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“I don’t think I will,” I say with a smirk of my own. Ali’s eyes widen, and her cheeks start turning a lovely pink shade. I know she thinks that I’m about to put a stop to this, but nothing but the wordstopout of her mouth could keep me from being inside her again. Instead, I wrap my hands around her waist and flip us over. Now I’m on my back, and she is splayed out on top of me. “You are going to fuck me, Little One.”

Using my chest, Ali pushes herself up and brings her legs up, so they are resting next to my thighs. Her wet pussy rubs against me, and I groan, closing my eyes. Her hands run down my chest, nails leaving little scratches behind, and I pray she brings blood. I want her to scar me, mark me as her own because soon I plan on marking her so everyone knows who the fuck she belongs to. My taste in sexual activities runs dark, but I will show her that side slowly. When she gets to my waist, she snatches the condom off the bed with one hand and shifts back so she is sitting on my thighs and using the other hand to stroke me. My hips jerk up off the bed at the feel of her warm hand wrapped around me.

“Fuck Little One. If you keep that up, this is going to be over before we start,” I moan.

Ali smiles, and I love seeing her like this. Her blonde hair is down, I don’t know when that happened, but for the first time today, there is no hint of sadness, fear, or anger in her eyes. All I see is pure lust, and my chest expands with pride because I put that there. I replaced everything wrong with something amazing. She rips the condom open, sheaths my length with it, and then starts to lower herself down.

“Shit, I love the way you stretch me,” Ali says, looking down to see how good she looks around me. “I’ve never felt like this before. What are you doing to me?”

My hands grip her thighs as I watch her sink down, loving the way she squeezes me tightly. “The same thing you’re doing to me.”

We both moan when I’m fully inside her. The way her walls are fluttering around me, I can tell she is so close to coming, and so am I. I pride myself on my stamina, but something about her makes me lose my mind. “Little One, we both need and want you to move. Take whatever you need from me. You have all the control. I’m under your mercy,” I say, reminding her of her position.

Hearing how she has complete control over this moment spurs Ali to move. She rises off me and sinks back down slowly as if to test herself. I don’t care what speed she moves or how she moves. I’m going to make sure she enjoys this because I sure as fuck am. “Is that okay?” she asks as she swirls her hips.

My hands tighten on her hips. “Goddamn, yes. Everything you do is perfect,” I say, ending on an animalist moan. Ali starts to gain confidence and begins to ride me harder. I try to contain the urge to thrust up from under her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ali moans. Her thighs start to shake, and her walls tighten around me as she chases her release. “Reed, I need—”

I remove my right hand and snake it between our bodies. My fingers find her pulsing clit and using the wetness that is pouring from my girl, I push hard against that little bundle of nerves. Ali throws her head back and screams my name. “I’m going to take over from here. Is that okay?” I ask, my voice strained because of how tight she has become and the need to fucking come.

“Yes,” she moans, head still thrown back in ecstasy. Planting my feet on the bed, I thrust up into her hard. She groans and claws at my chest as her head falls forward. Her blonde hair tickles my abs as her body bounces with each hard thrust. My balls draw up tight, and fire licks up my spine as I moan Ali’s name and empty into the condom.

Ali collapses on me, and I wrap her up in my arms. I stroke her back as my heart rate starts to slow. We should move so I can take care of the condom, but I’m content right where I am. But I need to make sure she is okay. “Are you okay?” I ask, gathering her hair and moving it over her shoulder to see her blissed-out face. She has a bright, big smile, and her eyes are closed.

“Better than okay. Reed,” she says, opening her eyes and pushing herself off of me. She lands on the bed right beside me, lying on her side so she is looking at me. I reach down and pull off the condom, tie the end, and throw it in the trashcan by the bed. Turning over, I wrap my arms around her. “I’m not broken. Well, not anymore. Besides a new identity, Demon offered to pay for therapy, and I took it. I’ve worked through all the trauma surrounding my rape. I’m not scared of you. So you don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break. I might not have a lot of sexual experience, but I’m not scared to be with a man.”

I listen to her words and read her expressions to see if she’s lying, but I find nothing but the truth. “Okay,” I say, leaningforward to kiss her gently. “I’ll be right back. Why don’t you check in on the boys?” I head into the bathroom with a smirk on my face because I feel her eyes on my ass. I clean myself up and take the rag back to the bedroom. Ali is sitting up in bed, smiling at her phone. Reaching up, I grab her ankles and pull her down. I push open her thighs and clean her up before tossing the rag in the corner.

“That was a bit unnecessary but thank you. The boys are enjoying themselves with Grandmama,” she says, turning her phone around so I can see a picture of Caleb and Jacob playing in the sand at the park. Ali puts her phone down and lays back against the pillows. “So what now?”

“Now I go to work finding this Dennis fucker, and you greet the movers with yours and the boys’ stuff,” I say, heading toward my closet to get some clean clothes. I look over my shoulder to find Ali staring at my ass again. I flex my muscles and love the sound of her laugh. “Keep ogling me like that and neither of us will be doing anything today. I’m trying to be good here, but you are making me want to be all kinds of bad.”

“Okay,” she says. Once dressed, I find Ali sitting on the bed in one of my T-shirts and her jeans. God, I love the sight of her in my clothes.

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” I ask, leaning against the door frame.

“Nope. I haven’t felt like this in years.”

“Like what?” I ask.

Ali stands up and walks toward me. I watch her hips sway side to side and wish I could stay home to fuck her the way I’m dying to do. She wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head against my chest. I pull her closer as she says, “Safe, cared for, and protected. I don’t care that we might not know each other. We have all the time in the world for that, but I’m done. I wantto be here. You want me here, and I’m pretty damn sure my boys already love you.”

“Music to my fucking ears, Little One,” I say.

Chapter Thirteen

Reed

After leaving Ali, who was greeting the movers, I headed toward the gym. Max left me a message that he was picking someone up and would meet us there. Walking into the office, I’m hit with déjà vu, as Gabe says, “We have a fucking problem.”

I groan, pulling out my chair and sitting down harder than I should. “What now?” I ask.

“We were able to pull a print off the needle last night,” Nick says, storming into the room and thrusting a paper in front of me. I start reading the paper, but Nick tells me what is written on it before I finish. “It matched Dennis Calder. Ali’s foster father.”

“Okay, I don’t see the problem? We figured it was him, and now we have proof. So we start searching for the bastard so I can bleed him dry,” I growl, throwing the paper across the table.

Nick is shaking his head. “But another report popped up when I was running Dennis’s information. An accident report. The local police found a dead body in an abandoned warehouse. There were clear signs of torture. They couldn’t get a clear ID from the victim's face because of the brutality of the beating they took before they died. In the report, it said that the victim was drained of almost all their blood. But the worst thing was someone cut off the victim’s dick and shoved it up his ass,” Nick says with something akin to awe in his voice.

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