Chapter Twenty
Tristan
I walk in two days early, drop my bag, and the whole condo smells like her: vanilla, warm skin, and the faint ozone of her soldering iron.
She’s in the kitchen in nothing but my practice jersey and those lacy white panties, reaching for something on the top shelf.
The jersey rides up, flashes the bottom curve of her ass, and every ounce of blood I have left goes straight to my cock.
“Minerva.”
She startles, spins, eyes wide, then melts when she sees it’s me. “You’re early—”
I’m on her before she finishes the sentence. Hands under her thighs, lift, spin, plant her ass on the cold marble island. She gasps at the temperature, and I swallow it with my mouth, kissing her like I’ve been drowning and she’s oxygen.
“Missed you so fucking much,” I growl against her lips, already dragging the jersey over her head. “Need to be inside you five minutes ago.”
She’s clinging, legs wrapped around my waist, nodding frantically. I rip her panties off, literally rip them, and drop to my knees. One slow lick up her center and she’s already dripping for me.
“Tristan—”
“Louder, baby. Let the whole neighborhood know who you belong to.”
I spread her thighs wide, hook her knees over my shoulders, and bury my face in her pussy like a starving man. She’s loud tonight, finally loud, no more hiding behind her hand, no more biting her lip until it bleeds. Every flick of my tongue makes her scream my name.
“That’s it,” I rasp, sucking her clit hard. “Let go for me. Show me how good my tongue feels in this perfect little cunt.”
She comes fast, thighs clamping my head, fingers yanking my hair, back bowing off the counter. I don’t stop. I slide two fingers inside, curl, stroke that spot that makes her sob, and keep licking until she’s shaking through a second orgasm, voice breaking on my name.
I stand, shove my sweats down, fist my cock once, twice. While I grab a condom and slide it on, she’s sprawled out, chest heaving, eyes glassy and trusting.
“Ready for me, baby?”
She nods, reaches for me. “Please.”
I’m sliding into her slow, savoring the way she stretches around me, when her phone buzzes on the counter beside us. The name LUCA flashes across the screen.
Minerva freezes, whole body locking up.
A cold bolt of fear slices right through the heat—losing her is the only thing I’m actually afraid of.
Not today, motherfucker. Not ever.
I lean over her, still buried to the hilt, and hit accept. Speaker.
“Hey, Luca,” I say, calm, deadly. “You wanted to talk to my girl?”
Minnie’s eyes go huge. She tries to push me away, panic flaring, but I band an arm under her back, hold her tight, thrust once, deep, deliberate.
She moans, loud, broken, right into the phone.
A heartbeat of silence.
“M–Minnie? Minnie? What the—what the fuck—who—you’re letting him touch you?”
His voice fractures, climbing into a pitch that doesn’t sound human.
“Put her on—put her on—I swear to Christ—”
More static. Something crashes — like he’s knocked something off a table. I don’t even break rhythm.
“She’s a little busy right now, squeezing my dick, Luca,” I growl, voice low and lethal. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“Listen to me, you motherfucker—I’ll kill you. I’ll—” He chokes on the word, fury strangling him. “—I’ll rip your fucking throat out, you got that? You think you can put your hands on my—my—”
He can’t finish it. He sputters, snarling. “Minnie, answer me!”
I smirk, pull almost all the way out, slam back in.
“Hear that?” I growl. “That wet sound? That’s her pussy taking my cock. Something you never managed, right?”
Luca shrieks.
It’s pure animal.
He gasps, the sound ragged, incoherent. “You dead man walking, you stupid puck monkey. D’you hear me? D. E. A. D. I’ll put you in the ground myself—”
He’s unraveling, tripping over his own breath. I’m surprised he can still spell.
“What’s that, Luca? You’re cutting out.”
I fuck her slow and mercilessly, narrating every second for the asshole on the other end of the line.
“Spread those pretty lips for me, baby, show him how soaked you are.”
She does, trembling fingers parting herself so I can sink deeper. I angle my hips, grind against her clit with every thrust.
“You—you think you can humiliate me?” Chaos rattles behind him—frantic pacing, something glass breaking.
“I’ll put a bullet in your skull. I’ll carve your name into your goddamn tombstone.
I’ll—Minnie, if you don’t speak right now—I swear—I swear to God—I’ll burn the whole fucking city down to get to him—"
The moment Minerva lets out a moan, his voice breaks.
“Fuck, listen to her, Luca. Hear how she’s choking on my name? That’s because I’m hitting spots you couldn’t find with a map.”
I pick up the pace, pounding into her now, counter rattling, her tits bouncing with every stroke.
“Tell him, Min,” I rasp against her ear. “Tell him who this pussy belongs to.”
“Tristan—” she sobs, coming again, clenching so hard I see stars.
“That’s right,” I snarl into the phone. “She comes for me. Over and over. Never once for you. You’re listening to the sound of her choosing me. Every. Single. Time.”
Luca’s still screaming when I flip the phone face down, mute him, and focus everything on her.
“Look at me, baby.”
Min’s beautiful, tear-streaked face turns to mine. I slow my thrusts, deep and possessive, thumb circling her clit.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, fierce and reverent. “Only mine. He can’t touch you. He can’t have you. This body, this heart, these screams, mine.”
She nods, crying harder, clinging to my shoulders as another orgasm builds.
“Come for me one more time, sweetheart. Let him hear who you belong to, and then we’re hanging up on that piece of shit forever.”
She shatters, loud, gorgeous, screaming my name until it hits the vaulted ceiling. I follow her over, burying myself deep, coming with a roar that rattles the cabinets.
I end the call without a word, toss the phone across the kitchen, and gather her trembling body against me.
“I’ve got you,” I say into her hair, kissing her tears away. “He’s gone. You’re safe. You’re loved. You’re home.”
I hold her tighter than I should. I almost tell her she’s my whole goddamn world—but saying it might break me open in a way I’m not ready for. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to. She collapses against me, shaking, laughing, crying, and I hold her like I’ll never let go.
Because I won’t.
Never again.