Chapter 19
C onnor
Watchful eyes monitored our arrival at the rear of the warehouse. The doorman. Milling clubgoers. A number of crew members stood in clusters, their skeleton bandannas around their throats. No one said a word, perhaps recognising a man on a mission.
At the corridor that led into the basement, a group of cleaners huddled. In three days, we were running the game, and my dick thickened at the thought of watching it with Everly. She’d been turned on by the display Tabitha and her boys had put on. I wanted to feel how wet she got watching a gang of men chase down then fuck a group of willing women.
They’d fight then fuck, just like us.
Usually, I didn’t watch, but this time I’d make an exception.
Through the warehouse’s interior I strode, Everly in my arms, until we reached the main front corridor. Staff buzzed around, the thud from the busy nightclub coming from one side, and a rhythmic sound from the strip club coming from the other. Arran and Genevieve stood outside the management office. Manny and Mick were at the other end of the hall, by the ops centre.
I stopped. Drew my gaze around to be sure I had everyone’s attention. “Listen up,” I shouted. Then I turned us to show Everly’s face. “Mine. Do ye hear me? Fucking mine.”
Message delivered, I knuckled the button for the lift and took her up to my apartment.
Inside, I kicked the door closed and locked it behind me, moving straight to the bedroom. I’d need to make a few changes around here. Probably a new wardrobe for her, mine wasn’t big enough for all her clothes, which we’d eventually get. Whatever furniture she wanted swapped out, I’d make it happen.
“We’re home, temptress.” I kissed her forehead and dropped her bag down beside the bed, but carried her back into the dark living room and over to the big brick-arched window.
The city lights sparkled, the river gleaming in its curve past the warehouse. I almost wished she was awake to see it with me, but yesterday, she’d asked me to do something that I’d refused. A mistake.
Gently, I laid her down on the smooth oak floorboards in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights from outside highlighting her beautiful features, then I jumped up to collect a knife from the display on my wall. A Scottish skeen-doo , as I remembered my grandmother teaching me the pronunciation, though I’d never mastered the spelling.
It was a single-bladed small dagger, Damascus steel, and a multipurpose weapon which I kept more for sentimental reasons than practical. Kneeling, I took it to the hem of Everly’s ruined dress and sliced through the purple fabric, making space with my other hand underneath so I didn’t touch her skin with the sharp blade.
The two halves of the dress peeled away, revealing her gorgeous body encased in underwear, and the light gleamed over the rise of her breasts. I stopped moving, mesmerised for a moment with what I’d done, what I had, then ducked and pressed a kiss to the swell of each. Then I did the same to the scratch marks on her skin above.
Piers would suffer for what he’d put her through. Die, more than likely. Tomorrow, I’d get the full story, but for tonight, that was the last thought I was paying the man. It was all about me and Everly now.
Leaning over her, I completed the job of shredding one sleeve and then the other until the dress no longer hid her from me, then sliced through her bra straps and the central join.
Her breasts spilled free. Round, big, and perfect.
I swallowed, so fucking hard I could barely think. “New house rule. When we’re alone together in our apartment, you’re topless.”
I palmed her breast, sliding my hand around her and plumping her up. With my thumb, I brushed over her nipple, exhaling as it rose and hardened. I did the same with the other, then lowered my head to kiss the swell again, tasting her skin. I circled her nipple with my tongue and took a lazy suck.
My eyelids shuttered closed, and a groan of need came from somewhere deep inside me. As in love as we’d been, we hadn’t had the chance to explore each other’s bodies as much as either of us wanted. In the time we’d lost, we’d both changed, too. Matured. She was all woman with soft skin and plentiful curves. I was harder in all ways. A perfect match.
I curled my tongue around her taut bud and took another pull, kneading her other breast like she was my stress toy. My personal plaything.
I took my mouth to her other nipple and pushed her tits high up and together, licking her and gliding my tongue down the valley between. Later, I’d fuck them, but I wanted her awake for that. Instead, I sucked her skin, leaving a line of marks that echoed the curves between her tits. Both sides. A record in love bites that I’d been here.
When I was done, I rested my hands on my knees and admired my handiwork. Her wet skin glistened from my attention, and though the marks were faint in the dim light, in the morning, they’d stand out.
I grazed my hands over her rib cage and onto her soft belly, mostly constrained in the tight underwear. “I fucking love your body. Every single curve is mine. Ye give me so much just by being alive. Now I’m going to see exactly how wet ye got from me playing with your tits.”
The last remaining item of clothing was a barrier between us, but two slices from my dagger split the material and removed that problem. With Everly’s head by the window, and her gorgeous hair spilling around her in gentle curls across my floor, the shadows fell over the rest of her body.
