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“Mr. Reeves, you have to marry Elena right now!” She pushes the two plastic rings closer to us. “Hurry! Before she marries someone else!”
“Caroline!” I hear a woman shout from across the room sternly. She’s clearly pregnant. She’s got that waddle from a belly that’s keeping her off center. She approaches us and her eyes blow wide when she spies Christian. “Oh! Mr. Reeves, I’m so sorry. Caro likes to slip away when no one’s looking and steal Tootsie Rolls from the prize counter.”
“It’s alright, Kelly,” Christian assures her. Kelly takes Caroline’s hand, and Caroline’s lip quivers slightly as she gets led away by her teacher and she waves us goodbye. Christian laughs quietly while poking one of the spider rings on the table for a second, and then holds it up to me. “Elena, will you be Mrs. Reeves?”
The giggle that escapes my throat is one of genuine amusement, and I playfully hold up my left hand to let him slip the plastic around my ring finger. I look at my hand and hum. “It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks, it’s a Harry Winston,” he deadpans. “By the power vested in me by that four-year-old, I now pronounce you, Mrs. Reeves. May I kiss the bride?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod, and he cups my cheek before kissing me deeply. I grab him by his tie and pull him a little bit closer. “I’m not signing a prenup.”
He laughs against my lips. He lets me finish my milkshake and then we leave, driving through the city towards the office. About halfway there, Christian stops in a random parking garage and rolls his seat back as far as it will go.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but then I notice the bulge in his pants.
“We need to consummate the marriage, Mrs. Reeves.”
I hesitate at first, but then his cock twitches in his pants and the space between my legs begins to ache with need. I lick my lips and crawl on top of him, straddling his lap and taking the initiative to kiss him. It’s heavy and needy and I scrape my nails down his chest, earning a hiss from him before my fingers begin to work the buckle of his belt so I can pull his throbbing length free.
He throws his hands behind his head like he’s lounging and watches as I stroke his thick cock in my hands a few times, spreading his precum over the tip before grinding my pussy along his length.
He moans my name. “Fuck, Elena. You haven’t had panties on this whole time? I could have pulled up your skirt and fucked your wet little pussy hours ago?”
I throw my head back when I seat myself on his shaft, relishing in the fullness only he can give me. He touches every delicious inch of me, and the mere thought that he’s so deep combined with the stretch makes my cunt clench around him.
I begin to bounce shamelessly on top of him, biting my lip as he kisses along my neck and licks my pulse point. His arms are still behind his head and I preen at the feeling of control over one of the most powerful men in the world.
“That’s it, baby, ride me like a good girl. Make yourself cum. Yeah, just like that. Just like that. Fuck, don’t stop, Elena.”
His praise only serves to make me bounce faster, grind harder, moan louder. When I’m right on the edge, I press our lips together, pulling his face close to mine as I grind my clit against his pelvis and let go, crashing into a thick wall of pleasure and letting him swallow every sweet sound I make for him. He follows just seconds later, spilling into me with a grunt that resonates through the car like a gunshot.
We share heavy breaths as we gather air into our lungs, and when a group of people walk past the car, paying no notice to us in the front seat, I thank God for that five percent tint.
CHAPTER 12
THE ANGEL
When Monday morning comes around, all I can think about is seeing Christian again. It still baffles me that he’s asked me, of all people, to be his girlfriend. Everything that’s happened in my life over the past few weeks has felt like a fever dream. I’m not sure which parts are real and which parts I’ve hallucinated.
I’m still waiting for the ball to drop. I’ve been in this city for five years, and suddenly, I have a stalker who happens to be a serial killer and a boyfriend who happens to be the richest man on the planet. Oh, also can’t forget that I started working at a shady nightclub where the owner sees me as nothing but a price tag.
All of that would give anyone whiplash.
I’m worried about what the Silencer will do once he finds out my relationship with Christian has become serious. I have a feeling that if I try to break it off, he’s going to take out that anger on Christian.
Christian says he can handle himself, but I know first-hand that the Silencer isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, especially where I’m concerned. If he thinks he might lose me, there’s no doubt in my mind that Christian’s going to be his next victim, and that terrifies me.
When I walk into the office building, I spy Christian waiting near the elevators, smiling brightly when he meets my gaze. He says nothing to me as we enter the elevator together, and he scans his access card and presses the button for his office. I furrow my brow.
“Excuse me, Mr. Reeves, but you owe me an office,” I tease, elbowing him lightly.
He elbows me back. “Shut up and take a closer look, Elena.”
A closer look at what? At him?I blink twice, and he must sense my confusion, because he nods his head towards the elevator directory. I cup my hand over my mouth and gasp. “Tell me you didn’t.”
The gold plaque that used to readCEO - Christian Reevesnow readsChristian Reeves & Elena Young.
“A deal is a deal, Elena.” He wraps his hand around my waist. “Even if you made that deal in bad faith, you won fair and square, and you said you wanted an office with a view just like mine.”
