“Leave us,” Cameron said to Damien, and also to the driver, who I hadn’t noticed get out of the car until now. When it was just Cameron and me, the familiar heat I felt with Cameron filled me. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice smooth yet hard. I moved toward him, and once I was close enough he could reach out and touch me, he did just that. I was in Cameron’s arms seconds later, the heels I wore not even having me come up to his chin. He was strong where I was fragile. He was masculine where I was feminine.
He was the vast openness where I was the darkness. He swallowed me whole without even trying, without even needing to.
“I’ve rented out the theater. It’ll be us. Only us.”
“Just the way you like it,” I said and tipped my head back to look at him. He didn’t smile, didn’t really show me any emotion, but he didn’t need to. The way he looked at me, that possession in his eyes, told me all I needed to know. I was his world.
“I like to keep you all to myself. Always.” He held me tighter. Cameron would never be called sweet or gentle, not in the traditional sense. But that’s not why I loved him, not why I came back and stayed with him. I did so because he gave me what I needed, craved.
And I gave him what he needed.
Before Cameron I was a bird with clipped wings, living in a rusted cage, the door locked, the key thrown away. But now I flew high, experienced the world, let my wings spread out, and the wind rush over me.
“What do you see when you look at me?” I asked, staring into his eyes, seeing that darkness focused on me. With his hands on my face, his body pressed tightly to mine, I felt like I’d never fall.
“Vastness,” he said softly. “You're my ocean, Sofia. I can't see anything else but you.”
BONUS EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER: CAMERON
For two years I’d kept Sofia as mine, made sure she was protected, the darkness I harbored inside making sure she was safe. The sweet sounds coming from the other room had me moving closer, my heart racing, my thoughts turbulent.
The type of man I was—am—ensured that I never saw myself having a woman, a wife or mother of my child. But over the last couple of years I’d gotten all of that and more. I was still a hardcore motherfucker, dealt with illegal holdings, made sure that anyone who thought to cross me knew exactly the wrath I’d inflict on them.
But with Sofia and the innocent child she’d given me, I thought I would have softened, bended to the life that a motherfucker like me didn’t deserve to have.
But I had become even more ruthless, even more dangerous. They were my life, and keeping them safe and happy was my priority.
I stopped in the doorway of the nursery, the baby pink and white décor so soft and unlike the possessions I had in this home. It was the one ray of light in this barren structure, save for the woman who held my heart above all others. I could see the lights shining outside, the bodyguards patrolling the grounds. They were here twenty-four-seven, always ensuring no one came onto the property.
I turned my attention back to Sofia, who held our three-month-old daughter. For long minutes, all I did was watch them, knowing that even a bastard like me could be granted the gift of happiness. Sofia hummed to Sasha, and after a few seconds our daughter started to sleep. She held the baby for long minutes after that, running her fingers through the thick tuft of dark hair atop her head, down the bridge of her tiny nose, and tracing her little pink lips.
I stood there until Sofia put the baby down in the crib, stared down at the little person we’d created, and finally turned toward me. She seemed surprised to see me standing there, but the smile she gave me lit up the entire fucking room.
“Come here,” I said softly, but the harshness in my voice was clear. I was hard for my woman, and even though I should have turned away and let her be, let her body heal from the last raw, hard fucking I’d given her just the night before, I needed her now.
She came to me instantly and I held her close, my hand on the roundness of her ass, my other palm cupping the back of her head. I kept her close as I stared at the crib where our child slept.
Sasha hadn’t been planned, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t a blessing or wanted. I couldn’t even picture my darkened, hardened life without her in it. Before my daughter was born, Sofia was what made my world bright. Now that the baby was here it was both of my girls that made me want to be a better man, even if I never would be.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet, intoxicating scent of Sofia. My dick got hard, digging into her belly, demanding to be buried deep in her pretty, tight cunt.
“I want you,” she said and pulled back to look up into my face.
I ground my cock into her belly, loving the little sound she made. We left the nursery and went into our bedroom. She moved over to the bed, stripped without me prompting her, and stood there waiting for me to devour her.
I let my gaze slide down her body, loving the curves she’d gotten after giving birth. She was gorgeous and mine, and my handprints would look beautiful on her pale flesh. I kept moving my gaze down until I reached her pussy, free of any hair, shaved because I wanted her smooth for when I had my mouth on her.
Sofia was mine, and every part of her body belonged to me. I showed her every day how true that was, and would never stop showing her until I took my last breath.
Her breathing was changing slightly, increasing, becoming harder, faster with her arousal. Her breasts rose and fell, her nipples hard, the tips a dusky rose.
“How wet are you for me?” I said on a low, deep voice, and felt my own desire rising higher.
“So wet.”
“Then get on the bed and spread wide for me, show me how primed you are for my cock.”
She got on the bed, her feet flat on the mattress, her pussy on clear display. I got undressed and immediately grabbed my cock. I stroked myself from root to tip, felt the pre-cum start to form, and used it for lubrication. I moved closer to her and stopped when I reached the edge of the bed. For long seconds all I did was stare at her as I masturbated, gave her a little show so she could see exactly how worked up I was, how much I wanted her.
Her cunt was red and swollen, and so fucking wet for me. My dick would slide right in, spread her wide, stretch her good. “Spread your legs even wider for me, Sofia.”
She made a small noise, and my dick hardened even more. I didn’t bother stopping myself from getting on my knees between her splayed thighs and slipping my fingers through her folds, coating the digits with her cream. I then lifted them to my mouth and sucked them clean as she watched me. I was starved for her in every way imaginable. And then I had my face buried between her legs. I licked and sucked, swallowed her arousal, and growled for more. The moans that came from her fueled my dark desire.
I forced
myself to pull away from her pretty pussy, but had a finger lodged in her tight, wet and hot body a second later. I pumped that finger in and out of her and then added another one. I scissored the digits, stretching her good and hard, and she moaned for me, squirming under my touch.
I needed this, needed her in all ways.
“You’re mine.” I couldn’t control myself any longer. I removed my fingers from her body, took her chin in a firm hold, and kissed her hard, making her taste herself on my lips and tongue.
“I need you now,” she begged, pleading for more.
She was mine, and I might own her body, but she owned every single fucking part of me. I positioned myself so my cockhead was at her pussy hole and slid in without waiting. I had a firm hold on her waist, and knew I would leave bruises on her creamy flesh. But I needed to see those marks.
The feeling of pushing into her, feeling her clench around my cock and her moaning out my name, nearly had me coming right then and there. My balls drew up tight from my release rising to the surface. “Give it all to me.”
She mewled from the pleasure. The air left me harshly when she squeezed her pussy muscles around me.
“You feel so fucking good.” I moved in and out of her hard and fiercely, picking up my pace, slamming my hips against hers. I leaned back and watched as my cock tunneled in and out of her slick, soaked pussy.
I was going to come, but first I wanted her getting off. I started pumping in and out of her faster, and moved my hand between us, rubbing my thumb along her clit. “Come for me, Sofia.” And then I felt the first ripple of her orgasm move along my shaft.
“Oh. God, yes,” she cried out long and hard.
This was what I wanted, her sweet surrender. And as she came for me I let myself go over the edge right along with her. The groan that came from me was harsh, guttural. I filled her up, marking her and claiming every fucking part of her. Only when my pleasure dimmed did I pull out of her and collapse on the bed beside her.
Sofia breathed out heavily and I pulled her close to me, our bodies sweaty, sated.