Page 46 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

He tears the packet, takes a deep breath that has me wanting to laugh at his seriousness, then slides the tampon inside me.

“How’s it feel?” he chokes out as his gaze snaps from my pussy to my face.

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

I chew on my lip. “Thank you.”

He pulls me back onto his lap, and I squeal at the sudden movement. Instantly, his warmth comforts me. “Good girl. Now let’s get you fed before Romeo wakes, huh?”

I can only nod while he stands, taking me with him, and when he places a delicate kiss on my neck, I moan.

“Keep making those little sounds, baby girl, and I’m going to stuff that throat with my cock. Don’t think you’re ready for what I have to give you.”

He walks over to Romeo and picks up his bouncer with his free hand while I cling to him like a koala.

Oh, I’m ready.

So fucking ready.

TWENTY-THREE

LAYA

Owen feeds me another strawberry while I sit on his lap like a child. He refuses to let me leave his side and has taken his responsibility as caregiver to a whole new level, including brushing my teeth and hair and moisturizing my body. Not that I’m complaining about the attention he lavishes on me, because his love for me flows from him freely now, when he always had his feelings so locked down while I battled to break through his defenses.

His phone buzzes on the kitchen table, and I glance at the screen to see the name Rafael on there. Owen grimaces and picks the phone up, answering the call.

“You’ve some fucking nerve, Owen,” Rafael bellows.

“I know. I apologize.” Owen winces. “I had a family emergency.” His arm tightens around me as dread lines my stomach. I’m the family emergency. A shudder rushes through me, and Owen doesn’t miss it. He pulls me against him, his hand stroking gently over my arm.

“Emergency? What about my fucking emergency?”

He exhales heavily. “You’re in good hands with Oscar, Rafael.”

A scoff emits the angry man. “We had a fucking business deal, Owen. This is not how you conduct business.” The venom oozes from him, and Owen’s shoulders tense.

“I have the best men on the job, Rafael.”

“You shirked your fucking responsibilities. For what, huh?”

“None of your fucking business,” he snaps back, and my heart races at the anger pulsating from Owen in waves.

“I want fucking answers, Owen!”

“And you’ll get them. From Oscar,” Owen spits back before ending the call and throwing the phone onto the table, then he drags a hand over his head on a deep exhale. “Fuck!”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

His body instantly relaxes. “Don’t apologize, baby.”

I pull back and meet his gaze. “It’s true.” I wring my T-shirt between my hands. “I’ve ruined so many things, and now I’m affecting your business too.”

“No. You’re worth everything and so much more. It’s not your fault. The blame is solely on me, Laya. I’ve told you before, you’re mine and I will do anything to protect you.” He lifts my chin to face him, and the intensity behind his eyes causes something peculiar to slither through my veins. It’s heated, predatory, and possessive, like a warning or a promise. I’m not quite sure, but it makes me uneasy. “Anything to keep you,” he whispers, and I repress the sliver of doubt edging to get out.

“Where are we getting married?”

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