it while I fuck you. No more running, Chaos. You’re mine.”

CHAPTER 48

SHAE

I’ve never been scared to believe someone. Either believe them or don’t. But every word past Renzo’s lips fills my heart with such profound happiness that I can’t ward off a sliver of fear. I’m scared that if I grab hold with both hands only to discover it’s an illusion, my shattered pieces will never fit back together.

This man has listened to my desires, witnessed my failures, and seen me living my deepest fears. In a short span of time, he’s come to know me better than anyone. Not only does he want me but he’s also willing to give up everything to have me.

I can hardly wrap my mind around it.

I thought I’d never want to belong to anyone, but with Renzo at my side, I feel stronger, not weaker. Our connection builds us taller than we could stand alone. And when we fall, like I’ve done today, our bond is a safety net.

How could I have ever seen that sort of symbiosis as a weakness?

I’d already come to accept my feelings for Renzo. I love him. There’s no denying that. But at this moment, I recognize our connection for the gift that it is, rather than a situation I have to sort through.

“I’m yours,” I breathe in awe. “I love you, and I’m yours.”

His chest expands as though the emotions within are too vast to be constrained. “You’re goddamn right you’re mine.”

He kisses me.

I rip open his shirt. Buttons scatter to the wood floor.

He pays no mind, yanking off the shirt while I grapple with his belt and pants. Weeks of frustrated desire boils to a frenzy, making us mindless with need for one another. He kicks off the rest of his clothing. I’m expecting him to come at me with ravenous hunger, but he stills instead. I look down and realize what’s caught his attention. He’s staring at the gun in my thigh holster. I’d forgotten about it and am now wearing nothing but it, my bra, underwear, and a pair of ivory heels.

“Fuck, Shae. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He nudges a finger under the elastic strap holding my tiny .22 caliber in place and slides his finger around to my inner thigh, his hand drifting up to cup my sex over my pink thong. “Do you have any idea how often I’ve fantasized about finally having your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock?”

His free hand tugs down my strapless bra, freeing my breasts to set atop the padded cups. He bends and fills his mouth with my breast while his hand slip beneath my silk panties to spread my arousal in slow strokes to my clit and back.

I lean against the wall, my eyes rolling back in my head.

He kisses lower until he’s on his knees. “As sexy as this is, it has to go.” He slides my thigh holster down my leg and off. “With our combined luck, one of us will end up shot.”

I have to laugh because he’s not wrong, but my smile quickly fades when he spreads my thighs apart and rips the bottom of my thong clean in half. The elastic waist is still on me, but the front and back hang loose like straps for a garter, leaving me bare. And this time, I’m truly bare—trimmed and shaved and ready to be eaten alive.

Renzo is up for the task. He begins to devour me, draping my legs over his back, then standing up with me seated on his shoulders. My back rests against the wall for support while his mouth is buried in my pussy as though he’s eating the ripest, most delicious slice of watermelon he’s ever tasted.

And the sounds he makes—I’ve never had anyone make me feel so damn sexy from moans of pure delight at pleasuring me. He’s playing a role to get me to the finish line. He’s legitimately loving every second, and that helps me relax and enjoy the feel of his incredible touch.

When one hand squeezes my ass cheek and the other twists one of my pierced nipples, I have to grab a handful of his hair to ground myself. The pleasure is overwhelming. All-consuming.

My legs begin to twitch and tremble. “Ren, I’m so close already. Oh God.” I don’t know if it’s his skill or the emotions or too long between orgasms, but this one barrels at me like a freight train. I feel the rumbling tingles of its arrival seconds before it careens into me.

Waves of electric pleasure short-circuit every nerve ending in my body until I am nothing but sensation. Pulsing, coursing, vibrant sensations from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. And when the intoxicating storm starts to recede, I’m left feeling like I’m floating on a lake of serenity.

Renzo slowly lowers my feet back to the floor, but only long enough for him to swoop me back into his arms, bridal style. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m not sure my quivering legs could have held me upright.

“That was so fucking phenomenal,” I breathe into the crook of his neck.

“Silly girl, that was just the appetizer.”

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