Page 195 of Renard's Deliverance

“Baby,” he murmured, taking her mouth with his.

It was soft and gentle.

He was still mindful of her bruises even though her lip had healed.

It was exactly what she needed.

“I love you so much,” she told him.

“Love you too, baby. Always. You’re not allowed to leave me. Understand?”

“Never,” she swore to him. “Never.”

* * *

Opal staredat herself in the mirror in the closet.

The woman staring back at her looked pretty good. Most of the bruising had faded. Her hand was no longer bandaged and her fingers were just tapped up.

All in all, not bad.

Two weeks had passed since she was kidnapped.

Two weeks and no sex.

Enough was enough.

Tonight she was getting laid. No more treating her like she was delicate.

Which is why she’d put on this lacy red teddy. She looked amazing in it; it matched her red lipstick and red nails.

Hot.

“Gem? What are you doing? It’s time for bed,” Renard called out from the bedroom.

“Coming.”

She walked into the bedroom slowly and he glanced up and froze.

He was standing by her side of the bed. He’d gotten into the habit of tucking her into bed each night.

Which was sweet as hell.

But tonight, she didn’t want to be tucked into bed, she wanted to be fucked.

“Jesus. What’s that?”

“A lace teddy. You like it?”

“Like it? Fuck, Gem, are you trying to kill me?” he groaned.

“Nope. I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”

“Gem, no.” He turned fully toward her and held up his hands. There was some panic on his face. “I can’t.”

“Enough of the kid gloves. I get it. I was kidnapped and beaten, nearly arrested. But I need my man to do what he promised and give me what I need. Can you do that?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

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