“That won’t do,” I told her.
I collected her in my arms again. Shoved the ruined clothes away and moved her so she was angled to the city view. I pulled her ankle out so her legs were wide and the gleam of her cunt was in full view.
Holy fuck.
She was wet for me, her thighs coated in her arousal. I palmed my dick through my jeans, then leapt to my feet, wrenching at my clothes and uncaring if I tore them in my need to get them off me.
My dick sprang up and slapped my belly, leaking for her like she was for me. I palmed the rigid length and stroked myself, then knelt over her head and took my dick to her mouth.
My precum painted her lips, and my shiny ring piercing clinked on her teeth. Badly, I wanted to fuck her throat, but again, that could wait until she was conscious.
I shifted down her body until I knelt between her spread thighs, then fitted my dick to her pussy.
“In every way, you’re mine, Everly Makepeace.” I thrust halfway inside her tight channel.
My heart thumped so hard and my balls drew up, my body so primed for her this wasn’t going to last any time at all.
Probably better that she slept through it.
I gritted my teeth and continued with the words I needed to say. “I own ye now. Just as ye own me. I’ll defend your life with mine and give ye everything ye want. A home, my last name, the blood of anyone who hurts ye. I’ll fucking knock ye up, too. As many times as we want.”
I jacked my hips again until I bottomed out, my body against hers, and my arms shaking where I braced myself over her. Sweat broke out on my skin. The hard floor dug into my knees, but I felt nothing but her and how she squeezed around me.
A warning pulse of her body enjoying mine.
“Fuck, okay, sweetheart,” I muttered, clamping down on my need to go off like a piston and come inside her.
That flutter of her pussy told me she could orgasm from me fucking her like this. Which meant I needed to give that to her.
Pulling out, I dropped down to kiss her clit. Then I glided my tongue down the centre of her and back up, just to coat myself in her taste. So addictive. I settled on my elbows and opened her with my thumbs, taking a hard suck of her clit, running my teeth down it then sucking again.
Like that, I teased her, going hard then easing up, priming her body like she had mine merely by existing. Then I slid two fingers into her and crooked them to hit her G-spot.
Everly’s cunt squeezed me.
I humped the floor, getting some small relief from the growing need, but kept going, tormenting her, driving her wild, even if only one part of her was responding. When she fluttered again, I jumped up and sank my dick back into her with a low groan of desire and happiness.
Then, in front of the window that overlooked the city which had mistreated her, I let go of my restraint. Like a man possessed, I fucked her beautiful body, taking handfuls of her ample hips and ploughing into her over and over again.
“See this, Deadwater,” I yelled at the city outside the window. “Mine. She’s all fucking mine. Ye cannae have her back.”
Pressure built steadily inside me, my fever for her spiking when she squeezed me again, her internal walls needing me to stay inside her. To finish when she did. Or maybe before? What worked better for knocking a woman up? I lost track of the thought—she’d take my dick whenever she wanted so it was a moot point—and the first pang of my approaching climax struck me down.
“Fuck,” I gritted out. “Ye can’t hear me, but you’re taking me so well.”
Everly’s pussy clamped down on me right as my balls tightened. I came, emotion rocking me and my cum lashing inside her, her orgasm skyrocketing mine. This was what we needed. To stop dancing around the other. To take what was ours and find a way to make it work.
“You’ll remember that ye loved me once.” I breathed and held myself rigid over her and buried so deep, still pulsing. Still claiming. “This time, I won’t take no for an answer.”
I found a pillow for under her head. Paced the room. Each time I was hard again, I fucked her on the floor until we were a mess of cum and exhaustion.
When dawn came, I collected her and took her to our bed, apologising for the rough treatment. I’d kiss her pussy better in the morning.
After she was settled, I took her phone from her bag.
I could’ve used her biometrics to unlock it but took a guess at her passcode. “Six digits. If it’s my birthday, ye get a bonus orgasm when ye wake.”
I tapped in the date. The phone unlocked.
With a laugh of satisfaction, I opened her email and typed out a message to the mayor’s admin team. She was sick and taking the rest of the week off, and someone needed to redistribute her work.
A reply from some keen arsehole came in immediately, wishing her a speedy return to health and giving a promise to cover her in her absence. I snorted and tossed the phone back in the bag. Little did they know she wouldn’t be back. Not unless she wanted to return once for some reason of revenge, in which case I’d help her however she wanted.
A quick check of my phone gave me the thumbs-up from Marcus—the fake contraceptive pills were in his hands. All I needed to know. I arranged for them to be picked up then, making a note to remove some to match her pack, curled up around my lass to join her in sleep.