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I wasn’t fucking stupid.

Most of the fight had left her once I’d shown her the apartment. Once I showed her I was fucking protecting her. But when she felt it was safe enough to leave, she would fucking try.

I needed to make sure when that time came, she wouldn’t want to.

I needed to make sure she became as obsessive with me, as lost to me as I was to her.

I needed to make sure she fucking loved me.

I didn’t know about love. Didn’t know if there was enough of my heart to give to her that wasn’t already given to my boys, but I would make sure she’d want for nothing.

She would flourish as mine.

She would be my old lady.

Emmy shuddered, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Why do you look like that?” she asked, her voice set in whispers.

“Like what?” I asked, wondering what expression I was making to put that wary look in her eyes.

“Like you’re thinking about something… dark, and you like it.”

I threw my head back and laughed. Fuck, but she was cute.

I pulled her into my arms.

She fought against me. “Dominic, wait. We’re still talking about the investigation—”

I silenced her with a kiss, eating away whatever protest she might have offered. I didn’t want to talk about the investigation. Didn’t want to talk about why she might be so fucking eager to leave me.

I would have to show her why staying here with me forever would be best, and nothing showed her more than when I was kissing her… touching her.

I molded my lips around hers, letting my hands drift down her body, exploring those fucking curves that were on a long list of my new obsessions, and settling on her waist.

I drew her closer to me, letting her feel my hard-on and eliciting a gasp from her lips.

I wasted no time and pushed my tongue inside of her.

She made a small noise in the back of her throat, a cross between a whimper and a moan.

Fuck.

Electricity shot up and down my arms, driving my actions. I steered her toward the kitchen island and lifted her, setting her on the flat surface.

She tensed around me, but I didn’t give her a chance to think.

I pushed up the pink fabric of her dress. My fingers skimmed the outline of her panties—the ones I didn’t put on her—and pushed her down so she was lying on her back on the flat surface.

She looked up at me with swollen lips, dark eyes, and flushed cheeks.

She licked her lips, and I had to stop the groan that wanted to escape from the sight alone. Like fucking Aphrodite.

I shot the white panties a disgusted look and slid them down her legs, letting them fall to the kitchen floor.

She let out a small squeak when I brought her legs up to my shoulders, but she didn’t stop me when I leaned down and licked her slick pussy with the flat of my tongue.

Her back lifted off the granite, her fingers tangling in my hair, and her legs clenched around me, as if she was afraid I would move away.

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