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He immediately started walking towards me. He stopped before me, his frame towering over me, his eyes dark with hunger. I licked my lips with anticipation, his voice the darkest I’ve ever heard.

“I went to your room,” he spoke. “When I couldn’t find you, I thought-”

I lifted on my toes and pressed my lips against his. It was a fleeting kiss.

“I want to be with you,” I murmured, facing him, our noses only inch away from touching. His dark eyes brighter like this, gold and amber flecks dancing in the dark shadows. Or maybe it was a reflection of the fireplace. I didn’t know. I only knew he was beautiful.

His large hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse, the vulnerability of it enthralling. It made my insides clench with need for him. He pulled me closer, his lips moved against mine.

“I’ll never have enough of you”

His mouth clashed with mine, his tongue seizing control over it. His hand remained on my throat, while his other wrapped around my hair so he could pull it back roughly. He angled me the way he wanted, and I just followed his lead. His touch felt like heaven, melting every single fiber of me. For him.

He was all I felt, tasted, heard. Like we were one, I didn’t know where he started and I ended. I kissed him back with everything I had, my hands gripping his biceps, his muscles hard underneath them. His mouth felt like a sweet torment. It was not enough. He backed me up and laid me down on the rug. The warmth from the fireplace made it warm, but nothing compared to the heat radiating from Daniel. His touch burned stronger and hotter than anything else on this earth.

I looked up at him, his big frame could easily overpower me. Yet, I felt like I had all the power here. He watched me so intently, his dark eyes roaming over my body. He sank down to his knees and instantly I was soaked. He ripped my black dress off my body, the movement savage and desperate.

“I kind of liked that dress,” I breathed out as I raised my hips in hurried movements to take off my panties.

“I’ll get you more,” he rasped, helping me slide them down my legs. His hands slid up the length of my thighs, and I shivered at the roughness of his palms against my soft skin. His hands came up to my breasts, kneading them and making my nipples pucker in anticipation. I wanted to feel his rough palms against my flesh, not through the thin piece of bra fabric. He looked me dead in the eyes, and I drowned in his gaze as he tore my bra open, baring me completely naked for him.

I reached out for him but he shook his head, stopping me in an instant. I frowned in confusion, worried he’d changed his mind and no longer wanted me.

He loosened his tie and pulled my hands above my head, tying my wrists with the silk tie. I swallowed hard, staring at him with wide eyes.

“You can tell me to stop at any time,” he rasped against my ear.

My mouth was dry, the need pulsing between my legs. I arched my back in response and he lowered his head down and down, until his lips closed around my nipple. I let out a low moan, and his growled response vibrated through the room. He continued lower and lower, till he reached my navel, dipping his tongue in and making me squirm. I arched my hips up, letting him know what I needed. His rough hands grabbed my ass, bringing my pussy to his lips.

He dove into it like a starving man and a loud moan left me as I lost myself in him. I wanted to grab his hair, feel the softness of it through my fingers, but I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want him to stop, dying for his expert tongue. He set my body on fire, eating me out, and I was about to burst into pleasure when he stopped.

My eyes snapped to him, a pout on my lips. He smiled darkly, but there was intense desire in his eyes. He rose to his feet, and I watched him lift his shirt over his head, the muscles flexing with his every move. This man was a work of art, beautiful and strong. My thighs clenched in response with need. His belt followed, letting his pants drop at his feet. He was completely bare, his cock hard, thick, and mouthwatering.

He went down to his knees again, his hands on my knees, spreading me open. His hands gripped my hips as he rubbed my wet pussy with his hard cock. My eyes rolled back in pleasure. I needed more, pushing my hips up, feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance.

And then he impaled me on his cock, thrusting inside me with such force, I saw stars. He filled me completely. He was so deep inside me, I swore I could feel him touching my womb.

“Daniel,” I panted. He thrust hard into me, pounding into me, and my hands reached for anything to hold onto. My sex swelled around him, the inferno of intense pleasure right at my fingertips. The pace of his thrusts was brutal, hard, and exhilarating.

Like a damn, I burst hard. A scream of pleasure left me, my entire body convulsing underneath him, my pussy clenching around him as he continued to pound into me. He took it all and more. His jerky thrusts going deeper and harder than the last one. The orgasm shattered me into a million pieces. He pounded so hard, I feared he’d split me in two. Yet, I craved it.

He came with a roar, spilling himself inside me with a series of short, jerking thrusts, whispering words I couldn’t understand through the haze in my brain.

Chapter Eighteen

Daniel

Ainslee was asleep on the floor, in front of the fireplace. The embers crackled, while it continued snowing outside. The full moon’s glow over the white blanket of snow made for a beautiful beginning to Christmas Eve.

I pulled the blanket over her body and stared at her face as she slept. It was still dark outside and you could feel the temperatures plummeting.That is Scotland for you, Maxim said. He called itfreezing your balls offcountry.

I’d only been asleep for about three hours, fear plaguing me. For the first time since I was a kid, I felt a true terror. And it was all at the possibility of losing her because she was all I had. She was the only one who had gotten into my heart and remained there. There was no going back; without her, I’d be ruined. It was always her. Forever her.

I had to find my uncle and kill him, put a stop to all his plans. If I had to, I’d scout the London underworld inch by fucking inch until I found him and killed him. And his associates who thought they’d be able to start their human trafficking ring on my territory.

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Christmas morning camebut the house was still quiet. Unlike many years before, this year I was looking forward to Christmas. For the first time, I’d see Ainslee’s face when she woke up. Arthur told me she had one of my men pick up a few things she had ordered. Some of the things were at the house and others last minute shopping.

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