Chapter 19 Blake
BLAKE
Pleasure ripples through her, and into me. She screams and thrashes as she comes.
“Just like that,” I tell her through gritted teeth, as I try not to follow her over. But it’s impossible.
I ram into her deep, not holding back. Taking everything I want, pulling her onto my cock, as she spasms around me.
I fuck her with all the pent-up desire of years of not knowing that I was waiting for her, but knowing something fundamental was missing in my life.
She’s soft and tight, and the sight of her face creased in pleasure as she moans and grips the pillow with her cuffed hands makes the feel of her even better.
So beautiful.
“You want me to fuck a baby into you?” Though it’s not like I’m going to stop now.
Her pussy twitches and I groan.
“Your sweet little cunt is practically begging me to fill you up.” I’m driving into her with no control. My balls have pulled up, and my cock is on the edge of exploding.
“That’s so filthy,” she whimpers.
“And you love it. My gorgeous, dirty girl. My perfect bunny who’ll give me so many babies.”
Wordless sounds of pleasure fall from her lips, and the pumping of my body into hers has a wet sound that heats her cheeks. She can’t hide how this turns her on.
“I’m going to breed you, little bunny.” I grit out the promise.
One more thrust, then another, and the ecstasy snaps.
I explode.
I bury myself balls deep in her pussy, right at her limit, and paint her insides. Over and over the orgasm washes through and out of me. Filling her up.
“Mine.” I roar the word. A claim as much as the seed I’m pouring into her. “You’re mine.”
I can’t look away from her.
Nina is my universe.
I shudder and groan as I spill.
It’s endless, and not enough. Never enough with my bunny. I will always want to be closer.
But eventually, the pulses recede, and I’m left with my fingers pressed hard into her generous thighs and my head slumped against her ankle, which is resting on my shoulder.
I’m destroyed. Wrecked.
But she remains my highest priority. Brushing my lips over her calf, I ease her leg down and then lean forwards. Still inside her, I unlock the cuffs, then pull her to lie in my arms.
“That’s it. My good girl. So sweet. Took my cock so well.” I talk nonsense. Soft words of affection and approval. She’s limp and tired, and I’m destroyed. But that doesn’t mean I can’t hold her close. I need her next to me like she’s a drug that’s only transferable with skin-to-skin contact.
I stroke her hair, and when my erection eventually softens and slips out of her, I cup her pussy and finger her gently, pushing our combined juices back into her.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re mine, now. I’m not going to let you go.” I hold her to me as I finger her with my come. I can’t help it. I don’t stop touching her, and soon she’s squirming and crying out as she comes again, and I kiss her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips.
As her skin cools, I drag the covers over us.
We nap. Or, Nina does, exhausted from orgasms. Her sleepiness makes my heart swell with satisfaction that she’s sated.
I run my hands over her naked body, possessive. She’s mine and she’s so lovely.
When she stirs, I can’t restrain my smile. “Hungry?”
She tilts her head until she can look into my eyes, and there’s a hint of uncertainty there even as she nods.
I cut up her clothes, so when she’s on her feet, she hesitates, and goes to cover herself with her hands and looks towards the door, presumably thinking of the bag she brought. Then she squeals, and clamps her legs together. “I need to—”
“Leave it,” I say roughly. “I like my come dripping down your legs, Bunny.”
She flushes scarlet.
“Put on my shirt.” Grabbing it up, I hold it out to her. It’s not quite a suggestion. “You’re mine now, and I want to see my bunny wearing my clothes.”
Confusion and perhaps concern flit across her face. “But my jeans…”
I sigh. She just doesn’t get it. Yet.
“Since you refused to bring anything with you—”
“That is not—”
“I’ll buy you something new. Or you can spend as much of my money as you like with my credit card. But for now, arms up,” I direct her.
Slowly, she obeys, and I slide my shirt over her head. It comes down to her knees, and I have to turn the cuffs up repeatedly so her hands aren’t swamped.
Some part of me relaxes, seeing her like this. Hair messy from my touch, cheeks pink, my seed between her legs, and finally—finally—in my house.
I take her little hand in my much bigger one, and lead her into the sun-filled kitchen, then lift her onto a stool to sit at the island and make her lunch.
A-kitten-has-no-name finds us, and purrs when Nina picks her up and pets her. I question Nina about what she likes to eat, and we end up with chunky slices of bread, fancy cheese, olives, and a colourful salad with lashings of dressing.
As she eats, she casts worried glances at me from under her eyelashes. I lean against the marble countertop and wait for her to tell me what’s the matter.
I’m just feeding the kitten when Nina fidgets.
“I should go,” she says, voice full of reluctance.
Ahh, this is awkward.
