Page 118 of Restitution
Stacey is watching me as I walk back in. She looks tired, so I take her hand and direct us back to my side of the manor while thanking my mum for breakfast.
One of my men stops me before we enter my wing.
“Sir, Barry has passed on word that Bernadette Sawyer is being transferred to a hospital in Edinburgh. She’s due to be discharged in the next few days. He’s also keeping an eye on police reports, and so far, they only want you taken in for questioning. No listed charges.”
Fuck, what does this mean?
“Right. Anything else?”
“Sebastian Prince will be arriving in two days. He couldn’t cancel his wedding to come sooner.”
I was hoping he’d be here as soon as possible.
He straightens and smooths down his tie. “He’ll also bring a squad of soldiers to keep the manor protected. You have… quite the bounty on your head, sir.”
I expected as much. “Thanks. Tell Barry to stay where he is. Why are you and everyone else still here? I told you all that you could leave.”
“As much as we appreciate the offer, our loyalty remains with you, Mr Mitchell. No one’s left; nor do they plan to. We will protect you and your family and” – he glances at Stacey – “your partner with our lives.”
I pat his shoulder. “Thank you. Really.”
He lowers his head to Stacey then strides towards the dining room. I blow out a breath and take Stacey’s hand again.
“No charges?”
“No idea. It might take a while to show on the system, or it’s all being conducted under the table like the corrupted pricks they are.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“I’m taking you to bed.”
“Oh.”
I glance at her – she’s blushing. “To nap,” I clarify.
“Can we do that?” she questions, trying to keep up with me. “Shouldn’t we figure out what happens next?”
“I think the crowds outside have bought us a few more hours. Hopefully the Russians arrive before trouble does, and Barry will keep track of Bernadette and the police movement. We’re going to bed, and we’re going to cuddle and sleep and talk then cuddle some more.”
“We can watchThe Greatest Showmanagain and eat junk food all day?”
I laugh and let go of her hand, grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her as we reach my spiral staircase. She wraps her legs around my waist, slides her arms around my neck and grins down at me. We make it four more steps before I’m pressing her against the railing and kissing her until our mouths hurt.
“If that’s what you want,” I whisper against her lips.
35
KADE
Iwake to Stacey’s cunt strangling my cock.
She’s facing me, both of us on our sides, her moaning against my ear as we rock into each other, her breathing unsteady, mine non-existent.
I open my eyes one at a time, blinded by the sun beaming through the window. Stacey’s writhing beside me. My top is pushed up over her breasts, one of which has teeth marks imprinted on it. I must’ve done that in my sleep.
Hard, pink nipples. Flush skin. Parted lips letting noises I haven’t heard in so long slip out as she grinds against my dick and whimpers.
Looking down between us, I watch her take more of me, barely accommodating my size as her walls crush aroundme, her soaked pussy stretching with each short thrust as she takes another inch.
