Chapter 41 Seven
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
SEVEN
Grace drops her purse as she rushes toward me, and I have just enough time to rip off my mask before she leaps through the air, throwing her entire weight against me.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her feet hanging off the ground as she buries her face deep into the crook of my shoulder.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her aloft, using my free hand to reach up and cup the back of her neck as shuddering sobs wrack her body.
“You… I can’t believe you’re here… I thought—thought that I was going to lose you.”
“Shh. It’s okay, angel. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. Never again.” I hold her tight, pressing my lips to the top of her head. I breathe in deep, closing my eyes as Grace’s intoxicating scent fills me, completes me. “They cannot take me away from you. Nothing ever could.”
A few minutes later, Grace begins to settle, her sobs subsiding—and the fist clenching my heart loosens. “That’s it. Just breathe.”
I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. When I pull away, I find Grace gazing up with wide, red-rimmed eyes. It’s hard to believe that someone so good, so wonderful would be so broken up about my potential death—but Grace seems so utterly sincere, I can’t deny it. She cares about me.
“How did you escape?” She slides her hands up to cup my face. “I saw you in the room. Saw you die…”
My arms tighten around her. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, sweet girl. It must have been so frightening.”
She bites her lip, nodding slightly. “It was…”
I nuzzle the side of her neck as I squeeze her tight to my chest. “I’m sure you realize now, but that man wasn’t me.
It was another man serving a life sentence from the other side of the country.
Someone from the Sanctum switched our records, and while he was being brought to the chair, they slipped me out of prison. ”
Grace’s eyes widen. “But… he had your face…”
“Hair dye, contact lenses, and prosthetics.” I shake my head. “I still don’t quite know how Ghost pulled it off. It was… well, it was the type of heist you only see in movies. Except it was real.”
“A ghost? Like Casper?”
My lips tip in a wry smile. “Ghost. It’s the name of the man who saved me.” I try my best to give her a stern look. “Of course, no one would have come to help me if you hadn’t asked Viktor to help me. Which, I might add, was not what I told you to do.”
Her lips spread in a cheeky grin. “No regrets. Absolutely none.”
“Really? You don’t have any regrets?” I ask, my eyes darkening with hunger. Grace swallows hard, her pupils dilating as my hands lower to her waist. “You do realize I have to punish you, right, angel?”
She nods, biting her lip as her eyes spark with excitement. “I do…” She tilts her chin up, placing a loving kiss on my jaw. “What will you do with me, Seven?”
My chest rumbles with a growl as my fingertips dig into her skin, my cock throbbing, begging to be inside her where it belongs. “First,” I say. “I’m going to rip these fucking clothes off your beautiful body.”
I reach up, gripping the front of her blouse, tearing it off her in one powerful movement. The buttons go flying, clattering to the floor as I work her pants off, throwing them to the heap on the floor with the rest of the tattered fabric.
“Fuck,” I groan, reaching up to palm her breast. “This body… so goddamn perfect.”
I crush my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss, one hand unhooking her bra while the other snaps up, curling around her slender neck.
Pulling away, I toss the lacy bra to the side, groaning at the sight of her bare breasts.
Her nipples pebble into hardened peaks as I reach up, pinching the sensitive nub between my thumb and forefinger.
I gaze down at her full breasts, and my balls tighten as raw desire courses through my system.
“Seven…” She moans, her head tipping back as pleasure ripples through her. “Seven, please…”
With an animalistic growl, I pick her up and throw her onto the bed, positioning my body between her spread legs. I lean in, my mouth hovering just above her heated center, and my eyes roll back as I breathe in her intoxicating scent.
“Mine,” I growl, lunging forward and gripping the lacy panties with my teeth. Grace’s eyes go wide, a small gasp pouring from her swollen lips as I rear back, ripping the fabric from her body.
I gaze at her slick center, my cock throbbing at the sight of her arousal dripping down her soft skin. Going mad with desire, I lick up her center, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my senses are filled with her sweet taste.
I need more. More.
Moaning, I push my tongue deeper inside her, sweeping her walls and reveling in the taste of her intoxicating arousal.
Grace shivers, coming undone with the sheer weight of pleasure she’s experiencing.
Her back arches as a moan pushes from her swollen lips—a sound that slithers under my skin and drives me mad with desire.
I reach down, sliding my cock out of the slit in his pants, not having the patience to remove my skintight suit. This ache inside me—it’s too much and not enough all at once—and I know for certain that if I don't come in her soon, I’ll die.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, making her cry out, but just before she comes, I pull away, leaving her desperate and shivering. Grace whimpers, but it’s replaced with a heady moan as I drag the head of my cock up her center.
