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It takes both officers to pull the whining asshat off my floor. “Be at the precinct today to fill out the paperwork, Mr. Savage.”

“You better bring a fucking lawyer. I’m going to sue your ass and take you for all your worth,” Shade mumbles around his broken lips.

He can try. Money buys more than loyalty. It buys Chicago’s finest legal counsel. And I have all the witnesses I need to prove I’m on the right side of the law in this instance. Maybe the camera crew was a good thing, after all. They caught everything through the open door and for a second I feel like thanking Shade for his thoroughness. Though he intended to ruin me, all he did was tarnish his own name.

As the cops leave I turn to find an empty space where Allison should be. Damn it.

CHAPTER 7

ALLISON

He’d been so close to taking me. My body is still primed but I can’t help feeling all this was a huge mistake.

I feel I could have started over next to Mason. Thrills of excitement leave me wondering what it would have felt like to learn everything about him. I’m no fool. Fairytale endings are for books, but it could have been something sweet and long-lasting.

Now I don’t know where I belong. Definitely not with my uncle. Going back there is like signing my own death sentence. Especially after I handed over the evidence to his crime right in front of him.

Maybe that wasn’t such a smart move after all.

Back in the library I search for my thong and give up, shimming back into my angel costume, half considering if it’s acceptable to walk the streets in an oversized bathrobe. Unsure where I would go, I have the skirt halfway up my thighs when I hear him.

“Don’t say anything, Mason. Save us both the time.” I try to work in the steely resolve I want to feel but I know I sound defeated and tired. Just so tired. Staying here meant tarnishing his reputation. There’s no way my uncle will let this go without a media circus. I can’t let Mason or everything he’s worked so hard to build suffer for my family’s bad rotten core.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“It’s better if I leave. I don’t belong here.” I pull my clothes the rest of the way up my body and tug at the zipper.

“Maybe easier… but better? Not for you or me?”

He comes to stand in front of me and the last of my resolve crumbles as I look into his dark eyes. “I don’t belong here,” I whisper, feeling the truth of them weigh on me more than a ton of boulders. The saddest part? I’m not sure if it’s my heart breaking or just my dreams of finding someone to love me getting ripped from me before I can have what I want most in this world.

“That’s not true. You’re mine and you belong here. With me. In my arms, in this house I hope you help me make into a loving home, and here.”

He takes my hands in his and pulls me to stand in front of him until my palms rest over his heart.

“And most importantly here. In my heart. You belong, Allison, and I’ll tell you a hundred times every day until you believe me.”

He presses closer and I find we’re back where we started hours ago. Me against his shelves and him towering over me with the sexiest grin. And I’m just as wet, if not wetter this time around.

He slips a thigh between mine and parts my legs and I lick my lips, remembering the last of his cum on my tongue. I can’t help it. He pulls the naughtiest thoughts from me though I know next to nothing of how to pleasure a man.

“I see you haven’t found your thong.”

“I don’t think there’s anything left to find if memory serves.”

A laugh rumbles in his chest and my nipples press against the confines of my bodice. My body’s reaction when hearing such a pleasant sound come from him makes me suck in a harsh breath, and I take my bottom lip between my teeth to quiet the noise. It’s either that or try explaining why my body reacts to him even when he’s not actually touching me.

But that doesn’t last long.

He lifts my skirt and cups my bare, pink pussy. “You don’t think I would let you leave did you, angel? You walk in here, tie my hands and my heart to your will and you think you can just walk away?”

He’s pissed and it strikes a fire in his dark gaze that has heat pooling in my core.

Every word he utters has my heart racing and I don’t miss the quicker breaths coming from him. “No one has ever said those words to me.”

“That you belong or that you are loved?”

He cups my face in his palms as I nod. “Both.”

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