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Jaya stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a kiss against his chest. “Thank you for saying that. I believe if anyone could turn back time through sheer strength of will, it’s you.” She turned her head and listened to his heart beating against her ear. “I’m so sorry about your family, Ivan. If I’d known Borjan’s history, I probably would’ve handed him over myself.”

Ivan hugged her close, tucking her into his body and enveloping her in his naked warmth. She sighed and pressed herself against him. Jaya had never felt safer in her life. She turned her face up and ran her lips along his jawline, kissing him whisper soft. She felt the clench of his biceps against her as he crushed her into his body, holding her so impossibly close she could barely breathe. She wasn’t going to complain. She loved his possessive need to keep her close. She’d grown up without a family, without connection and love. She trusted Ivan to give those things to her.

“I need you, sweetheart,” he growled against the top of her head. “Need to feel you under me, around me.”

Jaya’s body responded instantly, softening for his possession with wet heat. She licked him where she’d been kissing him. His fist clenched in the bathrobe at her back and he yanked, pulling it from her body. She started to stumble backwards at the force he used, but he grabbed her before she could fall and lifted her off her feet. Jaya gasped and gripped him tight around the neck.

“Legs around my waist,” he ordered.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, wrapping her legs tight around him.

She stared in helpless fascination at the way his arms bulged as they held her up. He backed her right up until her ass hit the window behind her. She squealed as the cold touched her bare skin and tried to arch away from it. He held her up with an arm around her waist, reached between them with his other hand and unzipped his pants. Jaya’s mouth began to water and she tried to lean forward so she could see his cock. He pushed her back with a hand between her breasts.

“Don’t move,” he growled. His steely grey eyes burned into hers as he lined himself up with her dripping pussy and slammed himself home.

Jaya cried out and arched her back, gasping at the sudden fullness inside her. He slid his hands underneath her, holding her up by the ass and giving himself leverage to slide even deeper. He growled and pushed her further into the unyielding window, not moving, just enjoying the feel of her sex clamped around his cock, taking him deep.

“So fucking good, Jaya,” he said against the side of her head. “Could stay here forever.”

She slid her fingers into his hair, touching the dark strands, caressing the skin of his neck. This man belonged to her, nothing could change that. He wouldn’t allow them to be separated.

He began moving inside her, taking her with long, deep strokes that sent her senses reeling. Pleasure rocketed through her body as each stroke brushed against her clit and struck her g-spot. She dug her nails into his back and held on for the ride, giving herself up to him.

Desire swamped her and she cried out. “I’m coming!”

“Good girl,” he grunted, squeezing her tight.

He slammed into her, taking her over the edge, revelling in her cries, praising her beauty, the way she looked as she came and everything about her. Jaya floated on a cloud of bliss as he continued to stroke himself within her dripping pussy. His cock flared hot and wide inside her and she screamed as another orgasmic wave took her.

“Love you so fucking much,” Ivan growled against her, biting her shoulder. He came seconds later, his hot semen bathing the walls of her pussy while he held her tight in his arms. Before she could respond, he took a fistful of her hair, turned her face to his and kissed her hard, bruising her lips in a passionate kiss.

Chapter Thirty-Five

One month later

Jaya closed the book and set it on the table next to her lounge chair, her hand lingering for a moment. The dark, wild and tragic tale of Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff still called to her even after she’d finished the story. A shiver of appreciation ran down her spine and she closed her eyes on a sigh. This was her second time through and this time she was able to absorb so much more from the story. The deep abiding passion of the characters, the rich scenery, the sense of mystery and awe surrounding the entire story. And though it had ended badly for some, it still finished on a positive note, finished with a love that had sprung out of hate.

She stood up and gazed out at the sun setting on the city of Jakarta. In the past few days she’d begun hoping Ivan would agree to make their home here. She knew he was considering all the security angles. He thought the high-rise city setting was riskier than another island or a remote country somewhere off the grid. Jaya had argued that it would be easier from a work perspective if they stayed in the city. He’d given her ‘the look’ as she was coming to call it. Now that she no longer feared him, she just ignored it and did her own thing anyway. Which was picking up new jobs at will and playing with her internet friends.

Ivan had tried to enforce his rule of picking and choosing her jobs for her, but since neither he nor any of his people came anywhere near her tech capabilities there was no way for him to know what kind of jobs she was accepting. He quickly became aware of her rule breaking when she had to sneak out of bed one night to do a particularly time sensitive job that was in a different time zone. Ivan had responded by taking away her laptop. Jaya had then stolen Keane’s smart phone and hacked into the penthouse security system, locking everyone in until Ivan promised to negotiate with her. Since then, she’d agreed to run her jobs by him as long as he agreed to allow her unilateral decision-making on which jobs she chose to take.

“After all, I am a multi-millionaire,” she’d murmured against his lips, allowing him to wrap his arms around her when it looked like negotiations were going her way. “I’ve been taking care of myself for several years now.”

“And look where that got you,” he pointed out, kissing her lips, then her nose and forehead.

“Where?” she asked, breathless.

“Kidnapped by a villainous arms dealer who caged you up and ravished you,” he growled, picking her up and striding toward the bed.

She laughed as he dropped her and then came down on top of her. “Maybe so, but I’m happy with the outcome. And if this horrible crime lord arms dealer guy plays his cards right Imightconsider selling him some of my fancy hacking services.”

He looked down at her, a frown creasing his forehead as though he were thinking about it. “I said villainous, not horrible,” he finally said. “You need to get your terminology correct if you intend on getting that laptop back. Remember what happened to the last guy that made me an enemy.”

She gasped and smacked his arm. “That’s so awful, Ivan! No wonder you never make jokes, you’re really bad at it.” She giggled and pulled his head down, meeting his lips in a searing kiss. Her heart soared, bursting with the freedom and happiness he’d gifted her.

That conversation had been a few days ago and he’d given her laptop back. True to her word Jaya had told him of every job to come along and detailed the ones she intended to take. She’d enjoyed the look of astonishment he couldn’t quite conceal from her as she described the intricacies involved, the reason she didn’t take jobs for completely monetary gain. Sometimes she took jobs for political reasons, sometimes for charitable and sometimes for the sheer challenge. She felt gratified when she saw admiration reflected on his face.

Since their discussion, Ivan had created an office work space for her right next to his, designed with only the basics. He’d explained that he wanted her to order exactly what she wanted in both tech and office equipment to make her office its most optimal for her use. She’d nearly started crying when he’d shown her. Instead, she’d slammed the door shut and thrown herself into his arms hoping he got the message. He did. They made slow, sweet love on the floor of her brand-new office. A place she’d always dreamed of, but never dared hope to have. A room filled with space and light and all the best and newest equipment. But best of all… the man she loved right next door.

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