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ADRIAN

When I toldElena I was going to take her home, I meant my house.

Hernewplace of residence.

There’s nothing that’s going to hold me back from what I want now that I’ve had her. I will shake heaven and Earth to have her at my side and within my sight. Kira is an already passing thought. It’s done. I won’t marry her and she sure as fuck won’t have my name and children.

Elena will.

Even if she doesn’t want kids, I’d still marry her. She’s still mine. The moment her blue eyes flashed with hurt and jealousy, that was it. It was all I needed to see to delve into the depths of what Elena tries to hide and keep a secret from me.

It’s over.

“What am I doing here, Adrian?” Elena chides, throwing her hands up in the air, clearly unhappy with me.

What else is new?

She doesn’t move from the foyer, staying close to the small wooden table that holds a vase of random flowers.

“I said I was taking you home.” I gesture toward the staircase that leads upstairs to my room. “After you.”

Her eyes narrow as if I’m crazy. She’s confused, or she forgot how to move. “Ihavea home.”

“That The Disciplines know of. And my men would be safer here than out in the streets, making sure no one breaks into your place.” She opens her mouth to retort something, I’m sure, when I tack on, “Don’t you think?”

Elena sighs and the tension in her body softens.

Let me take care of you, baby. You know you want me.

“I can’t stay here, Adrian. I have a mortgage and—” I step forward because that’s chump change to pay off for a man like me.

“I’ll take care of it. I want you here.”

Her blue eyes lock on me. “Listen…I know what…we did was intense—reckless even. But it doesn’t change?—”

“It changed everything,piccola diavola.I’m never letting you go. I never was. You didn’t want to be my wife, but it’ll come to a head, anyway. You’re mine. And I’m yours.”

Her brows clench deeper and I knew this wouldn’t be an easy conversation. I’d rather not have it. But Elena needs to know what will happen here, and it isn’t some blow-off one-night stand.

It’s forever.

Closing the distance between us, I can see the rebellion in her features and the way she wants to fight, but when my palm cups one of her cheeks, she softens a bit.

“I’m not through with you, Elena. How many times do you think you can stand coming tonight?”

Her lips part, delicious and fucking unbelievably sexy. Ones that I haven’t even had wrapped around my cock yet.

“Get on your knees, Elena.”

I see the bull-headed glimmer in her eyes, but neither of us can deny that her side of the bargain hasn’t been fulfilled yet. I’ve given her more than enough patience for what I required.

Elena takes a step back and then finally gets down to her knees in front of me. Her fingers undo the button of my dress slacks, palm grazing my already hard cock that twitches and begs for her touch.

When I’m out and ready for her, those blazing blues look up at me and I’m practically gone. My body buzzes with so much fervor for her that it’s hard to bear and the thought of lifting her up and fucking her again rings loud in my head.

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