I let those words sink in.
Why do I believe every word that drips from his lips?
It’s not just because I want to or need to. It’s because I believe in him. Don’t ask me why, I could list many reasons. None of them started with how we met, but the little things he has done for me after that moment in time.
I love this man.
Even when I shouldn’t.
I want what I know he can give me.
So, when I look up to him, I offer him a small smile.
“Marry me,” he says, then kisses my lips before I have a chance to answer him.
Chapter Thirty-One
Keir
Six Months Later…
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She didn’t say yes when I asked her to marry me on the steps of our home, but I knew I would get her eventually. She said yes two months later. And today she is walking down the aisle looking like my most favorite snack, in a strapless dress made of lace encasing her curves, with her hair long and curled down her bareback.
Wren wiggles in her seat as my mother holds her, wanting to get to Sailor.
Hell, I don’t blame her.
I want to get to her as well—to see what she has on under that dress mostly.
Sailor’s parents are sitting behind us. Her mother is still not pleased with her choice, but she bites her tongue and for that I am grateful.
Fuck.
I miss that body.
It’s been forever since I’ve had a taste.
For-fucking-ever.
We waited until today. She asked me to, and I couldn’t say no. Because for her, I would have moved mountains, heaven, and earth.
It hasn’t been easy, though. Thankfully, she still let me play. Her hands would snake around my cock in the shower, followed by her mouth. My mouth would taste her often, but she never let me finish her off.
She said if I could do this, I would do anything for her.
And she was right.
I will do anything for her.
But to say I won’t be happy to strip that dress off her the first chance I get would be a lie. It will be in shreds on the fucking floor.
As soon as she’s near, I reach out to touch her. She shivers, and I lean into her ear. She smells fucking delicious. “Soon, very soon, that dress will be on the floor in shreds, and I will be inside of you, right where I fucking belong.” I pull back and mouth, “tick-tock.”
She chuckles at my words as the wedding starts.
It started off small, yet, somehow, we have over forty guests and the venue is a small library. Her idea. She also had a plan that every guest gets to pick a book as their own treat, and at the end we pay the tab.
My little fucking bookworm.
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Sailor.
His hands are hot on my body as they roam all over it. Who knew this man would steal more than I could have ever anticipated? And he was patient. I never thought of Keir as a patient man—he always took what he wanted and gave no excuses for it.
But for me, he’s patient.
And it’s what I need.
I need to know he’s there for me, not just for what I can give him.
He’s proved that time and time again.
And believe me, not letting him take for over six months has been hard. I’ve wanted him probably just as much as he’s wanted me. But we made a deal, and we stuck to it. And I’m so glad we have.
He’s my best friend. I tell him everything. Literally everything, even things I probably shouldn’t. But I don’t trust anyone else as much as I trust him now.
I stay away from his business, as far as I can get anyway. I mean, we have dinners once a month with all the boys and Piper, but most of them are family anyway, so that’s how I see them. They keep business out of the room that night because those nights are for fun and drinking.
Piper has become close.
And Paige? Well, we haven’t seen her for a long time, and I’m glad. I don’t ask about her at all. Last I heard, she had the baby and is living in Italy. As long as she isn’t around me anymore, that’s all I care about.
Keir bites at my lip, hikes up my dress, and brings my body closer to him. We’re in the back of the bookshop. Boxes of books are piled everywhere, and he uses it to his advantage as he lifts me up and slides my ass onto one stack.
“To love you is to consume you. And, baby, you fucking consume me.” He takes my lips and pushes me until my back hits the wall, my ass still on the boxes. He snakes his hand between us and gets to where my panties should be. He pulls away and lifts my dress fully, to look underneath. “You came prepared,” he says, winking, and I can’t help but laugh as I reach forward and undo his trousers, pulling his belt off and freeing his cock. He groans when I wrap my hand around it.
“What are you waiting for? I’m waiting for you to fuck me already, Mr. Rossi.”
His brows shoot up and he pulls me closer, I let go of him as I feel him at my entrance. He moves slightly, gliding against me, and I groan at the pleasure his cock stirs within me.
“Well, Mrs. Rossi, it will be my fucking pleasure.”
Someone bangs on the door, but he ignores them and slides straight into me. Moving slowly, he keeps his eyes on me the whole time. When he’s fully seated, he stills and leans forward, kissing my lips ever so softly. “I could have never dreamed of someone like you. Fuck, I’m glad I kidnapped your ass.”
I chuckle at his words. “Just don’t make a habit of kidnapping other women,” I say.
He moves then, and I groan, biting my lip.
“Only you.”
“I can hear you two fucking in there. Hurry up before I open the door. You have guests, and the people here are fucking annoying.” Lucas groans on the other side of the door and we both laugh at him but don’t answer him either.
I have a feeling no man, or even woman, could rush Keir. He’s got me now, and I doubt he will ever let me go.
And I will never let him go either.
Two peas in a pod as they say.
And what a fucked-up pod it is, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Variety Gossip
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The King of the Underworld
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Is married.
Yes, you read that right.
Our forever bachelor is officially off the market.
What a lucky girl she is.
What a lucky man he is.
That’s me, signing out.
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Book 3!
Unlikely Queen
By T.L. Smith
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The prophecy foretold of the true queen...
In the new world, where the old world is long forgotten, an evil queen sits on the throne, and anyone who challenges her reign is a mortal enemy—I am that enemy just by breathing.
The queen always gets what she wants, and she wants me dead.
Then one day, my life is turned upside down by a prophecy naming me the one true queen. I was oblivious to the true roles of the two men in my life—the Angel of Light and the Angel of Death—as my existence hung in the balance. One man there to save me, the other to claim me should the queen succeed in her quest for my blood.