I sit up fully, scooting back to rest against the headboard, and I pull Emmie right along with me, letting her pull the covers over us.
“You think this is linked to your mum?”
“I dunno. I might be overthinking it. I’m sure there are a million and one people who’d want him dead. I’m probably just being paranoid after he took me.”
Holding her tighter, I drop a kiss to her temple as images from that day continue to haunt me.
“I’m sorry I let you get—”
“No, Theo,” she says, pressing her palm to my chest and climbing onto my lap.
The sheets fall from her body as she straddles me and takes my face in her hands.
“That wasn’t your fault. They ran us off the road. There wasn’t much you could do.”
“I should have taken charge of the situation, and I shouldn’t have fucking passed out so they could take you.”
“It’s not your fault,” she repeats as guilt begins to eat at my insides, ripping me apart piece by piece. “And it’s in the past now. There’s nothing we can do about it. It’s just another piece in our slightly broken puzzle of how we got here.”
“We’re not broken, babe,” I say softly.
She smiles at me, compassion oozing from her. “A little dented then, maybe?” she suggests.
Nodding, I lean forward, capturing her lips in a toe-curling kiss.
When we finally part, she looks at me with sadness darkening her eyes.
“I think we should go home.”
Disappointment floods me. I was more than happy to spend every single second we could in this place, just the two of us, while we let the rest of the world continue around us.
“Give me a couple of hours before I have to share you again?” I ask hopefully. I understand why she wants to get back, but I’m not ready. It might make me a selfish prick, asking to keep her to myself right now, but I’m confident that I can distract her from the worry that’s pinching her brows. “We can order room service. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” I wiggle my brows suggestively and she laughs. “Call your dad, check in with home so you know things are okay. Then I’ll take you back later this afternoon, yeah?”
She thinks about my offer for a beat before she nods, biting down on her lip and looking at me seductively through her lashes.
“Something you wanted, Hellcat?” I ask, my voice raspy from sleep and my overwhelming need for her, despite having spent almost all night inside her.
Her hips roll and she shudders when the head of my cock slides across her already more than ready pussy.
“Yeah,” she states confidently. “You.”
Wrapping my fingers around her hips, I drag her exactly where I want her and impale her on my dick in one swift move.
She cries out at the invasion, and I force myself to hold still. There’s no way she’s not sore after last night.
“You okay, babe?” I ask, sitting forward, allowing her pert nipples to brush against my chest, making her gasp and her inner muscles clamp down deliciously on my cock. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I rest my brow against hers, staring down into her dark, hungry eyes.
“I am now,” she says with a smirk. That simple statement makes my heart soar.
She might not have responded to my confession last night, but to be honest, I wasn’t expecting her to. Hell, I wasn’t even expecting to say the words. But in that moment, it felt right. I have no other ideas how to make her realise that I really want this. Her.
I’ve spent the past few months trying to prove the exact opposite and running from the truth. Well, I’m done. I’m so fucking done from running away from what I really want, from listening to that little voice in my head who tries to control me, force me into the life that’s been designed for me, not the one I actually want.
“We’ll take it slow.”
My eyes widen when her hand wraps around my throat, and she smiles in accomplishment that she’s been able to shock me.
“Don’t you ever fucking hold out on me, Theo. I’m here because I want you. All of you.”
I swallow harshly against her hold at the sincerity I see shining back at me in her eyes.
“What if I want to take it slow? What if I want to make love to you?” I ask, my heart thundering in my chest at asking a question I never envisaged falling from my lips… ever.
“Then do it, but because you want to, not because you don’t think I can handle anything else.”
“Fair enough, babe.” I roll my hips on the final word and Emmie cries out as I graze her G-spot, her grip on my throat tightening.
“You like hurting me, huh, babe?”
“Consider it revenge for all the times you’ve hurt me.” There’s a little bite to her tone, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I deserve a whole world of pain for the shit I’ve put her through.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“Well, fuck,” she mutters, moving with me as I lift her from my cock. “Something else we agree oooooon,” she screams when I drop her back down.
“Pretty sure we can find plenty of other things. Like how you should be screaming louder.”
I flip us, pinning her to the bed and fucking her into the mattress like a fucking wild animal.
By the time I’ve pushed her over the edge twice, we’re both dripping in sweat and I’m pretty sure the trickle I can feel down my back is actually blood from the way she clawed at me.
“We should clean up,” I say, pulling out and falling beside her. “In about an hour,” I confess weakly. My entire body is lit up like a million fairy lights from that release.
Brushing my fingers up her parted thigh, I find her swollen core, dipping my fingers inside her again, feeling our joint releases coating her.
She shudders, her fingers wrapping around my wrist and halting my movements.
“Stop, please,” she begs. “I can’t take any more.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her.
“I know. I just like knowing you’re full of my cum.”
“You’re an animal,” she scoffs, twisting away from me and slowly standing up.
“You okay, babe?” I ask, rubbing at my jaw in an attempt to hide my smirk at seeing her struggling to make her legs work.
I don’t do a very good job at covering my delight, because when she looks back over her shoulder, her eyes immediately drop to my grin.
“You’re a knobhead, Cirillo,” she hisses lightly before taking off toward the bathroom.
“Fine by me,” I sigh, falling back on the bed and letting my smile widen.
I’ve got my girl, and Luis Wolfe is dead. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a pretty fucking great day.
“What are you doing?” I ask when I finally find the energy to join her in the bathroom.
Placing her hands on her hips, she glares at me.
“Kinda thought it was obvious. Did I fuck all your brain cells right out of you?” she sasses, her eyes taking a leisurely trip down my body.
Knowing that she was in here naked meant I never really sank my boner after I pulled out of her, and having her staring right at me really doesn’t do anything to help that situation.