“Where are we going?” I ask.
Instead of answering me, he pulls me into a stairwell. My sex begins to heat, thinking he’s going to make love to me here in the darkness, but he keeps guiding me forward until we reach an elevator. We take it up to the very top floor. Just when I’m preparing to question him again, we step outside onto the highest point of the arena and I gasp, finding us surrounded by string lights and candles and soft violin music. The Eiffel Tower winks in the distance, sparkling and beautiful against the dark night sky.
I’m turning in a circle with tears in my eyes, trying to take it all in when I see Everett go down on one knee, popping open a ring box. My heart leaps up into my throat. All I can do is stare, moisture coursing down my cheeks. What is he doing?
His face is serious when he says, “Four years ago, you gave yourself to a madman, Margot. And I’m still mad. Even more so.” He plucks the ring out of the box and pushes the diamond onto my finger where it clanks against my wedding band. “Please. I’m going to need reminders of this commitment. Reminders that you’re actually mine to keep. We’ll start with every four years, but it could be every year soon if you continue to make my heart feel so goddamn heavy in my chest.” He wheezes the second half of that sentence, one hand clutching at the center of his sternum. “You’re burning me alive every second of the day. Like I’m constantly dying and there’s no cure.”
Everett lunges for me then, making me stumble backward into the darkness.
“I’m sorry,” I say, pushing out my bottom lip. “I don’t mean to make you hurt so bad.”
Innocent. Contrite.
On the inside, however, my heart is thundering wildly, my blood dancing with excitement. The dark, twisted kind that has become our signature. For Everett’s part, he’s already stripping me out of the track suit, baring my mostly naked body to the night sky. When he sees what I’m wearing, he groans brokenly, delving a hand into his dress pants to masturbate himself with quick jerks of his wrist. “I can’t think straight. I can’t think of anything but you,” he grits out. “My head can’t hold the amount of thoughts I have about you every second, every hour. Not without my skull aching. Shattering.”
“Shhh,” I whisper, going up on my toes to softly kiss Everett’s mouth, my hand replacing his inside his pants. Wrapping around his huge shaft to tug him firmly, thoroughly, base to tip. “You know how to quiet all the sound, Daddy. You know how to get rid of the pressure. You have to give some of it to me.” I bite my lip and blink up at him. “I love getting it.”
“I love you,” he growls. “Love you so much I can’t fucking breathe.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper. “I love you so bad.”
I have no time to prepare before I’m spun around to face the edge of the roof and the Eiffel Tower beyond. I hold onto the concrete perimeter wall, my intimate muscles constricting with anticipation, while Everett rips my lacy panties down to my ankles.
As soon as I’m fully naked, except for my knee-high stockings, Everett’s fingers tangle in my hair, yanking it back and making me gasp. His breath is hot against my neck. “Daddy’s little girl is going to give me her ass tonight.”
“Yes,” I whine, my knees starting to tremble with eagerness. I saw this coming. It’s what he wants when he needs to possess. To claim extra badly. And so before I dressed myself tonight, I lubricated myself there in anticipation. When he discovers what I’ve done, he rasps my name in wonder, rough palms scraping up and down my butt cheeks, then back to the center. Guiding himself home one inch, two...
Then he presses me down so my cheek is resting on the cool concrete wall—and he pumps deep with a strangled sound, his hand slapping down onto mine, holding it tightly.
A firework goes off overhead just in time to mask my scream. But the explosions in the sky are nothing compared to what we generate tonight and every single day, for the rest of our lives.
THE END
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Step-Stalker
While Navy SEAL Vale Butler is overseas, letters from his stepsister have kept him sane. Now he's returned home a hero, eager to match a face to the words, never expecting to be attracted to the girl. Ferociously. Urgently. Dangerously. Lula is off limits, but for the first time in Vale's life, he is breaking protocol and following the orders of his heart, no matter the consequences.
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