Page 30 of Eternally Bound

Daniel Carrington just obliterated me, in the best way possible. My hands, still on his body, shook with too much adrenaline and too many bottled feelings I had been trying to escape for the past twelve years. Twelve years ago, sex with him was magnificent, but that didn’t compare to this. Not even close!

The silence of the night surrounded us, the soft hoot of an owl sounded somewhere in the distance, dulled out by the closed windows, and our labored breathing filled the room. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to wake up; I wanted to hang on to this feeling just a little bit longer before reality came crashing down on us.

Daniel shifted, slipping from inside me and wetness dripped down my thighs. Two things hit me right away.

First, I missed him already. I wanted him buried inside me.

Second, we didn’t use a condom. That realization had me gulping hard. Daniel wasn’t the type of man to have an accidental pregnancy with. Thankfully, I was on the pill, and I’d usually always used a condom. But I didn’t know this man’s sexual history; he was a changed man. There was no doubt in my mind he had many women over the last twelve years.

I opened my mouth when I felt a soft kiss on my neck. For a second I froze and then inhaled shakily. Did I imagine it? Our breathing was still labored and deep, his body a heavy and comfortable blanket over me. He nuzzled his nose into my neck and kissed the pulsing vein there. So affectionately. So opposite of the savage and rough way he took me.

My heart burst, and I knew there was no coming back from this. At least not for me. I have been his and would remain his forever.

The question was whether it would break me this time.

Chapter Ten

Daniel

Ainslee was always a part of me. The good part, the best part.

I am hers.

Lying in the darkness, in bed, with her sleeping peacefully next to me, I finally felt some semblance of calmness. We didn’t use a condom. The realization that we didn’t use protection came too late. I always used protection, yet with her, I didn’t want to. I wanted to get her pregnant, tie her to me forever. The images of little red-haired girls and boys running around our home, having a full house and a big family would make this life perfect.

As I listened to her regulated breathing, I wondered again if I made a mistake somewhere along the way. She was mine; I wanted to be bare inside her, feel every soft piece of her and fill her with my cum. Have her pregnant with my child.

But first, I had to eliminate the threats. She was on my uncle’s radar. I had to protect her at all costs. Even if she ended up hating me for it. As long as she was safe. My eyes lingered on her form, curled up on her side, facing me, my arm wrapped around her, keeping her close to me.

I would always stay close to her and her family. Nothing would keep me away, not anymore. With barely two hours of sleep behind me, I stared up at the ceiling, listening to Ainslee’s even breathing. It had been a long time since I felt this kind of peace inside me, and I knew it was because of her. I remained still, knowing she needed her sleep after what I had done yesterday.

Honestly, I was surprised she hadn’t put up more of a fight after she realized I kidnapped her and stalked her. Maybe she needed me as much as I needed her. Though she never said it.

Neither have I, I thought to myself.

After years of surviving on barely any sleep, I didn’t need much of it to function. Instead, I had to face different fears and thoughts that played in my mind. I was scared that she would be the one to pay the consequences of who I was. It was the reason I walked away from her, but now, it all seemed pointless. Because she was on my uncle’s radar anyhow.

The last man that dared to go after her, I killed. My cousin. Luckily, I had learned from my uncle and cousin to always have men with ears everywhere.

I was sticking to the shadows as I followed Ainslee from the same hotel she always stayed at when performing in London. She looked sad, tired too. It fucking gutted me to see her sad. It was like a knife to my chest. Actually, I’d been stabbed before and somehow this felt even worse.

She glanced behind her several times. It was always the same when I followed her. She seemed to sense my presence. There were so many times I wanted to send it all to hell and approach her, take her, and keep her with me.

But I knew that wouldn’t work for her. She had a happy family she loved. I couldn’t take her away from that.

She glanced around again, but this time, I watched the expression on her face change to fear. I followed her gaze and that was when I saw him.

My cousin.

It was right there and then I decided he would die. He dared to go after Ainslee. I should have known that sick bastard couldn’t let go. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to my contact.

*Have a meatlocker ready.*

He knew what that meant. There wouldn't be a finger left of Hugo Carrington when I was finished with him. The next message to my right hand man, Arthur.

*Car. Valley.*It was our code name for the alley next to the opera house. If I ever had a conflict, Arthur was the only other man I trusted with Ainslee’s life.

I got a report earlier today that Hugo was sniffing around Ainslee’s background. I still couldn’t believe she came looking for me. That meant she knew who I was, and what I was. Yet, she came looking for me.

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