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I do what I’m told and wait for further instruction, but there is none. I watch in amazement as he removes his jeans and stands before me commando. His massive erection is more than apparent. I wish I had his nerves of steel. He slowly climbs on top of me and begins to remove my panties. As he inspects my body, his jaw twitches, and his eyes darken with need. He pins my arms above my head and secures them with one hand. He uses his other hand to explore the length of my body. His touch is light as a feather as he skims along my breast and stomach before reaching his intended destination.

“I see that you’re already wet. I love that you’re this responsive to me.” To emphasize his point, he runs a finger down my now slick folds. The heat from his fingertips ignites a need to have him inside me. I whimper, and he captures my lips with a passionate kiss. His tongue mimics the motions of his fingers as he circles my nub. I can feel the familiar knot in my belly, and I begin to tremble in his arms. “That’s it, little bird. Come now.” The rasp of his voice sends me over the edge, and I explode with the most intense orgasm to date.

Lennon brings his fingers to his lips and licks away my essence. It’s the most erotic thing when he does this. “So sweet. Your taste is fucking fantastic.” He kisses me again, and I taste myself on his tongue. “See how good you taste, baby?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

He rubs his erection against my folds. “See how hard you make me?” He is long, thick, and hard. He wraps my hand around him, and I can barely close my hand around his girth. He moves my hand up and down his length, and I feel him hardening even more. A bead of liquid forms at the tip of his cock, and I massage it between my fingertips. He sucks on my neck and groans as I continue my exploration of what I now get to claim as mine.

“Your hand feels so good, but I need to be in you now. Spread your legs for me, babe.”

He aligns himself at my entrance, and I feel the tip nudging my folds. As he grips my hips, he plunges forward in one quick thrust. “Oh my God,” I moan.

“Shit, you’re still so tight. Your pussy is clenching my cock.” He allows me time to reacclimate to his size before he begins to move.

He pulls out slowly before slamming back into me. Setting a delicious rhythm, I feel my climax building again. “Lennon,” I moan. He watches as he enters me before pulling out again. He maintains this slow in-and-out pace until the torture is too much for us both. He slams into me, and I know that slow and steady is over.

“Fuck, yeah. Feel me pound your greedy little pussy—my pussy.” His pace is animalistic now, and it hurts so good. I know I’m going to be even more sore than I was today.

He yanks my head back with such intensity that my scalp stings in protest. With my hair wrapped around his fist, he begins his assault on my neck and pushes me over the edge. Light explodes behind my eyes as I yell out his name.

“Turn over,” he instructs. I turn so I’m lying on my stomach. His hands caress my ass and give it a gentle squeeze. “You have such a nice ass. I love the two dimples that sit just above the globes of your ass. It’s easily one of my favorite parts aside from your sweet cunt.”

He licks one of the dimples and then the other. He gives my ass a few smacks. “God, you’re so fucking addicting. Get up on your knees for me.”

My ass is in the air, and my face is down on the bed. I feel so exposed, yet I’m dripping wet. He rubs his cock tauntingly against my wetness, and I push back against him. I’m so hot for him I can’t stand it. “Please, Lennon,” I beg.

“So impatient,” he teases. He smacks my ass again but slightly harder this time, sending echoes throughout the room. The stinging catches me off guard, but then he plunges in me from behind, and pleasure joins pain in delicious synchrony. I push my ass back toward him, trying to absorb all he’s giving me. He’s pounding me so relentlessly that my legs begin to quake. He’s balls deep inside me, yet I still can’t get enough. I bite my lip to contain my screams, but it’s pointless. I yell out his name, coming so hard my legs give out. He holds me up with ease as he continues his punishing strokes.

“Fuck,” he screams, and I feel him throbbing inside me with his own release. He looks down at me, shocked. His eyes are wide, and he’s panting. It does a lot for my confidence to see him affected this way. “Fucking hell, little bird,” he says when he finds his breath.I’m thinking the same thing.

I can barely breathe, yet I need to answer him. “Yep,” is all I can muster. I grin, and Lennon surprises me by jumping out the bed. For a minute, I think he’s done with me.

“I’m going to draw us a bath. You will be so sore after taking two consecutive days of my punishing cock, but the hot water will help.” The mischievous look in his eyes tells me he isn’t sorry one bit.

“Feeling pretty proud of yourself, huh?”

“Yes. Very. Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to remember I claimed that virginal pussy—your fiancé. I plan to claim every inch of you.”

“You are so crass. And don’t I need a ring to be your fiancée officially?” I blush profusely. I’m not used to language that is so raw and dirty. But I like it coming from him.

“I don’t need a ring to claim you as mine, but don’t worry. As soon as we let this charade play out with your father, I plan to put the biggest rock on your fucking ring finger for all to see. Now time for that bath.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Aurora

1 WEEK LATER

It’s been a week since we returned from Dublin. So much has evolved for Lennon and me. Our relationship is unconventional, but I can appreciate the strides he’s trying for me. We had a lot of opportunities to talk over the weekend and he wants to build trust between us. He doesn’t want to have to constantly look over his shoulder and wonder if I’m going to betray him. I gave him my word, and in return, things have been different since we got back to New York. For starters, he brought me back to his penthouse in the city instead of the house he was holding me captive in what turns out to have been Staten Island. None of his house staff has been here. It’s just been him and me this week. I have a special phone to use for deliveries or anything that I may need since I still can be seen yet—not until we arrange a story for my father. He’s trusting me with a burner phone to communicate with Amerie in the meantime. I’m not allowed to tell her where I am, who I’m with, or how she was rescued, which is hard but necessary.

Lennon is out doing whatever he needs to be doing regarding his Mafia life, and he’s left me here without supervision. It’s an olive branch of his trust. His world doesn’t scare me. I grew up in the underworld of organized crime, so I much prefer my destiny with him than any other. I’m even trying on this whole domesticated thing since it will be a bit before we have house staff again. I’m just getting ready to put in a load of laundry when my burner phone rings. Only two people have the number—Lennon and Amerie.

It’s Amerie. “Hey, girl,” I say, happy to hear from her again. We’ve only talked a couple of times since I’ve been back.

“Sorry! I can’t talk long,” she says on the other end of the phone, sounding winded. “I need your help. I’m so scared, Aurora.”

“Slow down. Tell me what’s wrong.”

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