After an hour or two had passed and she stirred, she peered up at me. “I have to get home. My cat’s probably scared and starving.”
“Bug is fine.” I cut her off. “She’s at your parents’ house. Does she always look at everyone like we’re stupid?”
Izzy snickered. “Yes.”
I readjusted my damn trousers because staring at her smiling, breathing her in, feeling her pussy so damn close, proved I couldn’t resist her even in the worst of times.
When her hips rolled into me, though, I growled. I met her gaze and found her biting her lip. “Izzy, don’t fuck with me right now.”
“I could have died, Cade. And if I’m starting over, maybe I’m not going to bury this feeling. Maybe I need to accept what I want right here and now.”
“You want this?” I narrowed my eyes, trying to make sure she could handle it. “Now? Because I’m still on edge, Izzy. Someone fucked with what was mine.”
“Show me I’m yours, then,” she said, her gaze unwavering as she leaned to press the partition button on the door.
I didn’t even wait for it to be all the way up. I couldn’t. I grabbed some of her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck. I licked and bit every part of it before making my way to her mouth. I tasted the blood on her lips still, and my dick got harder as she ground her pussy there, riding my lap like her control was about to snap. “This is never going to happen again, Izzy. You’re my Untouchable, and I’ll destroy the world before they come near you again.”
She whisperedokayover and over, but I was going to make her see. I spun her around so she was sitting on the seat, and I kneeled before her.
“Do you see me on my knees before you, dollface?” I rubbed my fingers over her and then I took my blade from my trousers. Opening it so that it pointed my way, I offered her the handle. “Hold it.”
The dried blood there was another symbol of what we’d done, what we were, and what I’d do for her. She held it out to me, pointed at my heart, and then I guided her closed fist and the handle to her pussy. I pressed it against her opening.
“Do you see my life in your hands?” I whispered. “Do you want to take it, knowing I put yours at risk?”
She shook her head, and her eyes sparkled. “I can’t take your life, Cade. Not when you gave me back mine.”
She couldn’t mean that. “I put you in danger.”
“The only danger was because of them. And now I’m only in danger of myself.” She said it softly, and I knew she didn’t want to admit it, maybe didn’t even want me to hear it.
“Dollface,” I tightened her grip on the handle. “Do you feel that? The power you hold in your hands? In your soul?”
No woman would ever have me in her grasp the way she did. Tears formed in her eyes, and it felt like my damn heart broke when she said, “What if I can’t be powerful enough, Cade? What if what they’ve done makes me relapse?”
I encircled her hand and moved the weapon’s handle against her. She whimpered as I pushed my chest into the pointed tip until I felt the prick and blood started to bleed through my shirt. I grabbed her jaw with my other hand. “Watch how we work, Izzy. You see us together here, holding this. It’s me making you feel everything, protecting you from the other side of destruction, and you holding my life in your hands. Me and you. We work.”
She was panting, riding the handle, and losing herself in it until she was wet enough for me to know she was ready for me. I turned the blade and slid it between her pussy and the shorts to cut them, then up the side so that they fell, tattered to the floor. Then I pocketed the knife so I could have my way with drinking her in.
“Ride my face, baby. And don’t stop until I tell you to.” I grabbed her neck, needing to own her, needing to feel the control of her life in my hands again.
I cut off her oxygen, and her pussy gushed as though she needed it just as bad. She clawed at my head, at my back, and wrapped her legs around me. I clenched that neck harder, and she pulled me even closer, like she wanted me to take her life, like I was the only one who deserved it.
When she came on my tongue, I just barely remembered to release my hold from her so she could gasp in air. I saw how the marks left would bruise, and I was ashamed to find I wanted to put more there. I unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock from them.
She spread her legs, holding my gaze, and murmured, “Fuck me hard, Cade. Make me feel alive.”
Her words caused something to break in me. I’d almost lost her, and it’d been my fault. I was supposed to be watching her every move. I was supposed to keep her safe, and she was only supposed to be in danger with me. Instead, my name, the company that I’d assigned her to, and the project I’d had her work on had almost taken her from me.
I thrust into her over and over again and emptied my seed inside her, hoping it’d never leave her body.
When we pulled up to my apartment, I tucked my suit jacket around her and swept her up like a baby to carry her into the building. Once we were inside, she walked around and took in the lack of decoration and interior design. It was an expensive place in a high-rise near Stonewood Enterprises with floor-to-ceiling windows onto the city. I didn’t turn on the lights; I let the moonlight fall on us instead. Her in those damn T-shirts with my windows as her backdrop was all I needed to see for the rest of my life, anyway.
“Do I get a tour?” she asked softly as she dragged a hand over the island counter. Then she saw the roses on it. “Someone get those for you?”
“I’ve had them delivered daily since the cabin. I needed a reminder of you.”
She hummed but didn’t say much else.