Jeremy nearly drowned some guy for daring to touch my arse, though. I thought Creigh would help stop him, but he was picking his own fight with a man who was looking at Anni, and then he basically covered her up with a towel.
Good times.
I think Creigh is jealous of me because Adrian likes me while he’s still struggling for his approval.
“You took his precious little daughter,” Jeremy told him as he hugged me to his side. “Cecily is joining his family. It’s different.”
“I can join his family.”
“Wouldn’t work. Still different.”
That’s when it dawned on me—I’m really going to join the Volkov family. I mean, not in marriage or anything. It’s still too soon to think about that.
But as long as I’m with Jeremy, I’m part of all the security, the scary guards dressed in black—seriously, I have a deep appreciation for Ilya now—and everything in between.
I fell in love with a mafia prince.
And I’m still coming to terms with the fact that killing without remorse is part of who he is.
That, in a few years, he’ll be like his dad.
Like Ilya once told me, either I accept him the way he is, or I let him go. Since I can’t physically be without him, I’ll have to get used to this part of him.
Seriously, during Glyn’s birthday, when I looked out the window and didn’t see him lurking under the tree like the usual stalker, my heart squeezed so harshly, I thought I would certainly have an attack.
For a moment, I believed he saw me talking to Lan and went back to his earlier convictions about how I’m cheating on him, but mostly, what really hurt was thinking he’d left for good.
I was so used to him shadowing my movements, being everywhere, and even making friends with my grandfathers. No kidding. Grandpa Calvin was asking about him whenever I went to visit until I acted butt-hurt and asked who the grandchild was between us.
Point is, Jeremy was a constant, and when I lost him, just for a few minutes, I realized how futile my fight was. That it didn’t matter how scared I was of being hurt. Losing him terrified me more.
As if well aware of my phobia, Jeremy spends as much time as he possibly can with me. It helps that he has a separate house built a bit far from his parents. That way, I don’t have to worry about people hearing us when he fucks my brains out.
He's been nothing short of an insatiable beast ever since we came here together. Something about payback for all the time I didn’t let him touch his favorite thing. Me.
“Seriously, stop it.” I try and fail to wiggle free from his hold.
He just finished fucking me, and I can barely move, but his cock is hard and ready for another round.
“No can do.” Jeremy wraps his arms around me from behind, his erection poking at my arse cheeks. He nibbles on my earlobe, my throat, the side of my breast, everywhere. And I can’t help tilting my head to the side to allow him more access.
We’re standing in the middle of his house, in the living room, after he chased me from the bedroom to here.
“I’m sore.” I whimper when he bites a sensitive spot on my throat.
“I’ll take care of that, but first…” His cock nudges against my back hole.
“Didn’t you hear the part about how I’m sore?”
“Not here.” He makes shallow thrusts against my back hole, and I shiver.
“Jeremy…”
“I love it when you moan my name.” His voice roughens, his touch turns more passionate, desperate, like he can’t get inside me fast enough or own me hard enough.
“Jeremy,” I whisper and kiss his lips. “Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.”
“Fuck, Cecily. You’re going to be the death of me.”