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Everly was mine now. Every part of her. Asleep was better than awake, at least for what I had in store for her next.
Chapter 19
Connor
Watchful eyes monitored our arrival at the rear of the warehouse. The doorman. Milling clubgoers. A number of crew members stood in clusters, their skeleton bandannas around their throats. No one said a word, perhaps recognising a man on a mission.
At the corridor that led into the basement, a group of cleaners huddled. In three days, we were running the game, and my dick thickened at the thought of watching it with Everly. She’d been turned on by the display Tabitha and her boys had put on. I wanted to feel how wet she got watching a gang of men chase down then fuck a group of willing women.
They’d fight then fuck, just like us.
Usually, I didn’t watch, but this time I’d make an exception.
Through the warehouse’s interior I strode, Everly in my arms, until we reached the main front corridor. Staff buzzed around, the thud from the busy nightclub coming from one side, and a rhythmic sound from the strip club coming fromthe other. Arran and Genevieve stood outside the management office. Manny and Mick were at the other end of the hall, by the ops centre.
I stopped. Drew my gaze around to be sure I had everyone’s attention. “Listen up,” I shouted. Then I turned us to show Everly’s face. “Mine. Do ye hear me? Fucking mine.”
Message delivered, I knuckled the button for the lift and took her up to my apartment.
Inside, I kicked the door closed and locked it behind me, moving straight to the bedroom. I’d need to make a few changes around here. Probably a new wardrobe for her, mine wasn’t big enough for all her clothes, which we’d eventually get. Whatever furniture she wanted swapped out, I’d make it happen.
“We’re home, temptress.” I kissed her forehead and dropped her bag down beside the bed, but carried her back into the dark living room and over to the big brick-arched window.
The city lights sparkled, the river gleaming in its curve past the warehouse. I almost wished she was awake to see it with me, but yesterday, she’d asked me to do something that I’d refused. A mistake.
Gently, I laid her down on the smooth oak floorboards in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights from outside highlighting her beautiful features, then I jumped up to collect a knife from the display on my wall. A Scottishskeen-doo, as I remembered my grandmother teaching me the pronunciation, though I’d never mastered the spelling.
It was a single-bladed small dagger, Damascus steel, and a multipurpose weapon which I kept more for sentimental reasons than practical. Kneeling, I took it to the hem of Everly’s ruined dress and sliced through the purple fabric, making space with my other hand underneath so I didn’t touch her skin with the sharp blade.
The two halves of the dress peeled away, revealing her gorgeous body encased in underwear, and the light gleamed over the rise of her breasts. I stopped moving, mesmerised for a moment with what I’d done, what I had, then ducked and pressed a kiss to the swell of each. Then I did the same to the scratch marks on her skin above.
Piers would suffer for what he’d put her through. Die, more than likely. Tomorrow, I’d get the full story, but for tonight, that was the last thought I was paying the man. It was all about me and Everly now.
Leaning over her, I completed the job of shredding one sleeve and then the other until the dress no longer hid her from me, then sliced through her bra straps and the central join.
Her breasts spilled free. Round, big, and perfect.
I swallowed, so fucking hard I could barely think. “New house rule. When we’re alone together in our apartment, you’re topless.”
I palmed her breast, sliding my hand around her and plumping her up. With my thumb, I brushed over her nipple, exhaling as it rose and hardened. I did the same with the other, then lowered my head to kiss the swell again, tasting her skin. I circled her nipple with my tongue and took a lazy suck.
My eyelids shuttered closed, and a groan of need came from somewhere deep inside me. As in love as we’d been, we hadn’t had the chance to explore each other’s bodies as much as either of us wanted. In the time we’d lost, we’d both changed, too. Matured. She was all woman with soft skin and plentiful curves. I was harder in all ways. A perfect match.
I curled my tongue around her taut bud and took another pull, kneading her other breast like she was my stress toy. My personal plaything.
I took my mouth to her other nipple and pushed her tits high up and together, licking her and gliding my tongue downthe valley between. Later, I’d fuck them, but I wanted her awake for that. Instead, I sucked her skin, leaving a line of marks that echoed the curves between her tits. Both sides. A record in love bites that I’d been here.
When I was done, I rested my hands on my knees and admired my handiwork. Her wet skin glistened from my attention, and though the marks were faint in the dim light, in the morning, they’d stand out.
I grazed my hands over her rib cage and onto her soft belly, mostly constrained in the tight underwear. “I fucking love your body. Every single curve is mine. Ye give me so much just by being alive. Now I’m going to see exactly how wet ye got from me playing with your tits.”
The last remaining item of clothing was a barrier between us, but two slices from my dagger split the material and removed that problem. With Everly’s head by the window, and her gorgeous hair spilling around her in gentle curls across my floor, the shadows fell over the rest of her body.
“That won’t do,” I told her.
I collected her in my arms again. Shoved the ruined clothes away and moved her so she was angled to the city view. I pulled her ankle out so her legs were wide and the gleam of her cunt was in full view.
Holy fuck.