Page 107 of The Arrogant's Surrender

Of course, many people do suffer from psychological issues, but there are also those who hide behind them and, deep down, are simply bad.

I feel sorry for Regina. She lost everything, because from what Athanasios has shared, despite all the craziness, she always treated him well. In her own twisted way, she must have loved him. But now, she’s lost his love and devotion, and if her condition doesn’t improve, she’ll lose her life too.

Still, my sympathy for her ends there. Since learning the truth, I’m firmly on Medeia’s side. As a mother, I can’t imagine the horror of having a child stolen. The years of worry and despair.

My thoughts about Regina aren’t kind, and it’ll take me a long time to digest this story.

We step out in front of his building, and even in his silence, he walks around the car to open the door for me.

This time, though, I’m the one who takes the initiative, reaching for his hand. In the elevator, I wrap my arms around his waist, holding him tightly. “I love you. I know you’re confused right now, but everything’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this together.”

One of his hands comes to my face, and he looks at me seriously. “Don’t leave my life again. Stay forever.”

The elevator arrives at our floor, and he doesn’t give me a chance to ask what he means. He scoops me into hisarms, carries me into the apartment, and heads straight to the bedroom.

He removes our clothes in seconds, so quickly I barely register what’s happening.

I feel equally wild, desperate to have him, and my hands roam his body.

I push him onto the bed and straddle his thighs, guiding his large hands to my abdomen. When his thick fingers begin to trace patterns over my skin, I moan, throwing my head back and savoring the sensation of being worshiped by the man I love.

Neither of us is gentle with our touches today; the desire explodes with force, uncontrollable and needy.

He sits up and kisses my mouth, his tongue dominating mine as his hands lift me to position himself at my entrance. “I want to touch you in every way. I want to fuck every inch of you and scream to the goddamn universe that you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” I confirm, lowering myself onto him in one swift motion.

I lose my breath, filled, possessed—but also complete.

“Fuck, Brooklyn.”

I run my hands over his shoulders, lightly scratching him with my nails, my lips trailing over his biceps and his strong chest.

He groans and pinches my nipple, punishing me for driving him insane.

Gripping my hips, he makes me ride him at an almost brutal pace, and I unravel faster than I imagined.

I had intended to make slow love, but nothing between us will ever be slow. We started out fast, skipping several steps of a conventional relationship.

“Oh!”

“Come for me, Brooklyn. I want us mixed together—my seed filling you, your sweetness coating my cock.”

His thumb moves to my clit, and I bite his shoulder hard because Athanasios brings me to the edge so quickly.

“You’re always wet for me. So delicious, so warm, swallowing me with this tight pussy,” he growls, his mouth at my ear.

“I’m going to come,” I warn him.

He pulls my head down and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. When the orgasm hits, it’s dizzying in its intensity.

He doesn’t stop, relentlessly moving in and out of me, dominating me, claiming me.

“I love you, Brooklyn. I will love you forever.”

With that vow, he floods me, filling me with his essence, showing me how perfect we are together.

For a long time, neither of us lets go, our arms locked around each other.

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