Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Perfect.
I shed the rest of my clothes, never taking my eyes off her. When I’m naked, I step between her legs again, sliding my cock through her wetness, teasing just the head of my cock at her entrance.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, voice rough.
Her gaze locks with mine, clear and certain despite the haze of pleasure. “I’m yours.” She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me closer. “I’ve always been yours.”
I thrust into her in one swift, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation. She’s tight, so fucking tight. Like her body has forgotten the shape of me.
I’ll remind it.
I set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and deep. The desk creaks beneath us. She clings to me, nails now digging into my shoulders, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly. I want to be marked by her. I want everyone to know I belong to this woman just as much as she belongs to me.
“I love you,” I growl into her neck. “I fucking love you, Moira.”
She gasps, clenching around me. “I love you too. God, Bane, I love you.”
The words send me over the edge. I come with a shout, emptying myself inside her, marking her in the most primal way possible. She follows a heartbeat later, her body arching against mine, her cunt milking every last drop from me.
We collapse together, sweat-slick and panting. I cradle her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin.
Her breath is warm against my skin and for the first time in weeks, I feel whole.
I carry her to the leather sofa in the corner, settling her in my lap. She curls against me, boneless and sated, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.
“I thought I’d never have this again,” she murmurs. “You. Us.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “There will always be us.”
She shifts, looking up at me with those eyes that have haunted my dreams. “Even with everything changing? You inheriting all this?” She gestures vaguely at the opulent room. “Me being... different now?”
I brush my thumb across her cheekbone. “The money doesn’t change anything. We’ll use it to do good. To build something better than my father ever could. And as for you being different...” I tilt her chin up, making sure she’s looking me in the eyes when I say this. “You’re still Moira. Still the woman who challenges me, who drives me fucking crazy, who makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt. The core of who you are hasn’t changed.”
She bites her lip. “But what if... what if the meds dull everything too much? What if I’m never as fun or exciting as I was before?”
The vulnerability in her voice breaks my heart. I pull her closer, cradling her face in my hands.
“You’re it for me, Moira. The beginning and the end. My fucking salvation.”
She laughs softly, the sound warming me from the inside out. “That’s blasphemous, Father.”
I grin, my hand sliding up her thigh. “Wait until you hear what else I plan to do to you tonight.”
She shivers, her body already responding to my touch. “Tell me.”
I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m going to take you to the bedroom—our bedroom—now.”
Her breath catches. “But what about… everyone downstairs?”
“I’ll tell them to text me their answer. I’ve got more important things to attend to.”
“Like what?” She arches an eyebrow sexily at me.
I tug her closer. “Like laying you out on that massive four-poster bed and fucking you in every way I’ve been dreaming about for the past six weeks.”
“That sounds... thorough.”
“Oh, it will be.” I nip at her earlobe, relishing her gasp. “By morning, there won’t be a single doubt in your mind about who you belong to.”
She tilts her head, giving me better access to her neck. “And who’s that?”
I growl against her skin. “Say it.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling just hard enough to send a spark of pleasure-pain down my spine. “You,” she breathes. “I belong to you, Bane.”
Satisfaction rumbles in my chest. I stand, lifting her effortlessly in my arms. She curls into me, trusting, yielding in a way the old Moira rarely did.
But as we reach the door, she suddenly stiffens, pulling back to meet my gaze.
“Just so we’re clear,” she says, eyes glinting with that familiar spark of defiance, “you also belong to me. And I plan to stake my claim just as thoroughly.”
I laugh, deep and genuine, feeling something tight in my chest finally release.
There she is. My Moira. Still wild. Still fierce. Still perfectly, gloriously mine.
I carry her through the door, toward our future, leaving the ghosts of the past behind us.
EPILOGUE
December, 9 Months Later
MOIRA
Domhnall’s new house is fucking ridiculous.
I mean, I’m not one to talk anymore. I’m literally staying in a castle right now. An honest-to-God British castle with towers and turrets and creepy suits of armor that I still swear move when I’m not looking.