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I was in complete ecstasy from this experience with her. In pushing her to new heights of pleasure, she didn’t know she could reach. I hoped I’d proved with my actions how much I wanted her. How much she meant to me. I’d tried to do it with words before this and I hoped she understood. She’d stayed, so I figured she had. This was me cementing our connection. Deepening it.

I pulled my fingers from her before shifting back. She let out a breath as she slumped on my desk, clearly spent from the intense sex we’d shared. I gave her a minute while I cleaned myself up before doing the same for her. Then I picked her up from the desk, carried her over to the sofa and sat down with my girl in my lap.

Ari curled herself around me. I held her tight against my chest and pressed kisses to her hair.

“You’re okay, sweet fairy. I’ve got you.”

She nuzzled her face into my neck.

“You’re mine,” she murmured against my skin.

“That’s right. All yours.”

No one else could have me. Not when this girl in my arms was burying herself inside me so deep, I didn’t think I could extract her without destroying who I was. And I didn’t want to because I was hers as much as she was mine.

Twenty Nine

Arianna

The deliciously sore feeling between my legs after the most intense sex I’d ever experienced in my life had me trying not to wriggle in Zayn’s lap. I held onto him tighter, needing his embrace to ground me. The things he’d said to me were unexpected but hot as fuck. I wanted him to carry out the threats he’d made to stretch me wide open and make it hurt so good, I cried with it.

I never imagined Zayn would be the type of man who apologised and admitted he was wrong. Ruthless mafia princes didn’t show mercy, nor did they apologise for who they were. Zayn showed me the man behind the mask. The one who couldn’t stand to lose me under any circumstances. Who wanted me as his partner. His equal.

How could I not forgive him and accept his apology after that?

How could I not let myself fall so fucking deeply in love with this man, I couldn’t breathe without him?

I’d never taken the time to consider what I wanted from a partner. Then I’d made a deal with a man who showed me more love, care and affection than I’d ever received before in my entire life. His punishments and discipline weren’t to hurt me, they were to show me he cared. He gave me exactly what I needed from him.

And now he’d given me the one thing I’d desperately craved with every inch of my being.

Him.

I could call him mine.

It was probably stupid, but it meant the world to me.

“Daddy,” I whispered.

“Yes?”

“What… what you called me… when you said I’m your slut, you’re not going to say that outside of sex, right?”

He kissed my hair.

“Of course not. Did it bother you? I won’t call you it if it does.”

I shook my head.

“It didn’t. It kind of turned me on.”

“Then you’ll strictly be my little slut when I’m fucking you.”

I shivered, even though I didn’t think I could take any more sex after the way he’d used my body. Maybe later when he took me to bed. I’d have to ask him to be gentle with me. Let’s face it, I couldn’t get enough of Zayn. I craved the connection between our bodies. The insatiable need to have him inside me, owning me with each thrust and dirty word in my ear, wasn’t something I wanted to control. It could rage through me like a wildfire. I’d let it drown me if it meant I experienced the highs he gave me over and over again.

“Did you get anything nice when you were with Remi?” he asked a moment later. “I really did want you to get to know her, Ari. It wasn’t all because of my other plans.”

I’d known that because he wouldn’t have involved Remi otherwise. He was protective of those he loved. I could see that now. Even if he’d put me at risk, it was a calculated one. And if Derek had hurt me, Zayn’s vengeance would have been worse. What he did was fucked up but seeing the efficient way Zayn had dispatched the man had me realising he may have gone easy on Derek. As if shooting a man three times and slitting his throat was “going easy.” It was violent and bloody. Yet, he could have tortured Derek until he was a sobbing mess begging for death… of that, I was sure.

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