CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MATHIAS
After spending the day studying Petit Enterprises files for more damning ammunition against my father, video games with Rafe and Allie are a welcome breather, while dinner with my brothers and my girl brings a sense of peace I’ve been missing.
But the best part of my day is when I’m free to coax Allie upstairs to our bedroom.
Not just mine anymore.
Ours.
Each morning, I’ve wakened with a raging need to fuck her, and each time, I’ve settled for humping her lush ass as I finger her pussy. It’s my way of giving her time to adjust to the fact that she’s mine and I intend to fuck her ten ways to Sunday as often as I can.
Never say I’m not a gentleman.
“I don’t know how I can be so tired when I barely do anything during the day.” Allie covers a yawn. “Rather than resigning for me, you should have convinced my job to let me work remotely. Then I’d have something to fill my time.”
She’d been pissed when I told her about the email I’d sent to her former employer. Her cheeks had flushed and her mouth had formed a mutinous line, but that’s as far as she allowed her anger. Her need to avoid confrontation curtailing the emotion.
I hate that she's learned that's the best way to protect herself.
Allie shouldn’t hide her feelings from anyone, least of all me. She deserves to freely express herself without fear of rejection or judgment.
“How about I give you a legitimate reason for exhaustion?” I ask, wicked intention coating the question. Perhaps it's time to push her boundaries a little bit more.
Wariness vibrates from her position by the bedroom window as I stalk forward. Her gaze flits to the bed then back to me.
“Mathias…”
My hands circle her waist. Soft. Supple. A body made for a man to sink into. For me to hold and worship and possibly find peace.
“Allie Angel…” I whisper the words over the rapid pulse in her neck. “Don't turn me away. Haven't I made you feel good every morning?”
“Yes, but—”
“Do you want me to take it? Is that what my girl needs?”
Her breath hitches, and I swear I can smell the sweet gush of arousal between her thighs.
The beast inside becomes feral.
Allie's a good girl.
But she yearns to be claimed and fucked without the niceties. Those too good , too proper chains prevent her from feeling comfortable enough to voice the need.
But I don't need verbal consent.
Allie's responsive body says all that's necessary.
"The safe word is peppermint . Repeat it back to me."
"P-Peppermint."
"Good girl." I spin her around and guide Allie to the mattress, pressing her down flat on her back with my body.
When we're both horizontal, I balance on my side so one hand can roam the malleable hills and valleys of her curves. "Tonight is about you, Allie Angel. I'm going to caress and kiss, and you're going to talk to me."
She jolts like a wire zapped with electricity. "About what? Why?"
Allie's always full of questions. Always needing the safety found in knowledge. It's a common trait we share.
"Because I like hearing your voice," I admit. Honeyed tones, rich and sweet, it's a welcome change from the rumble of males that usually fills the manor. "And because we're going to replace your negative thoughts and memories with positive ones. We're removing their power. Starting tonight."
"I don't understand..." Prudence wars with the desire in her eyes as I remove her glasses and toss them by the pillow.
"You will,” I promise. “Why don't you tell me about the last time you considered hurting yourself, and we'll begin."