Page 33 of Downfall

“We looked for financial backers for a bit, but then I got a call from my financial planner, Rick, that an investment we had made blew up. I became a multi-millionaire overnight, and Ryan and I had the money we needed. And now, three years later, Abbra is extremely successful. We make more money than we could ever spend.”

Processing this information as quickly as I can, one thing sticks in my mind. “If you’ve been successful for years, since that investment took off, what took you so long to come back to me? You said you wanted to keep me forever, and you could have had me then.”

Shaking his head, he purses his lips and frowns. “I can’t tell you how much I wanted to. There were other things I needed to take care of besides my finances. I had to make sure nothing would come between us, that you could be mine forever once I had you back.”

I get up and go to him, wrapping my arms around him, my head resting on his firm chest. Feeling his steady heartbeat is comforting, and knowing he feels as strongly about me as I do for him soothes the anxiety in my own heart.

My nerves about my stalker taking him from me are suppressed for the moment as Kolson holds me, but I know he’ll come. My demon will go to battle against a ghost, and I’m afraid my unshakable shadow will win.

Lifting my face to gaze up at him, his eyes meeting mine, I ask, “Can I get a tour?”

He chuckles. “Of course, siren.”

Chapter 27

Kolson

Abbyreleasesmeandallows me to lead her around the penthouse by the hand. I show her my office, the two guest suites, the hidden staircase that leads to an upstairs game room and bar area, and last, my bedroom.

The master bedroom boasts the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the living room, acting as two walls. On the third wall is a king-size bed, made up with a fluffy, white down duvet. It’s almost three in the morning by now, and I can see in Abby’s eyes that all she wants is to climb into it. The last wall holds the doors to the walk-in closet and the bathroom.

Leading her into the lavish bathroom, I watch her take in the free-standing jacuzzi tub and walk-in shower that’s large enough for ten. Her wide eyes say it all.

“Do you want to take a shower before bed? I know I need one.”

“Bed? Kolson, I can’t stay. I’ll call an Uber.” She starts for the door, and I catch her wrist.

“Siren,” I say, bringing my hand to her face to rest my palm against her cheek. She leans into my touch, and I know she’s not leaving. “Stay with me.”Forever.

“I—” she starts, but I cut her off before she can voice another objection.

“You are my everything, Abby. My sun, my moon, my downfall. You call to me, my siren, and I’m not letting you out of my sight again. You’re mine.”

She flies into my arms, crashing her lips to mine. We are all tongues and teeth as we collide, a flurry of passion and need. Her hands snake between us, working on the buttons of my shirt. I stop her, pulling back and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Strip for me, baby. Show me everything I’ve been missing for the past three years.”

Abby doesn’t hesitate, taking a step back to begin her striptease. She sways her hips and dips low, giving me a full show, but is naked in record time. As I watch, I remove my shirt and suit jacket, dropping them to the floor. By the time she’s bared for me, less than five minutes later, we’re both panting, the smell of arousal thick in the air around us.

Dropping to her knees, she locks her gaze with mine, then crawls across the floor to my feet. I growl, the show of submission making my cock grow impossibly harder. Rising to settle between my knees, she reaches up to unbutton my pants and release my erection.

“Fuck, demon,” she says on a moan. “I forgot how perfect you are.”

Gripping the base with her small hand, she licks around my tip, pulling a growl from me, then takes me to the back of her throat. I wrap her hair around my fist, needing to see what she’s doing to me, but allow her to keep control.

“You look fucking perfect taking my cock, siren. I’ve missed this mouth.” Lightly tugging on her hair, I pull her away. She pouts, but before she can protest, I tell her, “Baby, if you keep going, I’m not going to get to fuck you before you pass out. Now get on the bed.”

Scrambling to do as I said, she hops up, climbing into the center of the king-size mattress.

“Are you still on birth control, Abby?” I ask. I know she is, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Yes,” she breathes, lying back on her elbows and spreading her knees, inviting me to settle between them.

I nod and strip off my pants before climbing up to join her. Leaning forward over her body, I touch my mouth to hers, moving my tongue with hers in a languid kiss. She whimpers when I pull away, only to moan my name when I reach up to pinch her nipple, capturing the other between my teeth. Neither of us have been touched like this since that last time we were together so long ago, and I am starved for her. I need her—to touch her, taste her. If I have my way, her taste will be on my tongue every moment for the rest of our lives.

Gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, I line myself up with her entrance and slam into her to the hilt. I groan and she screams, she feels so fucking good. Warm and tight, and I have to stay still for a moment so I don’t come on the spot. Her hips start to move and I hold her still while she whimpers.

“Please, demon, I need you to move,” Abby begs.

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