Page 126 of Falcon's Prey

Ren stepped closer to me, and I gulped air, not able to meet his eyes because he knew the darkest part of me. His fingers came to my chin, tilting it.

“Tonight, you’re going to give it all to me. Because I’m going to fucking ruin you in the best way, so when you think of pain, you’ll think about the pain I give you that makes your pussy wet… Now tell me, do you love me?”

“Silas is dead?” My lips wobbled as I looked at my body and his.

“You think I’d let him live after what he did to you? No one, as long as I fucking breathe, will hurt you.” His words were vicious, violent, brutal, but they were honest.

Ren was like air. He was everywhere at once and not at all. He was the most basic necessity I needed to survive, except I also wanted him. He never hindered me as Silas did. He made me stronger. He took a broken girl and made her withstand fire.

I didn’t answer him. I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to me as I kissed his lips. It was a vow covered in the blood of my enemy. A warning that if he lied to me again, I might not come back, and a promise because he might never tell me the words I longed to hear, but he promised them with every single thing he did.

“I love you.” I bit his lip into my mouth and sucked it.

Ren took off his clothes, and I marveled at the body I missed so much. I got off the counter, removing my bra, skirt, and panties. I walked to the shower and turned it on. I had barely turned the water warm when Ren came behind me, his bloodied hand coming across my waist. He pushed us into the water and kissed my neck as the water washed the blood off our skin.

A few minutes later, when Silas’s blood no longer stained the tile red, Ren’s hand came to my pussy, cupping it.

“Who owns this, Ember?”

“You,” I moaned as his finger worked my clit.

“Fuck, I missed that sound.”

Ren pushed my body against the cold tile as he trailed kisses down my neck, my back, on the top of my waist. He opened my legs, and his mouth was right there. I didn’t have time to freeze like last time as he kissed the puckered skin before his tongue dove into my wet folds.

“Ren!”

He gripped my ass as he ate me from behind. Just as I felt like I was coming, he got up. He turned me around and inserted three fingers inside me, stretching me. I needed him now.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmured as his fingers worked my clit. “Relax.”

His thumb and index finger worked my clit, and I started to shake, and just as I began to come, I felt an intrusion on my backside. I didn’t have time to register because Ren was making me scream by the way he played my pussy.

I felt myself coming down, my walls still convulsing, and one of Ren’s fingers was in my ass.

“You’re so fucking tight. Fucking perfect. Mine.”

I let out a little whimper when he removed his hand.

Then he gave me the slowest of kisses against my lips. “He’ll never hurt you again.”

He knew my ultimate sin, and he was still here.

I threw my arms around him, kissing him back as he lifted me in his arms and took me to bed. We were wet, and there was still blood in the room, but I didn’t care. Because in Ren’s arms, nothing could touch me. He was my ultimate high, and I never wanted to come down.

Ren laid me on the bed, his body coming on top of mine. He tilted my hips, then slammed into me, and I screamed. I held on to him, letting him give me everything he had to offer, and I gave it to him right back to him.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.

Love was not perfect. And making love didn’t have to be sweet.

Queen. Knight. Soldier

My eyes sprang open in the middle of the night. I had a gut feeling I was being watched. Without moving, I did the best I could to look around the dark room, trying to find any danger. It sounded stupid, but I trusted my gut. Just like every night, one of my arms was around Ember’s waist, her body molding against mine, seeking protection and comfort, something I no longer fought against but fucking lived for. I bent down and smelled the mint of her hair and kissed her forehead lightly so I wouldn’t wake her.

The door was closed, but something felt off. I reached for my nightstand, trying to grab my gun, when my hand met the cold wooden surface. My heart thumped, knowing I left it there last night. My head whipped to the right, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. That didn’t matter because there was no denying that the Glock I always left there for protection was missing.

Shit.

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