Page 32 of Desperate Valentine

“Fuck, yeah,” he moans. “Bite harder, little leopard. Claim me, you needy little slut.”

“Fuck! Jude!” I cry out as he pushes me backward so that my head is hanging off his lap but he still has control of my hips. After a few more deep thrusts, he pulls me back up and slows his movements, moaning into my ear as he comes inside me.

“Shit! I’m so fucking sorry.” He holds my head in between his hands, our foreheads touching.

“I have an IUD.” I say, trying to catch my breath. “But next time—let me swallow it.”

“Your wish is my command, baby.” He laughs, running his hands through my sweat laced hair.

“So…that was all bullshit, wasn’t it? About never using these things on other women?” I blurt out. A thought that I probably could have kept to myself.

He sighs, running is free hand through his own hair. “No. I was serious,” he says.

“Then how—”

“I just felt it with you. I don’t really know.” His eyes drop to my breasts, gaze running over the flushed skin before leaning in to plant a kiss on them both.

“What makes me so special?” I ask, tracing my finger along his jawline.

“Everything,” he says, looking into my eyes like a love-sick puppy.

“That’s vague, Sir,” I laugh.

“Mmm, I could get used to you calling me sir.” He groans. “Say it again, little leopard.”

I lick my lower lip, staring into his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re killing me,” he moans.

“Yeah? Well I thought you were literally going to kill me when we first got here,” I admit.

He laughs, tossing his head back as I stare at him. “Seriously? Why the fuck would I want to kill you?”

“I don’t know! It’s—what you do.”

“I don’t cook for people I intend to kill. That’s a complete waste of maple syrup, don’t you think?”

The two of us burst into laughter, embracing each other in a tight hug before he playfully shoves me off him, pulling his pants up as he stands in front of me.

“Do you have anything I can clean up with first before we head back?” I ask, standing to fetch my clothes from the floor behind the couch.

“Nope. You’ll have to walk back to the house with my cum dripping down your legs,” He teases, shooting me a wink.

“Rude!” I laugh as I slip everything back on and zip my sweater.

“I’ll race you there!” He takes off out the door, not even sparing a glance back to see if I’m following.

Another side of him that’s so new to me. How many layers does this man have? One thing’s for sure, I definitely want to stick around to find out. I can’t get enough of him, no matter how hard I try to convince myself that he’s too much for me to handle.

My body sees it as a challenge clearly, because I’m always wanting more of him.

Shit, I fell for the villain.

EPILOGUE

Ican’t believe it’sbeen a year with Jude already. He’s still a giant pain in the ass, but I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime. Jude and Gunner take care of most big jobs, but I’ve taken a liking to chasing down the females. They’re feisty and I need a release every once in a while.

It’s expected when you’re engaged to the St. Valentines Butcher. I love my life.

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