Page 48 of White Rabbit

Shit. I don’t hesitate, because that would make it seem like I regret my actions and I don’t. “Yes.”

She blinks slowly, not expecting my one-word answer. Balling her hands into tight fists, she hisses, “Why?”

Another straightforward question that only requires a simple answer. “Because you’re mine.”

He had no place in her life, no right to be by her side. That space was reserved solely for me. I cannot see why she is getting so riled up right now as she paces back and forth, scowling at me. I did her a service. And hadn’t she traded up? Financial trust manager or underboss of a mafia organization? I know which one I’d prefer, and it’s not a smarmy ex-frat boy in a shit suit counting dollar signs.

“You…you made him ghost me!”

“Yes, but I didn’t make him stick his dick in someone else, Ava. He did that on his own.” If I thought my words would surprise her, I was wrong.

Staring angrily at me, she keeps walking back and forth, making frustrated little noises. I wonder how she found out? Did he resurface and confess all? Did that stupid blonde bimbo admit what a shit friend she was? Or was it the bimbo’s boyfriend? Did he spill details of the triad’s little tryst? Did any of it even matter? It didn’t change fuck all.

“That’s not what’s really upsetting you. Stop hiding behind that pathetic piece of shit, Bunny.” I demand, reaching out and grabbing her hand, linking my fingers in with hers. “Tell the truth.”

If she tried to lie now and hide whatever was going on after those conversations about trust, it would infuriate me. There should be no secrets between us. No barriers and no walls to hide behind. If it wasn’t raw and real, I didn’t want it.

“Family dinner was awful.”

I’d learned about her weekly trips back to her family home in the reports from Cato. Thought of her shutting her mouth and shrinking herself to play happy families with daddy once a week made me furious.

“I think they put you in here. Together. I don’t know how or why, but they hate you. There’s this outburst of toxicity every time your name comes up.” She swallows anxiously before scrubbing her face with her free hand, looking exhausted.

Daddy dearest had been the one who sent me here. He’d been the presiding judge on my case, but it was interesting to see that my smart little bunny was finally reaching the same conclusion I was. Walters’ hatred went beyond signing the papers and condemning me as guilty. The brother? How did he fit on the chessboard? The whole situation was suspect. I never leave behind proof of my crimes, but somehow my DNA was there, tying me into the murder of some lowlife drug dealer.

Jules was currently looking into the evidence they had on me again as part of my appeal. He could pay to get me out of here in a heartbeat, but since I’d decided to stay and ferret out what information I could, he’d turned it into a little game of sorts. When I did eventually get out of here, I had a feeling I’d never hear the end of what a brilliant lawyer he is.

Ava leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder. Has she slept at all the last couple of days? She looked dead on her feet. “Andrew started screaming and throwing things.”

“Did he hurt you?” Growling, I pull away to cup her face and check for any marks I might have overlooked earlier. If he had laid a finger on her…If there was so much as one scratch, I’d cut out his spleen and feed it to the fucker.

“No. I just…I need to not be in my head for a while.”

I don’t need to hear anything else, she told the truth, showed me her vulnerabilities. She chose me.

“Do you trust me?”

She nods. My mouth crashes against hers as I claim her lips in a hungry kiss. She chose me. I can’t get enough of her taste, the honey sweetness addictive as I swallow down her eager moans.

“You know I do,” she whimpers between kisses.

I want to invade every sense, every thought, overwhelm her until all that’s left behind is me. Working quickly, I strip us both down, while trying not to break the kiss, desperate to keep that connection. Dropping our clothes to the floor, I place her duty belt on the desk with a wicked grin.

“God, I love your tits,” I say, squeezing her breasts as I kiss her neck.

She chuckles, but it’s a little forced. “I hate them, they’re too small.”

Too small? I clearly hadn’t been giving her all the praise she deserved. She was a fucking masterpiece.

“No, they’re perfect.” Pushing them together, I nuzzle my face against her breasts before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth and teasing the other with my fingers. “You’re perfect.”

Her hands push into my hair as she clutches me tighter against her body, and I love how responsive she is.

“I could spend all day sucking these gorgeous nipples.” With a sigh, I swap, latching my mouth over the other nipple and giving it the same care and attention as the other one. After a few minutes, I sigh. “But we don’t have all day.”

Guiding her body, I turn her so that her palms are resting flat on her desk and her ass is pushed out. Nudging her feet further apart, I bite down on her shoulder, feeling her whole-body tremble under me.

“Pass me your belt.”

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