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The sides of my vision begin to darken as I focus on her flushed face, her swollen lips, her long neck and the creamy swell of her breasts.

I reach up with one hand to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger while my other hand squeezes her hip. As the shudder signalling her orgasm tremors through her, she leans back, and I try to burn the image of her coming on my cock on my brain. I can’t hold out any longer as I follow her over the edge, feeling my hot come slicken her walls.

She blinks a few times, getting her bearings before leaning down and resting her head against my chest.

Harry

I lie here for a few minutes, just listening to the beat of Aidan’s heart as his cock rests inside of me.

The fact that I had sex with someone I only just met barely even registers. I feel like I’ve known Aidan forever. Like we are connected not just through my father, but in some other way that I don’t have time to unpack right now.

His fingers stroke lazily up and down my back.

“I know you don’t know much about this world, Harriet,” his voice is low, and I find comfort in the way it rumbles from his chest. “But now you’re mine. Mine to protect and care for. Mine to worship. No other man gets to so much as look at you with anything other than respect.”

I lift my head to look him in the eyes, seeing something I don’t recognise there and wishing I knew more of this world and what he meant. Am I supposed to be single forever? Or does he mean that we are together now?

His hand lowers to my arse and gives it a hard squeeze before he flips us over. I decide to think of the specifics another time, because getting lost in the pleasure and orgasms is the only way I think I’ll survive the here and now.

After slowly stretching myself to accommodate him before, I feel him hardening again, pressing against my walls and filling me with dizzying anticipation. He pumps his hips, long, languid strokes, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine.” His thrusts become fiercer, harder, threatening to tear me apart.

I wonder what the significance is of those words, of the admission that I am his, because he is the only man who ever treated me like an equal. Who doesn’t see me as anything other than what I am.

“Say it,” he grits out as he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, forcefully waking the bundle of nerves and causing me to cry out.

“I’m yours,” I concede on a pant. He pulls the wetness up from where we’re joined. The slickness of his come with the stickiness of my arousal combined, creating a silky smooth sensation as he rubs circles on my clit.

I lie back, getting lost in the feelings that threaten to drown me. Letting my body relax into his thrusts, bouncing with each hard penetration of his cock. He lifts my legs up, resting my calves against his shoulders and drops kisses on them as he returns his thumb to work its magic.

“You’re fucking perfect, Harriet.” His words are grunts as loses the final threads of control. His muscles flicker and with one final press of his thumb and pump of his cock, we both fly over the abyss.

***

I don’t know when we fell asleep, but I wake up nestled in his arms. I stay still just to breathe the feeling in, one last moment before we return to reality.

Aidan tenses behind me, then nuzzles into the back of my neck.

“We have work to do,” I say, reluctantly sitting up.

He reaches up and squeezes my breast.

“Do we have to?” he asks.

“Yes, if we want to keep the Cordez side of this fucked up world running.” I get out of bed, wishing we could stay there forever is a pointless endeavour. The world keeps moving whether we choose to keep going or not. “You need to tell me everything.”

“So, you definitely want to do it? Take over from your father?” He is sitting up now, watching as I move around collecting up my clothes before I head into the bathroom for a shower.

I think on his words for a moment, tilting my head as though that will help line up the parts of this that I know and understand with the parts that are still missing.

“Yes,” I finally say. “It’s the only way I still feel connected to my dad, and it’s what he wanted, even if he didn’t go about it the proper way.”

Aidan’s gaze drops from mine and immediately nerves unfurl in my stomach.

“What is it?” I ask, just wanting to get whatever it is out of the way.

“Well, if you’re staying, you should know all the facts,” he says. Panic begins to tighten my throat.

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