Page 72 of Fearless

“Bed,” I say softly.

As we step out of JD’s room, Mav chooses that exact moment to also emerge from his bedroom.

He gives us a double take before focusing his attention on Alana.

“We’re going back to bed. JD will catch you up. Get in there and make sure he doesn’t go back to sleep,” I instruct before marching down the hallway and straight into my room, kicking the door closed behind us for good measure.

It’s my turn with my pet, and no motherfucker is about to stop me.

I march straight to the bed, pull the covers back and lay her down.

She complains the second I release her.

Her hands reach out to make a grab for me and it makes my heart seize in my chest.

She wants me.

Really, truly wants me.

Despite everything I’ve ever done, all the pain I’ve caused, she wants me to crawl into bed with her and pull her into my arms.

I strip down to nothing faster than I think I ever have in my life and slip in beside her.

She moans happily as we fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. Our legs intertwine, our bodies slotting together as if they were made for each other.

“Missed this, Pet,” I whisper into her ear, rubbing my hands up and down her bare back, making sure I give her ass a squeeze every time I drop low.

“Mmm… you slept in the closet with us,” she says sleepily.

“I’d sleep anywhere if it meant I could have you in my arms.”

“Such a romantic.”

“Nah, don’t have a romantic bone in my body. It’s just the truth,” I confess.

“It’s all I need. But it’s totally romantic,” she teases.

“Don’t tell anyone,” I whisper, rolling over her, needing to feel the softness of her body beneath me.

“They wouldn’t believe me even if I tried,” she murmurs as I pepper kisses down the length of her neck, before working lower to her nipples.

“W-why was JD there in the first place looking at a photo of Maya?”

I glance up at her and I suck on her hardened, sweet peak.

My dick aches, precum leaking from the tip and soaking into the sheet.

I haven’t had any kind of release since we were in the safe house. It’s been too long. I’m dying.

Exactly as she planned when she embarked on this punishment.

“We found someone in the footage we think we know.”

It takes a second for my words to register, but when they do, she immediately sits up, giving me little choice but to do the same.

“You found someone?” she asks, her eyes wide with hope.

“Yeah, but we couldn’t remember her surname. Once we have that, it’ll give us another avenue to look down. See if we can track her movements.”

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