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He nipped my lobe between his teeth and pointed to the window in front of us. “I want you to look out on the rest of the world while I fuck you. Every time you run away from me, that’s where you go… to all of them—to everyone but me. Everything out there is waiting for you right now. I want you to see it while I’m inside of you, behind you. And that’s when I want you to decide what you need most in your life. Do you need everything you can’t see beyond that window, or do you need everything you can feel pouring into you from me?”

You. I only ever want you.

And just like that, my arse was in both of his hands as he pulled me around, my feet dropping to the floor while he pressed my upper body down against the mattress and held my chin in one hand. I couldn’t even protest as I was bent over the bed, and I sure as shit didn’t want to. My legs parted without instruction, and my bum rose in invitation.

He palmed my cheeks, circling them over and over again until he pushed his dick to rest in the crease of my arse.

“Do you want me to use anything?” he asked roughly, voice strained.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Thank fuck. I can’t wait a second longer.”

There was barely even time for me to draw in a breath before Presley pushed inside of me with a force that knocked the wind right out of my lungs. His hand slid from my chin to my neck, his fingers pulsing lightly as he held me in place while his free hand slid around my stomach to pull me back to him.

I was completely at his mercy, laid bare, wants clear, passion heated, legs spread, and my soul wide fucking open. Somewhere deep inside of me, a fading little voice warned me I should be scared at how easily I was willing to break myself open for him, but that echo of a warning was drowned out by every other part of me crying out in perfect ecstasy at how it felt to have the man of my dreams taking what he wanted from my body.

Taking what I wanted him to have.

Taking what I wanted to give him for as long as he’d let me.

As I looked out over the London skyline, at another world that existed that I could run to, that would be safer, that wouldn’t get me hurt, all I could think about was how I wanted to close the curtains on it all and stay there with Presley buried inside of me forever.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Presley!”

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. I was currently laid beside him, his arm wrapped around me, the two of us spent and staring up at the ceiling, naked.

“Presley!” The female voice cried again from behind the hotel room door. “Open up.”

“Who is that?” I asked, pulling the white sheet farther up my body.

“Julia.” His voice was rough, sleepy, and when I turned to look at him, I saw that his eyes were closed, and there wasn’t an ounce of urgency about him whatsoever. “Fucking publicist,” he mumbled.

“Don’t you think you should go answer the door?”

“Nah.” Presley exhaled slowly, opening his eyes and turning to unleash them on me. “She has a key. She’ll let herself in eventually.”

“What?” I moved quickly, scrambling away from him and gathering more of the bed sheets around me to cover up, well, all of me. Presley’s amusement was clear, and he stretched out to rest his arms behind his head, not caring that his body was exposed. Even in the madness of my panicked thoughts, I had to stop and appreciate the sight of him laid out like that—one leg cocked up, the other resting flat. His torso was defined, and the way his biceps popped made my mouth water. Don’t even get me started on his strong jaw or those beautiful lips I could still taste.

“Relax, Cherry. She’s seen me naked before.”

“Fine!” Julia cried, sounding exasperated. “I’m coming in.” The door flew open at once, and in walked a beautifully-presented woman wearing faded blue jeans, a crisp white shirt, and a smart black blazer. Her ruby red high-heeled shoes looked lethal, and her short, black, pixie haircut somehow told me she meant business. As soon as she saw me sitting upright on the bed, her eyes widened for just a second before she scrunched them shut, turned her back to us and held a hand up in the air.

“Jesus Christ, Presley,” she scolded. “I thought you’d passed out again.”

Again?

I glanced back at Presley, mortified and curious. He didn’t even flinch. His face was calm… even amused.

“You could have told someone you had another woman in here.”

Another?Great.

I looked down into my lap and twisted my fingers, not wanting to think about that too much. My eyes subtly searched the corners of the room to see if they could locate any of my clothes. I saw some underwear and my precious Bryan T-shirt over by Presley’s side of the bed. I considered launching myself over him to retrieve them, but then the bed shifted, and Presley pushed me back down onto the mattress with a huge-ass grin on his face.

I fell back with an awkward thud, and he was soon covering me, pressing all his weight down on top of my body, his hair falling forward, creating a short curtain of privacy between the two of us.

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