Page 74 of Guarded Rebellion

“No. I saw nothing unusual, not until I was about to leave.”

I fought not to react to his bare chest as he took off his shirt. I hated the scars that were still healing. And I chastised myself forhaving a reaction to him without clothes on. I would always lust for this man. No matter what. But now wasn’t the time.

“Eva?”

I jerked my face up, returning the cool tip of the towel to his cut lip.

“I asked when the last time was that you saw Bryce.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he scolded firmly. He yanked on my shirt, removing it. “Come shower with me and tell me.”

I let him guide me by the hand. “You know when I last saw him. When I kissed him at the library to make you jealous.”

“I think it worked,” he agreed wryly, leaning down to kiss me as he pushed my pants off. I wasn’t wearing panties, and he groaned.

“Why are you asking about him?” I helped him get his pants off as he continued to kiss me. Mixing business with pleasure was new. I never asked him about “work”, and he never opted to share business with me freely like this. Especially not as we undressed for a shower to clean the dried blood off him while he kissed me and roved his hands over my naked flesh.

“Because I saw him there. Behind the library.”

I stroked him, unable to tame my desire for him. He thrust into my hand, kissing me as he walked me back to the shower stall.

“I saw him taking money from an Ilyin. When I chased after him, they attacked.”

“Dammit, Lev. You’re still recovering from the other day.”

He grinned as he lifted me and carried me into the shower with him. Pressing me up against the cold wall, he multitasked to reach over and turn on the water. Cool, then warm spray hit me, cascading over our bodies as he kissed me hard. His erection poked at my stomach, and pinned to the tile surface like this, I was eager for him to fill me.

“Are you worried about me?” he taunted softly as he lined himself up to me.

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him and encouraging him to put that cocky mouth on my breasts. He did, earning my low moans. “I will always worry about you.”

Because I love you.

“Now you know how I feel.” He slid in, all the way to the hilt. Stretched and stuffed, I adjusted to the precious fullness I never wanted to feel with anyone else but him.

“Hard?” I joked. “Hard and deep?”

He chuckled lightly, pulling out and sliding back in. “The Ilyins attacked me. If it weren’t for Marcus and another soldier…”

I kissed him, wanting to silence the rest of the sentence he wouldn’t finish.

He hissed in pain as he shifted closer to me for more leverage into me, and I evaded his lips. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“The day I can’t fuck you like you need…” he argued.

Won’t happen.We had to figure out how to convince my uncle to let me marry him.

“I can’t help myself with you.”

I kissed him harder, tightening my legs around his waist. I couldn’t either. I didn’t want to stop this need for him, this budding love that grew every day we stayed together.

He didn’t last long. Nor did I. But when I came, powerful with a punch, he had the common sense to muffle my cries with his mouth over mine, his lips sealing my sounds of pure bliss.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed after he shot into me, flooding my womb with his cum. His legs shook as he lowered me to stand, but he kept me close, in his embrace. “Such a good little brat.”

I smiled, amused by this dirty talk that was like an inside joke between us. “You slut,” I reminded him.

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