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Before I even realized what he was doing, Darren had me on my back. He stood over me, fucking me with such force that if he hadn’t been holding my hips, I would have been on the other side of the bed on the floor by now. But fuck if I didn’t feel absolutely amazing.
Gripping the sheets beneath me, I kept my legs wrapped around Darren’s waist, feeling the rush again as the pain from his thrusts collided with my pleasure, and I screamed out as an agonizingly amazing second orgasm hit me. As my core violently contracted, it gave Darren the final push he needed to fall over the edge with me, his groans and animalistic growls penetrating my ears as he finished inside me. Collapsing on top of me, Darren’s mouth rested against my ear as he held the bulk of his weight up to avoid crushing me. He was breathing heavily, enough to cause me to smirk inside. I always gave him a run for his money.
Before he was even relaxed, Darren crooked a finger under my collar and yanked me toward him.
“You are so. Fucking. Mine,” he growled, and a knot suddenly formed in my stomach. His dark words of possession always scared me a little on the inside. Sealing his words with a rough kiss, Darren lifted himself from me and picked up his pants from the floor.
“So much for experimenting,” I murmured, sitting up.
Darren gave me an odd look before gracing me with that sexy grin. “I didn’t stop now did I?”
“Pft, like you’d ever stop on my accord.”
Darren chuckled at me as he zipped his pants up. “You’re right. You’re too goddamn gorgeous for me to ever stop.”
I shrugged. “It’s a curse.”
On a grin, Darren finished getting dressed, gathering his ripped clothing before leaning over my still naked and flushed body for a long goodbye kiss.
“I’ll arrange for us to leave in a week. Right now, I have too much shit to do,” he said getting up to leave. “I expect you to be asleep in my bed in less than twenty minutes. Understand?”
“Yes, Darren,” I answered, trying to hide the annoyance in my voice and nearly failing.
“Good girl,” he said and then shut the door behind him.
Once he was gone, I stood up and stretched my body, hoping to loosen my limbs a little from the strain they’d just experienced. I then cleaned myself up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into a little silk nightie before knocking on my bedroom door. Blondie answered, only cracking the door enough for me to see his face.
“I’m ready to go up to Darren’s room now.”
Blondie nodded, opening the door further so I could slip through. My bare feet padded against the wooden floors as we walked through the halls and up the carpeted stairs to Darren’s room. Exhaustion hit me the moment my head hit the pillow, and I was out like a light.
* * *
Two hours later, I walked through my bedroom door, exhausted as fuck, but everything I had just been dealing with instantly melted away the moment I saw Jaden curled up in my bed. Her glossy red hair was splayed out all around her head while she hugged the pillow to her chest. God, she was so fucking beautiful and so fucking mine.
Stripping out of my clothes, I pulled the sheets down to get in beside her only to find she was still in her little nightie. Clenching my jaw, I furrowed my brows in irritation. Jaden knew better than this.
As carefully as I could, I pulled the nightie up her body, peeling it over her head before she finally woke, allowing me to remove the damn thing fully.
“What are you…” she said sleepily, but I just shh’d her.
“You know the rules,” I said, tugging her thong down her legs.
“My bad.” She yawned, closing her eyes.
When she was as she should be, fully naked, I pulled her small body onto my chest and eased into a comfortable position, pulling the sheet over her shoulders. Wrapping my arms around her soft skin, Jaden settled into me quickly without protest, her cheek resting on my shoulder while her tiny hand flattened on my chest. Placing my hand over hers, I focused on obtaining that inner peace that she brought me when she was quiet and cute like this. It was moments like these that I craved—moments when my world finally came to a standstill because Jaden’s slow rhythmic breathing was the only thing that had my attention. Moments when I was deep inside her, and she was screaming my name while she erupted around me, and I could get lost in all her pleasure. Moments when I could burn myself in the hateful fire of her amber eyes and relish in the pain. Because it was her. Because she was mine. And no one would jeopardize that. Ever. Anyone who tried to stand between her and me would meet an end so brutal it would take days to clean up.
And I could feel that jeopardy rising. I still hadn’t located my snitch, and it was aggravating the shit out of me. Another warehouse had been hit, and the moment I found the little fucker, I was going to tear him apart. Slowly. I knew it wasn’t Weldimer or his little gang. I hadn’t heard a peep from those fucks, and according to Ronald, the transaction had gone through very smoothly. This warehouse was in Chicago, and though the attackers were easily killed, they left no indication of who they worked for. The protocol was to keep one of them alive for questioning, and obviously, that hadn’t happened, so there was no one to retaliate against. I had no leads. Nothing. Their guns had been purchased illegally with no serial number for tracking. No wallets, no form of identification, not even a single tattoo to reveal their loyalties.
Scouts had already been planted among my ranks and all over my warehouses to sniff out the little fuck divulging information that didn’t belong to them. Sooner or later, I always found them. It wasn’t the first time someone thought it was a good idea to betray me, but I’d make damn sure it was the last.
Jaden released a quiet sleepy moan, her eyes wincing as she fidgeted. Bringing me back to reality, I realized I had been squeezing her hand a little too tightly. Instantly loosening my grip, Jaden relaxed against me, exhaling deeply through her nose as she settled once again. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the silky strands between my fingers and appreciating how beautiful her angelic face was when she slept.
Closing my eyes, I eased myself back into the pillows and allowed myself to bask in the comfort of knowing Jaden was safe and peacefully asleep in my arms. Sometimes, it was the littlest of things that allowed me to sleep at night. Jaden was one of them.
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