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“I’ll try.”

Sophia shook her head. “Not good enough. Not if you love me.”

“Such a bossy little thing.” He began to fuck her harder, his thick cock stretching her in the most delicious way. She could feel her orgasm building, but she wanted to enjoy him for as long as possible. His body was hard muscle, scars, and ink. Beauty and pain intertwined. She never wanted to stop touching him. Exploring him. Unraveling all his secrets.

There was nothing that could shock her, not when her own thoughts could get so dark they suffocated the air right out of her.

He pulled out when she was so close to orgasm. Before she could complain, he flipped her body over, tugging her hips up into the air. Within seconds, a strong hand pressed her back down and his cock filled her up again. The new angle brought more sensations to life. She gripped the sheets in both hands, stabilizing herself as he rammed her from behind.

He was a machine.

All man.

Cayden fucked her, slamming in and out of her pussy, the sounds of sex filling the small room.

“Come for me, Sophia.” A moist thumb circled her asshole, making her choke on her own cry. It felt so damn dirty and impossibly good. He impaled her with this thumb, still thrusting his cock in her pussy. “And next time I’ll be taking you right here, filling your cute virgin ass with my dick. This will be all mine.”

Just thinking of him taking her ass, Hawk and Cayden double fucking her, sent her hurtling over the edge. Her orgasm detonated in her womb, making her see stars. The pleasure rippled out to all her extremities, making her feel like she was floating, flying. Cayden had taken her there.

He growled and pumped his hips a few more times, then crashed down on the bed next to her. She collapsed to her stomach, still trying to catch her breath. Her body was pleasantly sated, the afterglow of sex still surrounding her, warm and comforting. After so many days trying to win him over, craving him like a forbidden toy—he’d finally given her what she wanted.

Sophia rolled to her side, running her hand over his hard chest. Even now, she wanted him again. She licked the moisture off his shoulder, cuddling up closer.

“It feels different when you love someone,” Cayden said. He stroked her hair absently, staring up at the ceiling. She studied his features—his strong jaw, thick lashes, and the scar on his cheek from that day she kept trying to forget.

“Love?”

He smirked, and she noticed a dimple she hadn’t seen before.

“You’re thirty-five. Have you ever thought about settling down, having kids?” she asked.

Now his brow furrowed. “I can’t have kids.”

“What do you mean?”

“You need good role models to be a good father. I guarantee I never had one of those,” he said. “I’ll gladly break the cycle. It’s not worth the risk.”

“What about Frank? You respected him, looked up to him. Why can’t he be your role model? The others don’t count. They don’t deserve to be in your head.”

“It’s hard enough worrying about one day at a time. I shouldn’t be talking about bringing another life into the world. Especially our world. Did you have a happy childhood?”

She shrugged. Sophia had some beautiful memories, but most of them came from painting or her imaginary escapes. “You’re a better man than my father was.”

He kissed her on top the head, not saying anything more.

A police car passed in the distance, the siren making her bristle for a moment. Cayden was right. Being raised in a crime family was dysfunction at its finest. But they could do things differently. Love harder. Learn from their parents’ mistakes.

“Hawk will be worried,” she said.

He groaned. “You’re thinking of him right now?”

“If he brought me here, I’d be thinking of you, too.”

Cayden pushed up on an elbow. “I told you we wouldn’t be gone long. I wanted to show you the sunrise, but I’d say it turned out much better than expected, no?”

She smiled and he gave her a kiss on the lips. “It’s been a perfect day. For the first time in a long time, I can breathe.”

“Hopefully it’s the start of a new trend. It’s time to start living,” Cayden said.

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