Chapter 52
Kennedy
Three months later …
“You really can see my apartment from here,” I marvel as I stare out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Dae’s condo. I turn to face him with my arms folded. “And you didn’t want the penthouse?”
He shrugs, slides his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, and answers, “The penthouse wouldn’t allow me to watch you from here.”
I shake my head and turn back to look out of his window. You can’t completely see into my apartment from here. The window blinds prevent anyone from seeing directly inside. But I can see how my shadow could be watched as I sat in what used to be my favorite spot in my home.
Since officially moving in with Dae two months ago, the office and reading nook in the house he built are now my favorite places.
A lot has happened in the past three months. Sebastian Blackmon went on the run for a while, but he was found and now faces charges ranging from kidnapping and child endangerment to tax fraud.
All of his restaurants have been closed down.
I’ve started a separate investigation into the cult-like behavior within the church he used to run his child labor ring.
Through The Regal’s podcasting division, I’ve partnered with a fellow reporter to do a ten-part podcast series on the church. Almost weekly, new victims come forward with allegations of everything from physical abuse to money laundering by the church’s leaders.
But I don’t think about my investigation as the window glass goes from transparent to opaque.
“Mmm,” I moan when Dae comes up behind me, his hands reaching underneath my dress and sliding up until it bunches around my waist.
His fingers pause when they reach the lace panties I have on. He grunts in my ear. “Since when do you wear panties around me?”
I roll my eyes at him over my shoulder. “Since we’re leaving in ten minutes to have dinner with my parents,” I remind him.
My protest breaks off into a moan when Dae slides a finger into my pussy.
“Dae,” I whisper-pant. “We have to leave soon.”
“We can be late,” he counters, then kisses that spot on my neck that he loves to tease.
My pulse speeds up.
“Don’t rip …” I trail off as the sound of my lace panties being torn to shreds sounds in the air. I want to curse him but, in all honesty, I knew it would happen. This pair will be added to his handkerchief collection.
“Hands on the glass,” he orders. At the same time, he unfolds my arms and places my palms against the glass window.
He drops to his knees behind me.
I shake my head.
“Dae, baby, we don’t have time for that. Just fuck me.” Desperation leaks from my tone the same way my moisture leaks from my pussy. “Ah!” I gasp when he smacks my ass.
“There’s always time for me to taste your pussy,” he growls right before his hot mouth covers my clit.
My back arches instantly, granting him better access to the part of my body he owns. Like always, he eats my pussy like it was made for him.
I’m coming before I know it. Dae’s tongue plays with my clit throughout my orgasm. Then he rises to his feet, and he’s fucking me before I can catch my breath.
He’s not gentle.
He says something in my ear, but I can’t understand him because he’s reverted to speaking Korean.
“Dae,” I pant. “I can’t … I can’t understand you again.”
“Say my name, little warrior,” he orders before biting my earlobe.
My pussy muscles clench at the nickname he’s given me.
“Fuck,” he groans as he slowly drags his cock in and out of me.
“Dae,” I moan. “Please,” I beg.
“Tell me you love me.” His hands tighten on my waist. He’s likely going to leave marks on my skin.
“I love you.”
As soon as I say the words, he wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me up to stand, my back against his chest. He tilts my head so that his lips capture mine.
“I love you,” he mumbles in Korean and English before devouring my lips again.
We come together, both of our bodies trembling and spent.
“I need a shower,” I say, pushing away from him.
“We’re going to be late.”
I glare at him. “Whose fault is that?”
“Yours.” He takes a step toward me. “Let me wash your hair.”
“No.” I hold up both hands, but that doesn’t stop him. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me in for another kiss.
“I need to give you something,” he says against my lips.
“Didn’t you just give me something?”
He chuckles. “That was just the precursor for after dinner.”
I moan. “You’re insatiable.”
He kisses my neck. “For you? Always.”
He steps back and slides his hand into his pocket, then drops to his knee.
“I wanted to do this before we met with your family tonight,” he says, pulling out a black ring box and opening it. “But you look so good in that dress that I lost track of my intentions.”
He holds the ring box out, showcasing the gorgeous heart-shaped red garnet gem set in a rose gold band accented by white diamonds.
“Garnet represents strength and courage. It’s known as the warrior stone. The perfect ring for my little warrior,” he explains.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It’ll look even more beautiful on your left ring finger. Kennedy Townsend, will you marry me?”
I swallow and nod because I can’t push the words past the lump in my throat. When Dae slides the ring onto my finger, I release the breath I’m holding.
He rises to his feet, cups my face, and says, “Thank you for saving me that day in the alley. Thank you for being my little warrior when I’d given up on myself. And thank you for forgiving me.”
I cup his face as he rises to his feet. “You saved me, too,” I remind him as I pull him in for another kiss.