Page 22 of Neverland

“What your father did was against the law.” I shift my gaze away from him, shame filling me. Easton grabs my chin to pull my eyes back to him. “You’re not responsible to pay for the sins of your father. It might surprise you that I understand what he did.”

“What?” I gasp. That’s the last thing I thought Easton would say.

“The investments and financial dealings he made were to destroy two pharmaceutical companies and one insurance company. Which he did in the end.”

“My mom.” A lump forms in my throat. I thought my dad was insane more than once. Ranting that some pharmaceutical companies hid life-saving medicine because they made more money when people were sick. “Pharmaceutical and insurance companies rule the world.” I repeated the words my dad had said so many times.

“They don’t rule me.” Easton is cocky in his words. “Your father pulled the curtain back on a lot of things. He might have stolen money in the process, but it got a lot of us to take notice. Others obviously weren’t as happy.”

“I don’t know what to say.” I’m so stunned.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know that while I’ve harbored a lot of anger toward your father for taking part in you disappearing from my life, I understand what he did. I would have done far worse.”

My Easton is not only cocky but clearly dangerous, but it’s always simmered under the surface for him. I’ve felt it, but it melts away when I draw closer to him.

That should scare me. It doesn’t. I know without a doubt that Easton would follow me to the end of the world. I can’t help but love his possessiveness. And the fact that he’s never shied away from how he’s felt about me no matter what anyone thought. He didn’t care. I was his. That is all that mattered to him until something threatened that.

“Does that turn you on, Neverland?” His finger slides through the folds of my sex. “To know I’d do anything to have you. No matter the cost or the collateral damage. I’d watch the whole world burn to have you. Fuck, I’d even be the one to strike the match if it meant you’d be mine forever.”

“Easton,” I moan. My fingers grip his shirt.

“See, I need you. Who knows what I might do without you?” He gives me a playful smirk, trying to make light of everything. Always wanting me to be happy.

“You’re right. You can’t be trusted.” I turn to straddle him.

“I’m glad you’re starting to see that.” He slides a finger inside of me. “How are you still so fucking tight?”

He grinds his palm against my clit. I know it shouldn’t turn me on, but the thought of him doing whatever it took to make sure I was safe does that to me. This man gives me love unlike any other.

It might not fully heal the loss of my mom, but it does stitch together that hole in my heart. When I’m with Easton everything is better.

“You should do something about that.” I pull at his sweatpants, and his cock slips free. Easton rips the robe from my body before lifting me to lie across his desk. A few things tumble to the floor as he does it. “I was gonna ride you.” I fake a pout, stretching out across his desk so he can see every inch of me.

Easton opens a drawer. The next thing I know, he’s grabbing my hand to slip a beautiful ring onto my finger.

“Oh my God.” I lift my hand to see the ring. “This is not—”

“The Pink Star diamond? That it is.” This man is always leaving me speechless.

I remember reading about the ring and how much it went for at auction. I thought it was insane. The man who bought it only wanted it because of its rarity. It is one of the world's treasures, and he was going to hide it away. It is magical. I told Easton when I read the article that it shouldn’t be locked away. Now it’s not. It’s free, like me.

“I need you. Seeing you in my ring and nothing else.” I gasp when he thrusts fully inside me. His hands grip my hips to keep a firm hold on me. I know he wants to let loose.

“I can handle you, Easton.” His fingers dig into my hips.

“Only you ever could.” He half growls as he starts to thrust fast and deep inside of me. I try to lift my hips to meet his thrusts, but he keeps me pinned to his desk. “Touch your clit. Use your left hand.”

I slip it between my legs, doing as I’m told. My clit is already throbbing. My whole body is ready for release.

Easton is watching me play with myself as his cock slides in and out of me.

“Easton,” I moan. I want this to last, but it’s too intense.

“Come for me.” I'm already there.

I cry out his name. Easton thrusts a few more times before planting himself deep inside of me. His warm release explodes into me, and he falls down over me, his mouth taking mine.

“I love you.”

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