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“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers, and my heart expands in my chest. With him caressing up and down my belly, I almost fall asleep when I hear him asking. “Have Jillian and Richard said something to upset you or did they make you uncomfortable?”

I’m pretty sure no one is safe from Kian’s protective side when it comes to me. If I said yes, he’d go berserk. It’s humbling and a bit intense, but I prefer focusing on the humbling one.

I could play dumb, but I see no reason and I ask.

“Why do you call your mother and father by their first names?” I roll to my side, and he erects the usual wall whenever his past comes up, still I insist.

“They don’t deserve to be called parents.” His jaw clenches and I turn his face to me with my palm.

“Kian, please answer the question. Something must have happened for you to be so unbalanced when it comes to them.”

His face hardens, and I know he won’t answer, so I give up for tonight.

“Everything your mother said had something to do with Brandon.”

“Nothing new there.”

I can’t bring myself to tell Kian that his father scares me. I shiver, remembering the way he looked at me as if I were nothing more than a token in a game.

Chapter 19

Ellia

I wake up hours later to Kian’s lips trailing down my jaw.

“Wake up, angel.”

I open my eyes to complete darkness, and I mumble. “The sun is not up. Let me sleep.”

I turn on my side, and Kian’s amusement dances on my skin.

“Hmm, then I’ll have to go on my own. I’ll send you pictures.”

My lashes flutter open and I scoot onto my ass, looking at him. “Where are we going?”

“Get dressed. You won’t regret it.”

I scowl as I leap off the bed and say, “I better not.”

He slaps me on the ass, and I stick my tongue out at him. I put on a denim jumpsuit and my movements halt when I see him in something other than a suit. He is wearing jeans and a white t-shirt—absolutely mouthwatering, but I wonder where we’re going.

“You look nice,” I say, trying to play cool and not be the woman who hasn’t stopped drooling.

He swaggers to me, and I backtrack until my back hits the wall. He puts his hands on each side of my face and dips his head, a smirk on his lips. “Just nice?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

“What if I am?” He cocks a brow, suppressing a smile.

“You know you look sexy.” I tap his nose and he bites the tip of my finger.

“Ahem, what else?”

“And you’re pretty good with your tongue, fingers, and…” I pat my lips as if in deep thoughts.

“Am I now, what else?” he asks, completely lost in me.

“I think we’re going to be late.” I remind him and smile, loving every second of having him entrapped in me.

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