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“No, baby,” he murmured, pushing me back forward, making me face the headboard again. “This is about you. I want you to learn exactly who owns your body. You’re mine, baby. Let me take care of you.”
At those words, I couldn’t help it. I rode on his face, grabbing the top of his damp, ruffled hair, using it like reins as I rubbed my pussy lips on his face. There were no thoughts in my head. No insecurities about my body. No fear of the future. No anxiety over losing him. Only pure pleasure.Only him.His tongue swirled around my clit, my face heating like a volcano. His hands reached up, grabbing my little tits, twisting my thick nipples, bringing me over the edge. The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, heat rushing over every surface of my body, drenching me in sweat. And when the last burst of pleasure shot through me, I looked over my shoulder: sticky ropes of come striped his abdomen.
When he came, he hadn’t been jacking off anymore; he had been teasing my tits. The fact that I was riding his face was enough to make him come.
I collapsed, rolling onto the bed beside him, and he faced me, kissing my forehead. A sticky layer of sweat laced my skin, but he nuzzled my neck anyway. Darkness seeped into my vision, exhaustion winning the battle this time.
“Even if the world burns down, know this,” he said, “you’re mine, baby. And I’ll do anything to protect you.”
With those words, Finn kissed my cheek, then pulled me into his body until he was spooning me from behind. I closed my eyes. His arms were tight around me, like a shield.
And I felt safe.
CHAPTER 13
Finn
The city lights glowed in the window. Water dripped into a pot, like an old grandfather clock keeping time. I ran my thumbs through the waist of my gray pajama pants. Even when I didn’t have a contract on my schedule, I still woke up before dawn.
Bare feet tapped against the tile. Ramona poked her head around the corner. An oversized shirt hung from her shoulders, leggings snug against her thighs. Her brown eyes blazed, a smile gleaming on her face.
And everything felt right.
“You’re awake,” she said in a soft voice.
“Habit.”
She slid onto one of the barstools, her elbows resting on the countertop. I poured two giant mugs of coffee, steam rising from the liquid. I grabbed the cream, sugar, and a spoon, handing them to her.
“You take yours black?” she asked.
I nodded. There had been a point in time where I added sugar, but a few years back, sweets stopped appealing to me. But the baking at the Carter Compound was beginning to shift that back again.
“You have money, right?” she asked. I stared at her, waiting for her to finish her thought. “So why do you get the cheap stuff? This is the same brand Bunny uses for the bar.”
“Habit,” I said again. It reminded me of home, when life was simple. Ramona added a few drops of cream, then scooped a spoonful of sugar, and swirled the spoon in her mug. She licked it clean, drawing my attention to her mouth. Her lips pursed around the metal.
“Well, no matter what anyone says, I like it,” she said. She was talking about the coffee, but for some reason, her tone made me think she was actually talking about me.
I grabbed her spoon, cutting off the conversation, refusing to let my emotions control me. Ramona’s eyes mulled over me as I washed, questions lingering on her tongue. The spoon clanged into the dishwasher, and our eyes met again.
“You’re a member of the Marked Blooms Syndicate, right?” she asked. “For how long?”
“Several years.”
“Have you been living in Opulent Gates the entire time?” she asked. Membership or initiation status was the only way to gain access to the private community. I nodded again. “But besides that Masquerade, I never saw you in the neighborhood.”
It had killed me to be that close to her, knowing that I had to keep my distance, that it was the best thing for her and the twins. But now, I knew better. Thinking of her past with Bruce made my stomach drop, but I had to know. I had to make sense ofwhyshe had chosen to accept Bruce’s brutality.
“Why did Bruce keep offering you to the Syndicate?” I asked.
“He told you about that?” she asked. “How did you know?”
My blood pressure spiked, my fingers twitching into fists. I had seen the footage only a few days before I ripped her from Bruce’s mansion, but if I had seen it sooner, it wouldn’t have taken me this long to get rid of them.
For years, I kept telling myself that living with Bruce was what Ramonawanted,and that I didn’t need to encroach on her life.
But I was so fucking wrong.
