Page 5 of Midnight Salvation

I kissed him, my hips grinding into his in a blatant mark of ownership. His hands automatically gripped my waist, his mouth moving under mine. We broke apart only when we were both breathless.

“I hope you told him you weren’t interested,” I said, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting down.

“She’s very fertile, apparently.” He grinned, snatching a quick kiss.

“So are bunny rabbits.” I scowled at him.

His eyebrow shot up. “I’ve never fucked a bunny before. Have you ever considered a pair of panties with a pompom tail?” His hand curved around to cup my ass as if I had materialised a fluffy tail.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I have mouse ears.”

He rolled me onto my back to stare down at me. “I know. I definitely remember making you scream my name while wearing those ears.”

My legs wrapped around him. “You wore mouse ears too that night, so it wasn’t as weird as you make it sound.”

His full, sensual lips curved into a grin. “I hope our children don’t have mouse ears.”

I pushed his hair back and stared up at him. “What are you going to have to do?” I asked.

“Reluctantly give in to him to gain his trust,” Ash admitted. “Will you stand at the bottom of the aisle when they ask if anyone knows why I can’t say I do?”

“I will drag her veil off and strangle her with it.”

He barked out a laugh. “At least my virtue is safe in your hands.”

“Seriously, Ash. I’m starting to panic.”

His finger traced the side of my face. “You have no need to. I’m not my dad. When I said my vows, I meant them. You’re it for me, Angel.”

“I’m not worried about you getting married, Ash. I licked it and put a ring on it, your dick belongs to me.” His chuckle made a warm glow start in my tummy. “I’m concerned what will happen when Matteus discovers you can’t marry who he wants.”

“Dad is a strategic player, but so am I. There are already plans in place for several scenarios. I promised you until death do us part, and I’m intending for us to be together for a long time.”

I believed him, but I couldn’t stop the wave of fear that threatened to overwhelm me. Matteus Blackwood was no ordinary enemy. He was Ash’s father, so he knew how to read his son in the same way Papa was able to see past my subterfuge. The enemy at our door was a wolf dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and carrying a basket filled with poisonous cookies. One wrong bite, and we could all be dead.

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Chapter Three

Ash

“I don’t like it,” Jordan said, his brows lowered in disapproval.

“Tough,” I replied. “This is our best play. Release Cynthia’s sister and Dad will be beside himself trying to find who is watching him. He’ll know that the girls aren’t dead and that someone has them.”

Xavier steepled his hands under his chin. “It’s ballsy, but it might be enough to destabilise Matteus.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Jordan snapped. “You pointed the finger of blame at Michael for their disappearance.”

I nodded. “And Marlow since he’s disappeared. I suggested that Michael didn’t want to give up his toys and he was the only other person with a key.”

The key Dad had given me was to the front door, which had been rigged to blow. Michael probably knew that and had the key to the other door.

“Fuck!” Jordan tugged his hair and started at the ceiling in despair.

“I agree with Ash,” Lucas said. “We need to make Matteus suspicious of everyone, then he will trust the only person who has never been involved in this mess.”

Me.

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