Fantasy in Lingerie (Lingerie 6) - Page 17

“Tell me you’re mine.” He pulled his face away so he could look me in the eye. His face was so furious, furious at listening to me speak to him that way. His blue eyes seemed gray because they lost their beauty. Full of rage and aggression, he took on a different appearance.

I defied him, refusing to say the words he wanted to hear. My nails dug into him harder, and I enjoyed how big his cock felt inside me, how much it stretched me. He fucked me better than any other man had fucked me, did it with such possessiveness and rawness. Even if I survived this, I would never find a man who could replace him. I’d still touch myself to his memory, even years down the line. But I wouldn’t say those words out loud.

He stopped thrusting, letting his big cock sit inside me. He breathed in my face, taking away the pleasure he just gave me. “Say it.”

I didn’t want to say it. I refused to say it.

He started to move slowly, giving me his big dick before pulling out again. He kissed me, giving me his tongue and his passion. He made me feel so good, even at a slow pace. Then he stopped again, taking away the pleasure between my legs. “Say it.”

My head was in the clouds, and now all I cared about was the pleasure between my legs. I said what I didn’t want to say. And it hurt because I knew it was true. I’d been his for over two months, and I would always be his. “I’m yours.”

He didn’t smile in arrogance, but his eyes darkened in approval. He fucked me hard once more, rewarding me for my obedience. He gave it to me good, making me moan and claw at his back. I could feel the orgasm approaching, feeling my pussy tightening.

And then it hit me like a freight train, so powerful that it was unexpected. I bit his shoulder as I came all over his dick, enjoying the powerful climax that he gave me with such ease. He’d been fucking me for so long that he knew exactly how to make me come, and how to do it so easily.

The shame rushed through me, but it didn’t compare to the pleasure.

He looked into my eyes, the arrogance in full force. “That’s what I thought.”

I watched TV in bed and waited for him to join me after he finished in his office.

But he never came.

I should just go to sleep, but it was difficult to get comfortable without him. Now I needed his hard chest, his warmth, and his beating heart as a lullaby. I left the bedroom and went to his office in search of him, wearing his t-shirt.

He wasn’t there.

I walked into the living room and found him sitting on the couch, loading his pistol with a black leather bag on the table.

So he was really doing it.

I stopped next to the couch, my arms across my chest. “You’re really doing this?”

He cocked the gun. “Yes.” He clicked the safety then set it on the table. “I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

“And what if you don’t come back?”

He lifted his gaze to look at me. “I will.”

“You shouldn’t be so arrogant all the time. Arrogance leads to mistakes.”

“I don’t make mistakes. And that’s why I’m arrogant.”

I shouldn’t bother with this conversation because I didn’t care anyway. “Whatever. Good luck.” I sat on the other couch, my arms still crossed over my chest.

He stood up and placed his pistol in the holster. Then he pulled the strap over his shoulder.

I had a bad feeling about tonight that I couldn’t explain. When he left on his other missions, I was never worried about him coming back. But since this was personal, I was afraid it would cloud his judgment and make him do something stupid.

He stared down at me, his broad shoulders thick in the black jacket he wore. “What is it?”

I stood up, keeping my arms tight around his body. “Let it go, Bones. Just—”

“No.” He walked to the elevator, dismissing the conversation.

I stared at his back, my heart moving into my throat.

He hit the button and waited for the doors to open. They came apart, but instead of stepping to leave, he turned back around and stared at me. He looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, but they weren’t so pretty when they were filled with such hatred.

I didn’t want to say goodbye to him. If he died, it would make my life easier. Maybe Joe would do the dirty work for me. But I was lying to myself. If Bones died trying to avenge his mother, I wouldn’t sweep it under the rug. I wouldn’t return to my apartment like nothing happened.

It would hurt.

I crossed the distance between us and stopped in front of him, my heart racing in my chest. I didn’t lower my arms because I didn’t want to welcome him into my body. But I was already standing there, giving myself to him. I lifted my chin and looked him in the eye. “You promised me you wouldn’t leave me…”

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