“Do you want my cock?” I reach down to tease her clit as my head presses against her entrance. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes!” she cries. “God, yes!”
“Then tell me who you belong to,” I rasp, getting high off the glazed look in her eyes and the desperate way she’s moving her hips. “Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”
“I’m… I’m yours.” She looks me straight in the eyes. “I’m all yours, Seven.”
I push inside her with a groan, my abdomen shuddering as I fight the urge to come right here and now. Once I’ve calmed down, I begin moving inside her—slowly, torturously, making her cry out in bliss and frustration.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her fingernails digging into his skin as I increase my pace, fucking her harder, deeper, faster. All the while, I rub her swollen little clit, dragging her to the edge of euphoria.
Grace comes, shattering around my cock with a broken cry. Her body convulses as her eyes roll to the back of her head, her expression so obscene, so raw, it makes me come undone.
“Fuck.” I slam my hips flush against hers, my cock pulsing violently, filling her with hot ropes of cum. “Fuuuck.”
Several minutes later, my head falls forward, and I press my face into the side of her neck, kissing her sweat-slicked skin as my cock begins softening inside her. “God, you’re so beautiful. A wonderful little angel, all for me.”
My cock tries to slip out of her, but I shove my hips forward, ensuring my entire length stays firmly seated in its home. Pressing up slightly, my eyes roam over Grace’s face, raking in every inch of her stunning, flushed face.
I drag my hand down to her stomach, imagining it swelling with my seed, and at the mere thought, my cock twitches, coming back to life.
Grace’s eyes widen, her swollen lips parting in shock. “Are you…?”
“Always hard for you? Yes.” Gripping her hips, I roll to my back, taking her with me so she ends up straddling my hips. She rocks back, letting out a heated gasp as she feels my cock growing inside her, pressing deeper than it’s ever been before.
“I’m yours to use,” I say, my voice hoarse. “So use me.”
Grace presses her hands against my chest, using me for support as she rocks her hips, fucking her pretty, dripping pussy with my cock. “That’s it,” I rasp, fingers digging into her hips, right above the tattoo branding her as mine. “Fuck, you feel amazing. So fucking made for me.”
She moves faster, and I reach down, teasing her clit just the way she likes.
With my other hand, I reach up to her breast, pinching her nipple roughly, making her cry out in bliss.
Her hips rock once, twice more, and Grace’s walls clench around me, her head falling back as she comes with a shattered scream.
I thrust upward, shoving my cock to the back of her walls as I follow her into oblivion, the corners of my vision darkening as I come deep inside Grace’s womb.
“Fuck,” I groan, my body rippling in the aftermath. “Fuck. You take my come so well, sweet girl. So beautifully. So perfectly.”
Spent and dripping with my seed, Grace slumps off my cock with a wet pop, falling sideways onto the mattress next to me. I reach out, pulling her impossibly closer, and she snuggles deep against my side, humming a beautiful, satisfied note.
I brush my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and playing with the silky dark strands—reveling in her beauty, the gift she’s given me.
“I love you, Grace,” I say. “I love you, and I always, always will.”
She hums, pressing a tender kiss to my chest. Just before she drifts off to sleep, I swear she mumbles it back, but before I can check, her eyes close, and Grace falls into a deep slumber.
I’d like nothing more than to lie here all night with Grace in my arms. As much as I want to stay right where we are, we’re not safe here.
Before I relax, before I let myself enjoy Grace fully, there’s still something I have to do.
Something to make sure no one takes my angel away from me ever again.
I lie in bed for at least a half hour, listening to Grace’s breathing, ensuring she’s sound asleep before I extract my body from her side.
Once out of bed, I move to the corner where I stashed my duffel bag, pulling out a thick strand of rope before going back to Grace’s side.
Carefully, gently, I begin binding Grace’s ankles and wrists, ensuring it's tight enough to hold her but not enough so it’ll injure her sensitive skin.
Once she’s tied, I lay a blanket over her body and carefully pick her off the bed, holding her limp body tight to my chest. After checking that she’s still asleep, I carry her out of the apartment and downstairs to where my van is waiting.
I place her in the front seat, strapping her in tight so she’ll be safe on the drive. Satisfied with my work, I lean down, peppering Grace’s face with kisses to wake her.
After a couple of seconds, her eyes open, and a sleepy little smile plays at the corner of her mouth. At least, it is until she notices the restraints.
“What’s going on? What are you doing, Seven?”
I just grin. “Taking you somewhere no one can ever pull us apart. Ever. Again.”