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“Are you mine too, Shane?”

“Absolutely. There’s no other way about it.”

Again and again, we move. I know my weight pins her to the bed, but she does her best to move along with me. It’s intoxicating knowing I can make her come repeatedly.

“Daddy, please, may I come again?”

“Yes, whenever you can.”

I thrust in one last time, grinding my pubic bone against her clit. She explodes, her hands fisting and un-fisting. I pull out, and she screams. I don’t even stroke myself before my cum squirts across her tits, giving her a pearl necklace. Before I’m done, I surge into her again, spilling the rest of my cum insideher. I’ve marked her as thoroughly as I can. But one of these days, I’ll fuck her in the arse too, and she’ll truly know she’s mine.

“Carrie, that was remarkable. I can’t describe the experience because my mind is blank. You wiped every coherent thought from it.”

We pant as we gaze at one another. As rough as that was a moment ago, now there’s tenderness. I never imagined I had a tender bone in my body. Maybe I’m a changed man.

Chapter Seventeen

Carrie

Shane releases my hands from the bra, and I run my fingertips up and down his back as he rolls us onto our sides. Then he moves, so I’m draped across his chest. My hand and head rest beside his heart. I hear how it pounds just like mine does. I don’t know what to say to all of this, and I guess he doesn’t either because we remain silent, just enjoying the moment.

Eventually, our bodies cool, and we shiver. It makes us laugh at the same time as we get up and sit on the edge of the bed together. It’s another moment before we get dressed. I don’t know why we both do this, when I suppose we could pull the covers down and snuggle beneath the sheets and comforter.

Is it a force of habit that we both leave when we’re done with sex? I don’t think so. Is it too intimate to remain here? Maybe, but it’s with silent agreement we head back downstairs.

We’re holding hands, so I don’t feel like he’s grown distant or anything. Just the opposite. It feels like a normal couple where sex is enjoyable and a part of the relationship, but it’s such the norm we continue with our day.

We head to the living room, and he grabs the remotes and turns on the TV to a streaming platform.

“Are there any movies you’ve been wanting to watch? Anything that interests you?”

I name a recent one I saw listed the last time I watched TV.

“Are you hungry? Do you want snacks? I have popcorn.”

“No, not hungry yet. Maybe later, but for now, I’m good. Though, actually, I could go for a glass of water, please.”

He heads into the kitchen, and I hear him moving around. The phone I left on the table earlier buzzes. I look at the number and realize it’s my office. I ignore it, but I also see there’re four other missed calls from them. It makes me question whether I can keep avoiding their calls. It’s only going to make them more suspicious if I do. When Shane comes back with bottled water, I show him my phone.

“I’ve got to do something since they’ve called this many times.”

“I know. Call them back, but put them on speaker, so I can hear their tone of voice, not just their words.”

“All right.” I hit the missed call number and put it on speaker. It doesn’t even ring.

“Carys, where the hell are you?”

“I told you already, Angela. I found somewhere safe.”

“Yeah, well, not safe enough because someone else is after Bartlomiej.”

“What do you mean by that?” I glance at Shane, wondering if he’s done something or at least ordered it. He shakes his head.

“He went on that trip to Boston and was attacked.”

“Bratva?”

My eyes widen as I keep watching Shane. He shrugs his shoulders. This is news to him, too.

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