“I know, baby. Just…” I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply before slowly releasing it. “Just give me a little time to get a hold on what I’m feeling right now. I might be a little overbearing for a while. Don’t hold that against me.”
She pushed on my chest until I pulled back enough for us to lock eyes. “I’m okay with you being overbearing. I’m even okay with you keeping me locked up in this apartment for a few days. But what I’ll never be okay with is you not kissing me.”
I stroked my thumb over her bottom lip. “Once I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop, and you need to rest.”
“No,” she growled, and the sound was so sexy, my cock nearly broke through the seam of my slacks. “What I need is for my man to fuck me until neither one of us can keep our eyes open.”
“Baby, let me get you clean first.” I lifted her and carried her into the shower.
Washing her from head to toe without pushing her up against the wall of the stall and fucking her until she couldn’t remember anything but me took a willpower I didn’t even know I possessed. It was even harder when she pouted up at me, whining for a kiss.
Once we were both clean, I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist before grabbing another to dry her with. When she was no longer dripping, I carried her to our bed and placed her carefully in the center. “Are you hungry?” It was getting late, and we hadn’t eaten anything all evening.
“Yes,” she snapped and grabbed hold of my towel. It disappeared over her shoulder, and then she was pulling me down onto the bed beside her.
“I need to feed you,” I tried to argue. I needed her so fucking badly, but if I touched her at that moment, kissed her as she was begging for, I knew I would lose control.
“I need you,” she bit out and pushed me onto my back with surprising strength. Tossing her damp hair over her shoulder, she straddled me. Her drenched pussy brushed over my straining cock as she bent her head and touched her lips to mine ever so softly. “I need to feel you inside me. I need you to erase all the bad memories of this day and replace them with every part of you surrounding me. I need you to remind us both that I’m here and safe.”
“I could hurt you.” I was losing what hold I had on my control with each passing second. “What if I pop one of your stitches?”
“You’re hurting me right now,” she whispered with a quaver in her voice. “I ache for you, and you’re denying me what I need the most in the world. Why, Jordan? Why? Don’t you want me?” She pressed herself against my cock harder. “I can feel how much your body wants me, but do your heart and head not want me anymore?”
“No, baby, no.” Carefully, I cupped her ass and rolled us so I was between her spread thighs. She wrapped her legs around me, trapping me, as if she thought I would leave her if she didn’t. Brushing the hair back from her face, I saw the glitter of tears in her eyes and groaned. The sight of her crying was pure agony to me. “I want every inch of you—body, heart, and soul. I’m just scared…”
“Of what?” she asked as a tear spilled over her lashes. “I promise, if anything hurts, I’ll let you know.”
“I don’t want to scare you,” I confessed. “Braxton told me that Garon tried to kiss you. That you were scared of him.”
“I was scared of him,” she admitted with a tiny nod, another tear spilling over and sliding down her pale cheek. “But I don’t have to worry about him trying to hurt me again. He’s gone now, unable to hurt me or anyone else ever again. And even if he weren’t dead, it wouldn’t matter. Because there is nothing you could ever do that would scare me, Jordan.” She arched her hips, rubbing herself against my shaft. “You could hold me down and fuck me as hard as you wanted right this minute, and I would only beg you for more.”
“Baby,” I groaned, feeling the last thread of my control starting to snap.
“I need you inside me, Jordan,” she whimpered. “I need you to show me how much you love me. How much it hurts not to be beside me every second of the day. I need you to own my body.”
“Fuck,” I roared, and I thrust into her h
ot, wild heat.
“Yes,” she screamed, her head tossed back in ecstasy. “That’s it, babe. I belong to you. Every inch of me is yours. Own me. Please, own me.”
I tried to be gentle, but I no longer had control over my own body. Once I felt her sweet pussy squeezing around my shaft, I was lost.
She begged me to own her, but we both knew she was the one who owned me.
Twenty-Eight
Jordan
It was almost a week later before I could even bring myself to let Arella out of bed, let alone out of the apartment. During that time, I told Barrick to get me two more guards for Arella. I didn’t plan on not being with her when she did leave the apartment, but I knew she would eventually have to go somewhere without me, and I needed a small army protecting her when that happened.
After our first week of self-imposed lockdown, we didn’t have much alone time. Between her parents and mine, her siblings, and then Mia, Elliot, Taylor, and Palmer popping in almost every day, we were rarely left alone.
Once Garon Steel’s death hit the news, my parents had found out what happened. And when they couldn’t reach me, they called Lana and Drake. During that first call, Lana must have let slip that Arella was pregnant, and the two of them had been at our place every day since I’d first let either of them through the door.
My girl was disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to surprise them with our baby announcement, but part of me was glad I didn’t have to keep it from my mom and dad until she was ready to have our dinner with all the parents.
“You know,” Arella murmured as she tucked her feet up under her on the couch. “Garon can’t do that villainess movie now. I mean, maybe he can do his own version in hell where he’s rotting right now, but not here in the real world.”