Page 92 of Falcon's Prey

He bent his head so that we could see eye to eye. The warmth of his face on my cheeks provided a false sense of security.

“That’s right, princess. I need you. I crave you. I fuckingwantyou. You got under my fucking skin, and I can’t make you go away…and I know I got under yours.”

My mouth stayed shutbecause I couldn’t deny it.

“I was so fucking furious at you that day in the maze, but one thing became clear. You were mine, and no one was going to take you away from me. Here you are. You know who I am, and you know what I do, and you still let me into your body. You don’t give a shit that I’ve killed, and you don’t give a shit that I will probably do it again. You’re as fucked up as I am, Ember, and you want to be owned by me. You want that sense of belonging to someone. For someone to give a fuck whether you live or die, and that someone is me, princess.”

I was panting now at his words; they tugged at every emotion I had. Emotions I rarely felt because feelings made you weak and vulnerable.

“I’ve never been scared before, Ember. When you live by the sword, you die by it too, so I’ve always known my end would be bloody. But today, the moment they ripped you from my arms, I was afraid. I was afraid to lose you. I was never going to kill you, Ember. I was going to keep you.”

It wasn’t a declaration of love, far from it.

It was a declaration of want.

He wanted me, flaws and all.

“What happens now?”

Ren put his lips on my own and made a vow. “We find a way not to die.”

We were so different yet the same, both of us with a price on our heads, but could we really defy death?

“As much as I love your fucking mouth, when we’re out there…” He pointed outside the door. “…keep your mouth shut. When we’re alone, you can bitch as much as you want. When we have company, you don’t say anything that makes me look weak.”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t joke about your safety,” he deadpanned. “Did he touch you?”

“No, Ren. I didn’t fuck him.” I pushed him away from me.

“That’s not what I asked.” Ren was angry again. “Did he hurt you somewhere I can’t see?”

My heart broke in places I didn’t know it was capable of breaking. What would Ren think of me if he knew what Silas did to me?

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” Ren walked away, not waiting for my answer.

I watched him leave and processed everything that had happened. We were both fucked up, and that made us perfect for each other. I could never be with a spineless socialite who enjoyed wasting Daddy’s money. That wasn’t me. I didn’t know a lot about myself, but I did know that I wanted Ren, and I was going to ride this wave until it came to an end. People always abandoned me, so I squared my shoulders. When and if he left me, I would survive that too.

I opened the door to the shower. Steam poured out, and Ren was under the spray, head bowed, but as soon as he saw me walking in, he turned his face toward me. No words were spoken as I closed the door behind me. Not as I removed the heels, the stupid dress, and the thong. I let it all drop to the floor, along with my caution and sanity.

The first thing I said when I stepped in the shower was, “He didn’t hurt me… The only person I want touching me is—”

The words died as he pulled me by the back of my head, bringing me to him. The water was too hot, burning my skin, but I didn’t feel it, not when all I focused on was his kiss.

“All I’ve known is hell, but I find heaven in your lips,” he told me in a husky tone.

I knew people did stupid things for a pretty face, but they also did them for pretty words. Ren meant them—I knew he did. He was beaten because of me. He was willing to defy death for me. I gulped, and then I dropped to my knees in front of him.

If his gaze was intense before, it was nothing like how he was looking at me now, and there was no ice in his gaze. I was sure the world could come to blows around us and we would be lost in each other.

Ren looked down on me; the water made his hair look darker, beads all over his chest running down his abs. I could see bruises starting to form, and I wanted to make him feel better. He grabbed his dick. It was long, almost angry-looking, the tip leaking with precum, and he stroked it twice.

“Suck, princess,” he demanded as his hand came to my hair and gently tugged my head back.

When I opened my mouth, he slowly started thrusting into my lips. I greedily took everything he gave me and asked for more. Being on your knees was supposed to be a sign of submission, but being on my knees for Ren didn’t feel like that at all. Being on my knees for someone like him was a sign of power. He trusted me enough not to hurt him while he fed me his dick.

My hands came to his thighs, holding him in place as I took him deeper. I’d never been so turned on while sucking dick. My lips wrapped around him, sucking as the water fell on my back. I grabbed Ren’s ass and pulled him toward me, and I gagged. Ren’s hold on my hair got tighter, his head tipped back as his chest rose and fell. Between my legs, I felt needy and started to move my hips, trying to find relief, but I didn’t want to stop touching him to please myself.

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