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At last, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I stood and gently shifted her then took my dick to her entrance. I was a patient man, but keeping from fucking straight into her while she frowned in her sleep and turned her head had the power to make me insane. When she stilled, I gripped my cock and glided it up and down, getting it wet. Then I inched inside.

Fucking hell. I breathed through my nose and set my palms to the bed to continue pressing in without gripping onto her tantalising flesh. Under me, her body spread out, relaxed and so damn sexy.

A series of shallow hits jerked her so her tits jogged, and I stooped to take one in my mouth as I worked in deeper. The feel of her on my tongue when I bottomed out to balls-deep inside her broke something in me.

My tolerance for keeping it slow snapped. Withdrawing my hips, I thrust into her hard. Again. She moaned low. Her head moved. Then her eyes flew open.

“What…?” Cassie reached for where I speared her open. “You’re fucking me?”

“Yes, wild girl.”

“Arsehole,” she griped. “I would’ve missed out. Start again.”

Elated, I barked a laugh and picked her up, keeping my dick where it needed to be. Her legs circled my waist, and her lips sought mine. Kissing, we clashed for control, and I carried her to the window and pressed her to the glass, fucking her where the whole city could see, and with broken daylight streaking across the sky.

“You belong to me,” I told her. “Every part of you is mine. Whenever I want. If that’s in the middle of the night, I’m taking you.”

Cassie only moaned and urged me to fuck her faster.

I gripped her backside, over where I’d shot the tracker into her, and took off, so gone for her and so in need from edging us both. When she dug her nails into my shoulders and cursed me, I slowed to feel her orgasm then finally let myself come inside her so hard I saw stars. Finally allowing myself to fall.

The landing would be brutal. She told me she wouldn’t be mine forever.

I had to make her realise the opposite was true.

In bed, Cassie shoved me then curled in a ball against my body and returned to sleep. Though exhausted, satisfied, I still couldn’t rest.

From the bedside table where I’d left it this morning and hadn’t checked it since, I took up my phone. My first action was to click on the link Shade had sent, before he’d abducted me, and checked Cassie’s tracker was working. It displayed her location in bed just fine.

Then I checked through my other messages.

I had several from my sister. Genevieve swore that I ignored her texts and phone calls, and that was to some degree true. She brought questions I couldn’t answer. Demands to know how I was, wanting to talk. In the past, when I’d been barely getting by, I’d never wanted to share my struggles.

Perhaps now, I’d actually message her back.

The most recent one pulled me up short.

Genevieve: Thought you’d want to see this. The mayor recorded a video outside the warehouse tonight. Most of it you can ignore. He claims his excellent police force brought down Deadwater’s serial killer, and that for prosecution purposes, he can’t discuss further. Pretending that they have him yada, yada. But then he says that later this week, he’s going to make an announcement about his strategy for the city’s gangs when he’s re-elected. Right outside of our home. Fuck that guy.

I sat up against the pillows and pressed the link, setting the volume to the lowest. It was enough to hear my pompous father, smiling for the cameras, and making the announcement Gen had described. At his comment about gangs, he gestured to the warehouse. The people around him who’d gathered to listen threw worried glances.

My anger for him had simmered this evening, but now it was back.

It was on me to handle him. Like with every other aspect of my new world, I needed to work out how to get what I wanted. I’d be damned if I’d lose any part of what I’d found.

Chapter 33

Cassie

A knock at the apartment door had me skipping to answer it. Riordan was at work, and I had been down in the brothel all afternoon and evening, but had been summoned upstairs by Manny telling me I needed to be in for a delivery.

I flung open the door to find the security chief in the hall with another two crew members. Between them, they hefted a big, linen-coloured sofa.

Stepping back, I made way for them. “Where did this come from?”

Manny had them set it down in the middle of the floor. It was pristine, like the wrapping had just come off it.

“I’m just the messenger.”

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