Page 69 of The Fox

Rhodes hasn’t let up, his pacing still relentless. His cock is deep inside me, nailing my G-spot with every snap of his hips. As much as this is a resetting of mindset, it is also a soft reminder of the way I need to take care of myself. I am being punished in the most delicious way.

The orgasm Rhodes demands starts small, cresting over my spine like a wave building. “Come on, baby. Give it up.” The hand on my hip grips it tightly and I shatter. I feel a gush of fluid on my thighs and Rhodes’ hips move frantically, seeking his own release. I have never been so thankful to be in the shower.

“Good girl,” he grunts out before stilling, his hips pushed against my ass and holding me to him. My breath is fast and my mind is empty. Being able to slip into this state of mind where I am nothing more than the woman loved by Rhodes Alexander is my favorite place. He supersedes my home, surpasses Parker’s coffee on a rainy day. I hear the shower click off and a warm towel is draped across my shoulders, the warmth telling me that the fluffy cotton was in the dryer previously.

Rhodes wraps me like the snuggest burrito before snagging a shirt from the basket next to my shower. I keep old t-shirts to wrap my hair in after wash day so the fabric doesn’t cause breakage as my tresses dry. He motions for me to bend over, and I feel him running my leave in and styling cremes into my waves before his hands attempt a pineapple wrap. I laugh, feeling my breathing slow down, and after he secures the wrap, I flip my head back over to find him considering me.

“Better?”

Pursing my lips, I hum and nod my head.This towel is really warm. Can I make it to the kitchen for a snack?I take one step forward before Rhodes places his broad hands on my shoulders, and I know that I have to verbalize an answer. “Yes, I am better. Thank you, Ro.” The tightness in his face I hadn’t noticed previously lessens.

“Good. I know that you’ve had a lot on your plate lately, Amelia. I just need you to ask for help, alright?”

This isn’t a new conversation for us. Rhodes was incredibly understanding when I explained that I’ve never been one to ask for help because the one time I did, I was ignored and then subsequently punished. I’ve been operating alone for so long that having someone like Rhodes is foreign to my very existence.

“Or I can just follow you. I don’t mind looking at that fine ass all day.” I glance up and find him smiling.

“I’ll ask for help, Rhodes.”

He takes one step closer to me, running his finger down the bridge of my nose before booping the tip. “Now that we’ve settled that and I have you soft again, do you want a snackie?” I chuckle at the way he has picked up how I refer to snacks when it is just Lennon and I in the room. I’m constantly asking Lennon if he wants snackies.

Snackies are life and I adore them.

“Please.” Rhodes starts to walk toward our room, pausing in the doorframe and turning back to me, his towel low on those hips.Maybe it’ll slip. Gods, let it slip.

“Look at you, asking for what you need. You even said ‘please.’” A hint of that Cheshire grin is at the corner of his lips. “Such a good girl.”

I playfully stomp toward him, snaking one hand out from my towel to grab his, but Rhodes anticipates my movement and runs away. When I finally reach him, he’s put on grey sweatshorts and is barechested. Rhodes leaves his hair free and in his hands is a giant shirt. I know it’s for me, and I also know that he’s likely recently worn it, just so his scent will be embedded within the material.

Odds are, he’s also washed it several times, ensuring that I will be wrapped in a little piece of him. I drop the towel from my body, unashamed of it. Rhodes’ gaze heats and I see his cock twitch, a slow smirk plays on my lips. I stalk toward him, putting an extra sway into my hips before placing a hand on his chest, running my touch down until I toy with the waistband.

“What was that about a snack?”

CHAPTER 46

Amelia---Faltering Joy

After I dropped to my knees and took Rhodes into my mouth, he’d carried me into the living room and sat me there before moving into the kitchen. A bowl of Doritos later and here we are, slowly enjoying the rest of our evening with chirps from Lennon and snuggles. A docuseries is playing in the background and my soul is at peace.

“What are you afraid of?” His fingers never leave my hair, the firm stroking grounding me with him. “For some reason, meeting the man who tried to kill you doesn’t give you pause, so, what does?”

“I’m terrified of losing something I’ve been without for my whole life.”

“What is that, baby?” Rhodes keeps his voice soft, words more of a murmur than anything. I close my eyes, focusing on the steady movement on the crown of my head.

“I’m scared of losing you. You are the one person who isn’t afraid to love me.”

“Baby,” he starts before I quickly interrupt.

“I never had love growing up. Papa wasn’t one to show affection, and when he did, there was an ulterior intention behind it. I didn’t know what it was to be held, to be kept safe. There wasn’t warmth in that house, no laughter bouncing from the rafters.” I swallow, licking my lips as my hands start to pick my cuticles. I am grateful that Rhodes hasn’t stopped running his fingers through my hair.

“That’s why I’m so protective of my space, why I’m so closed off and hard to love.” I pause, hesitant to continue, but I know that I’ll never get it out otherwise. “I am so afraid of losing you because you are everything I’ve always dreamed about.”

“Kochanie, I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“The Mafia doesn’t allow for fairytales.”

I feel him sigh before speaking. “There’s a woman I know who is breathtakingly beautiful. She is fiercely independent and remarkably clever. She runs this world like the queen she is. The streets are her chessboard.” He reaches for my chin, tilting my head back further into his lap, before skimming the column of my neck with his rough fingers.

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