I’m not allowing that. She’s mine now.
“Why do you want to leave, Bunny?” I say, as gently as I can, giving the kitten a final stroke then straightening to look down at Nina. I raise one eyebrow in challenge.
“Because…” Nina swallows, and tilts her chin up. “Places to go. People to kill. You know how it is.”
The tension in my heart eases. She’s bluffing. Trying to be casual when this is anything but.
“Your job isn’t finished here, BunnytheKiller.”
She twists her fingers in my shirt. “About that. I have a small confession.”
“Good, so do I.” Perhaps I’ll tell her I’m obsessed with her. “What’s yours?”
“I’m not a hitman. Or an assassin. And before you sent me a gun, I had never even touched one.”
“I’m stunned,” I say deadpan. “Had no idea.”
A smile plays around her mouth.
“You’re a good girl to tell me.”
She presses her lips together, as though struggling. “But I still have a job.”
“About that, I have a proposition for you.” Whatever she wants to do, I will create a role for it. If it’s be my beautiful wife and have my children, all the better. I wouldn’t even worry if it were be an assassin. I could figure that out for her.
She blinks. “But I need to go home and reassure my brother that I’m not dead.”
“He doesn’t think that.”
“I’m pretty sure he’ll be worried.”
“Mmm.” He’s not who I’m concerned about right now. Why doesn’t Nina understand?
Oh fuck. Maybe I didn’t tell her the exact words.
“Don’t you want to know what my confession is?”
“Maybe?” Still so cautious.
“Bunny, I love you.”
Her mouth falls open in a perfect “o”, her eyes wide.
“This is endgame for me. You are mine, and I am going to keep you. Everything I said, I meant. I love you, I want you. I want you to get pregnant as soon as you’re happy to. I’m obsessed with you. I was from the beginning. From the first.”
Her brows pinch together. “I thought…”
“What?” I ask, with no hint of my impatience.
“Aren’t those just things men say but don’t mean?” she says timidly.
“Oh, Bunny.” I close the gap between us in quick strides.
Then I’ve lifted her, and sat her onto the countertop so we’re face to face, and she’s in my arms. She doesn’t resist, slightly leaning into me like a flower towards the sun.
“Do you remember asking me what I wanted to do? In one of our message conversations. You asked what I really wanted. And I didn’t know. ”
“Yes?” She blinks in confusion.
“I know now. It’s you. I want you. I want our family.
I want to wake up next to you in the morning, and fall asleep with you in my arms at night.
I thought I was bored of Norwood, but it wasn’t exactly that.
I still want to run Norwood, but I was looking for meaning in going after the Essex Cartel, and it was never there.
I thought work could fix the feeling of loneliness and boredom with more power or money.
But that was impossible.” I steel myself. “I didn’t have my soulmate.”
Hopefully she doesn’t think I’ve lost my mind in one of her shifter romance paperbacks.
“Blake.” With slowly dawning understanding, she brings her hands to the back of my neck, and leans into me.
“You are the half of my soul I didn’t know I was missing. I felt your absence, but I didn’t understand it. I just kept making money, and working, and searching, thinking that would make me happy. Satisfied.” I smile, half wry, half sad. “And in a way, it worked.”
“You found me,” she whispers.
“I found you, Bunny.” I cup her jaw gently. “If you think I’ll let you go now, I’m sorry to say that won’t happen. I will help you achieve everything you’ve ever dreamed of, but you’re mine. I meant it when I said that.”
“It’s okay.” She looks up into my face. “I’m yours. I love you too. It’s crazy, but I’ve fallen totally in love with you.”
For a second, I can’t quite believe it.
Then I’ve swept her into me, and I’m crushing her against my chest and whispering her name, over and over. “Nina. Nina.”
She melts into me. The perfect fit in every way.
I have zero cool. I kiss her with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever. For most people, I’m scary. But Nina always recognised something good in me, and I’m determined to be the man she deserves.
“I meant it about getting you pregnant, Bunny,” I say, in between kisses.
“Good. Because bunnies are very good at that.” There’s a smile in her voice. “And now we’ve done it, I don’t think I could live without the feel of you inside me.”
“Constantly,” I growl. “You’re going to be high with orgasms.”
“Yes, Boss,” she giggles.
“And one more thing,” I say as I carry her back to my—our—bedroom.
“Go on,” she says, face pressed to my shoulder.
“We’ll have to go to Paddington Station.”
“Oh!” She tightens her grip on me.
I tumble us back onto the bed, then tug up the shirt, making a sound of contentment as I touch her skin.
“You really did leave me something there?” she asks, finishing on a moan as my fingers slide into her folds.
“Yes,” I promise her.
An engagement ring.