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Fuck, I was too.
As I quickened my pace, her moans, and whimpers grew louder, her nails digging deeper into my back as I pushed her toward the edge. “Niko!” she screamed as her pussy clamped around my dick so tight I had no other choice but to follow.
With my head rested in the crook of her neck, my thrusts grew more frantic as I chased my orgasm. A wave of tingling, starting in my toes and rushing to the crown of my head, washed over me in a flash of heat as I climaxed.
“Mine,” I grunted, my dick pulsating inside her, my release filling her cunt.
As we caught our breaths, we both just remained like we were, her legs still wrapped around my body, my dick still inside her cunt.
While we had a bunch of shit to work through, like me kidnapping her, I wouldn’t lie, this was something I could get used to. When both our breaths evened out, I gazed at her, wondering what she thought. Not about the sex, because that was out of this fucking world. Neither of us could deny the connection we had. But I wondered what she thought about us.
“I meant what I said, Janea.”
“You don’t even know me, Niko.”
I didn’t even need to repeat what I meant. She knew in her heart that she was mine.
“I don’t give a fuck. There’s no fucking denying there’s something between us.” I nipped at her plump bottom lip, eliciting a hiss that went straight to my dick. “You are mine.”
“How can you say that?” she asked, her beautiful eyes focused on me. “You kidnapped me.”
“I also saved you,” I said, unwrapping her legs from around my waist, then slipping from inside her.
I hated to, and the look on her face told me she felt the same way. She felt like home to me, but we had shit to discuss. Her eyes softened.
“All I ask, is after all this is over, we get to know one another,” I continued. “No labels if that helps, and we take it as slow or fast as you like.”
“If I don’t die before then,” she said, blowing out a breath as she dropped her head.
I gripped her chin between my thumb and index finger, tilting her face up toward me. “I’m not going to let that happen.”
As the water cooled, I brushed a kiss against her lips, and her body sagged against me.
“It’s time to trust me,” I said. “It’s time to trust that I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe.”
“And why should I?”
“Because I don’t go around pledging my loyalty to just any fucking body, Janea. Whether you want to believe me or not, you’re mine. And when all this shit is over, I’ll prove it to you over and over again.”
Chapter Eleven
Janea
Thesternlooksontheir faces, and the heavy silence of the room made me feel like I was sitting in the principal’s office. Both Eros and Eros’s Vice President, who introduced himself as Knox, stared at me with an intensity I’d never experienced. Long gone was the man who made me feel things I’d never felt before and things I had no business feeling for him. Now the stoic man who kidnapped me was back, and waiting for answers.
Old leather, liquor, and tobacco filled the air as we sat in Eros’s office. He was behind a large oak desk, I sat directly opposite him, and Knox sat in a chair to his left. Behind his head, on the rich, dark wood paneling, hung a framed black and white photo of classic motorcycles. Along with the chairs Knox and I sat on a large, brown leather couch sat on the far wall in front of more framed black and white photos ranging from motorcycles, people, and landscapes. As a photographer, each one caught my eye because the photographers were very talented, and theylooked vintage. The landscapes looked like the work on Ansel Adams.
“Who took the pictures?” I asked, trying to break the tension.
The executive leather chair groaned under Eros’s weight as he leaned back. He crossed his arms covered in vivid tattoos over his chest, and it felt like I was going to be interrogated.
“Not sure,” Eros answered. “Start from the beginning.”
I’d much rather be back in the shower having a repeat of last night, but I couldn’t actually voice that thought. The corner of his mouth ticked up in a smirk like he knew where my mind had gone.
“Since my mother’s death, our relationship hasn’t been the same,” I said. “I thought it had to do with me not approving of his new relationship.”
“That’s not a reason for a father to put a hit out on his child,” Eros said.
