Page 6 of Rose
But she wasn’t trying to hear all that.
“You denying me my dick?” she asked sweetly, her pout playful but dangerous.
He laughed, but before he could answer, she guided him inside her in one smooth motion, her body already soaked and aching for him.
A moan slipped from both their lips as they connected, the world outside the bathroom forgotten.
Ahzii rose on her toes, riding him slow but deep, her hands braced against his shoulders as the water rippled around them. The sounds of their pleasure filled the bathroom, echoing off the marble walls.
William groaned, gripping her thighs before standing effortlessly, still buried deep inside her, carrying her as he turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded over them, steam filling the space as he pressed her against the cool tile, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, faster—pushing them both to the edge until their cries melted into one perfect release.
Afterward, they washed up—gentle touches replacing the hunger from before. By the time they made it downstairs, laughter and the smell of food filled the air again.
William had made salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus, plating it beautifully like he always did.
Ahzii hated cooking, but lucky for her, William loved it—and he was damn good at it.
They sat together, talking and laughing between bites, their world small, safe, and filled with love.
For now.
After dinner, they curled up in bed, a movie playing softly in the background. Wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside didn’t matter. But somewhere between laughter and stolen kisses, sleep stole them both away.
Night fell deep and quiet, the kind of quiet that could make you forget monsters still existed.
It was close to midnight when it happened.
The sharp crash of breaking glass sliced through the silence like a blade.
Ahzii’s eyes flew open, her body tense in an instant. She’d always been a light sleeper, and tonight was no different.
She sat still, straining to listen, praying it was nothing. Maybe something fell outside. Maybe she imagined it.
But then—
Bang.
Another loud crash downstairs.
Her stomach dropped. No way she was imagining this.
“Babe…” she whispered, barely loud enough to carry through the dark as she gently shook William’s arm.
“Will.”
He stirred, groggy and disoriented, blinking against the sleep.
“Yeah, baby? You okay? The baby okay?” His voice was thick with concern even in half-sleep, his first thought always her and their daughter.
Her heart thundered against her ribs, panic curling in her throat. The room was eerily quiet now, but sheknewwhat she heard.
“Someone’s in here. I heard glass breaking. Twice. I think they’re breaking in.”
Her voice shook, low but sharp with fear.
And then, like confirmation, another shattering crash echoed through the house.
William shot up, his body moving on instinct now. He sprinted to the closet, punched in the code to the safe, and grabbed his gun.
