Chapter 42 Grace
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
GRACE
I sit in the passenger seat, staring hard at Seven’s profile. My hands and feet are still bound, but that’s not the most pressing thing on my mind. I still have no idea where the hell he’s taking me.
I’ve tried asking him, but all he said was, “Mystery keeps the relationship alive,” and he turned the radio up. It was tuned to my favorite song, though, so I couldn't be that mad about it.
“Are we almost there?” I ask. “My butt hurts.”
We’ve been driving through the wilderness for what seems like an hour. The terrain has been so rough and bumpy, I’m surprised the wheels on the van haven’t fallen off. Though I have a feeling Seven would keep going even if they did.
“Almost,” he promises. “Just a little longer, angel.”
We sit in comfortable silence, and four songs later, Seven stops the van.
I look out the window, noting that we’re in a clearing in the woods.
We’re parked in front of a one-story cabin-style house, and though it’s in the middle of nowhere, it seems to have been renovated quite recently.
The perimeter of the house is ringed with bright yellow roses—my favorite—and tears well in my eyes.
“What is this place?” I ask.
“Our new home.” Seven turns his head, his gaze wide and vulnerable.
“If you meant what you said—if you want to stay… This is where we’ll live.
No one knows this place is here—no one except Viktor and Ghost. We’ll be safe here.
We can be happy.” His voice cracks on the last word, and he reaches out, cupping my face in his calloused palm.
“Say you’ll be happy with me, Grace. Say you’ll be mine. ”
“I already am.”
I lean in to meet his kiss, and it’s tender and sweet—all the things Seven is not—but it’s wonderful all the same.
He pulls away, an excited spark in his dark eyes that wasn’t there before. Before I have a chance to ask why, he slides out of the car and grabs me out of the passenger seat, carrying me up the steps of the house bridal-style.
Seven opens the door and steps inside, giving me less than a second to look at the furnished interior before he crashes his lips to mine in another bruising kiss. Still kissing me, he moves us into the bedroom, then throws me onto the bed.
“You realize we have to christen our new house, right?” His voice is a sinful rumble as he crawls on top of me. “Which hole does my angel want filled?”
“All of them.” My lips tip into a seductive grin.
“You’re going to kill me one of these days.” He leans down to nip at my bottom lip. “But first, I’m going to breed you. Get you nice and full of cum.” He brushes his lips against mine, and my body shudders in anticipation. “How does that sound?”
I nod, at a loss for words, so desperate for him, I can’t think straight. He chuckles darkly, flipping me onto my stomach, my bound hands held high above my head. He straddles my thighs, his rough hands palming my ass, spreading me open for him.
“God,” he groans, running a finger up my slicked center. “Always so wet and needy for my cock. Always so ready.”
I turn my head, watching as Seven pulls out his cock, fisting the hard length and giving it a rough stroke. With a mad gleam in his eyes, he drags the head up my center, then presses forward, stretching me apart as he fills me with his hard length.
“Fuck!” My eyes roll back as he presses to the deepest part of me.
His hand trails down my spine, the other gripping the hair at the base of my neck and pulling hard, forcing me to arch my back, to take him deeper.
“That’s it,” he groans, fucking me savagely. “Come for me.”
My muscles clench, and I shatter around him, my body responding to his command, exploding with pleasure that has stars sparking behind my eyes.
Seven grips my hips as he increases his pace, drawing out my bliss. He thrusts once, twice more, and his head falls back with a roar that shakes the walls of the cabin. His grips tightens, fingertips digging into the tattoo on my hip as he comes deep inside me—claiming me as his.
Utterly spent, I relax into the mattress, vaguely aware of Seven’s hands on my body, rubbing loving circles into my skin.
His fingers work carefully to untie the knots holding my wrists and ankles in place, and once I’m free, he pulls me into his lap, holding me close as he peppers my face with kisses.
“My beautiful, wonderful angel,” he whispers, massaging the raw flesh along my wrists. “You’re so good. So mine.”
“I’m yours.” I gaze up at him with a sleepy smile. “All yours, Seven.”
With a rare smile, Seven repositions us, his large body curled protectively around mine. He holds me in bed, running his hands over my body, worshipping me, loving me.
For the first time in my life, I’m truly happy. Seven is alive, we’re safe, and we can be together without fear. There’s just one thing.
“Seven?”
“Yes, Grace?”
I turn my head, looking deep into his eyes as I whisper, “I love you.”
Seven’s eyes brighten, and he crashes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss, the world falling away as I give in completely, losing myself to the pleasure and heat coursing through my system. I’ve finally given in to Seven, and, God, does it feel good.
“I love you, angel.” His eyes are filled with such a wealth of emotion that it takes my breath away. “You’ve given me everything. You’ve given me you.”
I smile, leaning down to his ear to whisper, “There’s one more thing I could give you. Maybe even a few…”
He flips me on my back, his hand covering my stomach as his eyes spark with a manic gleam. “Really?”
“Really,” I say.
His cock throbs, pressing against my center. “I want all the children you want to give me. As many, or as few as you want. But I’m really hoping it’s the first one.”
I laugh, throwing my arms around Seven’s neck and holding my close, listening to the erratic beating of his heart. And I know at that moment, it’s all for me.
It’s everything I never knew I needed.