Chapter 28 – Elias
I t’s been nearly a week since I took Chase to the basement of Underground Park Slope.
He tried dying on me, but he wasn’t getting out of this so easily.
I sent my medical team in to give him enough blood and food to keep him alive long enough for me to torture him.
While Sage recovered emotionally and physically—not that she’d admit to needing rest, but Noah helped me convince her of it—I stayed busy killing or capturing more of Chase’s men. We missed about ten in the original sweep.
I also spoke with Aaron and Justin, the two soldiers assigned to protect Sage.
They explained how Chase was able to grab her.
It happened when they were headed to Brooklyn.
Sage wanted to hang out with Noah and console her best friend, who had just ended her father’s life earlier that week.
While at a stoplight, they were ambushed .
The driver was shot in the head and killed.
Justin, in the passenger seat, was shot in the chest and is now recovering in the surgical unit I have set up at Underground Park Slope for situations like this—to avoid hospital visits.
Aaron was in the backseat with Sage and was able to get in a few shots at Chase’s men before he was shot in the leg and left to bleed out while Sage was abducted.
Aaron said she fought back the entire time, using her nails to claw at the two oversized goons who carried her to their SUV. She screamed and kicked and attempted to use her weight to escape, but they were still stronger than her.
Chase’s men were smart enough to confiscate the phones belonging to my soldiers, so they weren’t able to immediately contact me. Not that they could have since they were either dead or unconscious and bleeding out.
I’m really going to have a hard time securing a driver as this is the second one to die in the past few weeks.
The sun is close to rising when I return to the penthouse. Sage is asleep, and I should be exhausted, but my fiancée went to bed naked.
My cock hardens as my eyes scan over her full ass, barely covered by the thin silk sheet.
I spot the cut on her arm where she was grazed with a bullet.
The stitches are nearly dissolved by this point, the wound healing to leave a badass scar .
I walk over to my dresser and begin taking off my clothes. I need a shower to wash off the grime from tonight.
Then I’m going to fuck my fiancée awake.
After showering, I find some lube inside my dresser drawer where I keep condoms and other sex toys. I slather my cock and crawl onto the bed. Slowly, I take the sheets off her, making sure not to wake her. With lube still coating my fingers, I line them up to her opening and inch them inside.
She hums and stirs but doesn’t wake up.
I make sure she’s nice and wet before I readjust myself between her legs and press the head of my cock to her pussy.
And I thrust inside her with one quick jerk of my hips.
She wakes up with a scream, and I cover her mouth with my palm.
“Good morning, Reine.”
I slowly slide out, then thrust back into her. Her confusion and panic over being woken up this way quickly fades to muffled moans against my palm.
I pound into her; the slapping sound of our bodies is music to my ears.
She’s making all kinds of wonderful noises, but I need her to be louder, so I remove my hand.
Grabbing her long, blonde hair, I wrap it around my wrist and tug her head back.
My other hand crashes down on her plump ass cheek, and I relish the recoil.
The pain causes her walls to flutter around me, so I do it again and again.
She reaches her orgasm quickly, and I pause to let her pussy spasm. Once she’s done, I flip her over and slide into her again.
“You never sleep naked,” I muse while casually fucking her.
She claws at my ass, trying to get me to go faster.
“It was hot in here.”
“No, it wasn’t. Tell me the truth.”
“You said you’d wake me up with sex.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“I know,” she moans when I withdraw to the tip of my cock before slamming into her to the hilt... and I stop.
“You’re still injured.”
“Barely,” she groans.
“Naughty girl.”
I lean over to take her nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue lash over the hardened peak.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I say and resume pumping my hips, picking up speed.
She whimpers because I’m not being gentle.
“I’ll show you tomorrow, but I need you to be a good girl and give me another orgasm.”
My own orgasm is getting close, and I close my eyes, savoring how wonderful my fiancée’s sweet pussy fits around me .
Sage buries her fingers into my hair and pulls me down for a kiss.
“I love you,” she says against my lips. “My husband.”
Husband.
That did it.
I spill into Sage, no longer able to hold back, and she moans with me, coming for a second time.
She’s too good for me.
I rest my forehead between Sage’s breasts to catch my breath. She hums and combs her fingers through my hair.
“That was amazing.”
“You liked waking up to my cock inside you?”
She groans. “Yes. I’m going to need you to do that every week.”
“Every week?”
“Yeah, at least once a week.”
I lift my head and give Sage a quick kiss on the lips before removing my cock and collapsing onto the bed next her.
I bury my nose into her neck and inhale her sweet strawberry and vanilla scent.
“Do you want to get married?”
“We are getting married. You proposed, silly.”
“No, I mean tomorrow. At the courthouse.”
“Really? Why?”
“I don’t want to wait a day longer.”