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“Don’t apologize,” he says, his voice gentler than it has been since he found me in this warehouse. “I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long. I shouldn’t have left you in the dark.I shouldn’t have made you feel like that. You just make me so fucking crazy. I’ve never felt like this about anyone else.”

I take his face in my hands and look urgently into his eyes. “No, it’s okay. I left because I was scared... I’m not scared anymore.”

“I can’t lose you. I almost did. I want you to live a life you love, Evie, not a life you’re afraid of. If you want to keep going to school, you can. I’ll make sure you have security detail. I’ll make sure you can do whatever you want safely. Just… please no male friends.”

I chuckle. “You’re the only man I want to be around.”

He seems to understand that I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m so keyed up, and hearing his softer side makes me want him even more. It’s nice to know that it’s there, but I want the man that came in, the man that shot other people for me, the man that ripped my binds off. The man that fucked me in the back of his car because he couldn’t wait to get me inside.

Red gives me what I want. He pushes me down so I’m lying on the floor, and his mouth is insistent. I feel hot all over, feeling myself getting wet between my legs. I spread my legs open for him, letting him settle between them. He lowers his hips, and I feel his hard cock pressing against me.

I groan, pushing up into him, letting him know that I need more. Red grinds down against me, and I feel him getting even harder. I need him right here, right now.

“Please,” I say, not caring where we are or what happened before this moment. “Red, please. I need you.”

“I need you too, sweetheart,” he says, kissing down the side of my neck, nipping at my pulse point, and making me cryout in pleasure. “You have no fucking idea how bad I need you, Evie.”

Chapter Eleven

RED

The way Evie kisses me is like a wildfire. It’s overwhelming, all-consuming. I need to be inside her. It doesn’t matter that we’re in an enemy’s warehouse. We could be right in the middle of a busy street and I’d still need her just as badly as I need her now.

“I love you so much,” I say, breaking the kiss for half a second.

I don’t give Evie time to respond before I’m on her again. My hands find the waistband of her pants, and I waste no time in taking them off. Her panties come along, too. I toss the clothes to the side, not caring where they land. We’ll find them later. What matters is that we get as close as possible as quickly as possible.

“Sit up,” I growl, backing up so she can lift herself off the floor slightly.

As soon as I have the space, I yank her shirt off. Then, without regard for the fabric, I rip her bra off. She lets out a gasp that turns into a moan, clearly impressed by my show of strength. If I weren’t so set on keeping her body all for myself, I might have ripped her shirt right off of her too.

“You are so, so fucking perfect,” I tell her, running my hands down her sides. When I get to her hips, I trail my hands back up, cupping her breasts in my palms. She sighs loudly, pressing herself up into my touch. I squeeze the flesh, eliciting another satisfied noise out of her mouth.

“I want to see you,” she murmurs as I start tweaking her nipples.

I almost don’t hear her request, too focused on having my hands on her body. When I do register it, I decide I’m going to make her wait. I’m not a forgiving man, and even though I have forgiven her, I still want to dole out a little bit of punishment.

“In a minute,” I tell her, dipping my head down so I can kiss her sternum.

I take one of her nipples into my mouth, continuing to tweak the other side of her chest. The sounds that fall out of her mouth are delicious and addicting. I can’t wait to have them all the time.

“Please,” she cries out, grabbing at my shirt and trying to pull it up over my head. “Red, please. I need more.”

“You’ll get more,” I promise her, letting go of her nipple with a pop. Then, I shift to the other side, giving it the same attention.

Evie writhes beneath me. She struggles to take in full breaths, and her hips push up against me as she desperately tries to get some friction. It’s adorable how needy and desperate I can get her with nothing more than my mouth on her tits.

Finally, I have mercy on her. I lean back and rip my shirt off, tossing it in the same direction that I threw her pants just a few minutes ago. I catch Evie ogling my muscles, so I make sure to put on a show of stretching and flexing. If my girl wants a show, I’ll give her one.

When I’m done showing off, I get rid of my jeans. I groan when my cock is finally freed from the confines of my boxers. As I wrap a hand around myself to get a little bit of friction, I practically growl. If I’m this keyed up from nothing more than my hand, Evie’s pussy is going to feel like heaven.

“Red,” she says, her hand reaching out toward me.

I let her grab my cock, lowering myself over her once again. The kiss we share is sloppy, both of our attention focused on where she’s touching me. The messiness only heightens the sensation, and I feel a glob of precum leak from the tip.

“You ready for me to fuck you, sweet girl?” I ask, leaving open-mouthed kisses anywhere I can get my mouth. “Are you ready for me to remind you who that sweet little pussy belongs to?”

“Yes!” Evie exclaims, already starting to guide me closer to her opening. “I’m ready, Red. I’ve been ready since you walked in here with your gun out. I need you. I need you so bad.”

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