“All right. I’ll call her in a few days.”
Duncan nodded. “That’s fine.” He flew up the stairs and down the hall. When he got to her room, he took a deep breath, opened the door, and closed it behind him.
The room was dim because the shades were down. He could plainly see his angel on the bed, facing away from him. He slipped off his shoes and crawled into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her.
“Hey, Angel.”
“Mmmm.” She cuddled against him.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
“Mmm, maybe as much as I love you.”
The knot in his stomach loosened. If she loved him, it would be okay.
Duncan shoved the blanket down and pulled up her dress. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down enough to get his cock out.
He pulled her panties to the side, lined his cock up to her cunt, and started to push in. She was always so hot and wet for him that he thought about her and about being in her body twenty-four hours a day.
She moaned and pushed back against him.
“You like having me in your cunt, don’t you, Angel?’
She nodded.
Finally, he got his cock inside of her and held her still.
“Will you ever run from me again?” His tone was hard and dominant.
Her body jerked. “Duncan?”
“Yes, baby. It’s your husband. No one else better ever touch what’s mine.”
“Duncan?” She sounded more awake.
“Yes, it’s me.”
She tried to push him away. “Get off of me.”
“No. That will never happen.” He pressed his hand against her stomach to hold her in place as he started to thrust into her cunt from behind.
“Go to your whore.”
He growled and grabbed her face to turn her head enough to see him. “Listen to me carefully. There has and will never be another woman in my life but you.”
“She said—”
“You’re going to fucking believe a fucking whore over your husband?” he said between his teeth.
“You’ve been gone so much.”
“Yes. I’ll tell you all of it later, but my brothers and I have been helping your mother disassemble the human trafficking your father started. We were finally done with a shipment of girls that the fuckers were trying to get out of the country.”
“Oh, God. Are they all okay?”
“I hope so. Physically, the women will heal. Emotionally, I’m not sure.”
“And the men?”