She’d wanted to run to me first.
“You never have to be scared as long as I’m living.” I kept my lips against her forehead, letting my mouth brush against her skin as I spoke. “I will always protect you, Muse. I protect all my girls, but I’ll protect you most of all.”
Her fingers felt the grooves of my stomach. “I know.”
“Then don’t ever think about him. And you’ll never dream about him.”
“I don’t,” she whispered. “But I guess it’s always lingering in the back of my mind.”
“Don’t allow it to.”
“Do you think he’ll come after me?”
According to the Underground rules, he couldn’t. “No. We have rules for this sort of thing. If a master buys a slave, another master can’t steal her away. Once the transaction is complete, he has ownership. Otherwise, it would undermine the business of the Skull Kings. No one will go to their auctions if men will just steal slaves from each other.”
“I can’t believe criminals have rules…”
“Rules are always necessary. So, if he broke them, he wouldn’t be allowed to return to another auction.”
“Yes…but he might not care.”
Talking about this was only making her more upset. “Even if he doesn’t, he can’t cross me. It’s not possible. Not only am I rich and famous, but I’m very powerful. Carter and I have eyes and ears everywhere. If he ever comes within ten miles of you, I’ll know about it. Alright?”
She didn’t speak.
“Alright?” I pressed.
“Alright.”
I tilted her head back so we could see each other’s eyes. I raised my head up and kissed her on the mouth, felt the heat between our lips. Ever since the first time I’d felt her mouth with mine, the chemistry had been powerful. I’d kissed women before, and it never felt the way it did with her.
Here I was, comforting this woman in her bed when I could have walked away. But I didn’t want to brush it off and pretend it never happened. I wanted this woman to break her chains and be free.
She felt my mouth with hers, giving me purposeful kisses that were slow and sensual. Her hand glided into the back of my hair, and she felt the strands with her fingertips. Every time she touched me, my body lit on fire. I could feel the way she wanted me, the way her body responded to me on an innate level.
My cock hardened underneath her leg, ballooning up until it grew to its full size. I couldn’t control my reactions to her. My cock had a mind of its own. When a beautiful woman like Muse was kissing me and touching me, there was nothing I could do to stop it.
But I didn’t make a move, unsure if she wanted me to. It was one of the few times I let her make the decision. If I didn’t care about her, I would just go for it. But I didn’t want to be insensitive.
And she made the move.
She slowly rolled onto her back and pulled me with her.
My mouth wanted to kiss her harder, but I kept my kisses slow and purposeful. My hands wanted to rip her panties off, and I wanted to fold her underneath me so I could fuck her deep and hard. But that didn’t feel right, so I resisted the urge.
She pulled my boxers to my knees then ran her hands up my back. She spoke against my mouth as she kept kissing me. “Make love to me…”
My mouth hesitated against hers for an instant as I processed what she said. I’d never made love to a woman in my life. It was all hard fucking and passionate screwing. It was about getting off, getting hot, sweaty, and satisfied.
But not that romantic bullshit.
I could tell her no. I had every right to do whatever I wanted. But I didn’t.
I pulled her panties off then moved between her legs. My eyes locked on hers, and I separated her thighs with my knees before I pushed inside her. Even though she was emotional just minutes ago, she was wet for me when I felt her.
I pushed through her wetness then slid inside, moving slowly as I inched farther.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she looked up at me, her lips slightly parted while her blue eyes were lit up like Christmas lights. She was such a sexy woman without even trying. If I could photograph her this way, my lingerie would always be out of stock.
But I didn’t want to share her with the world.
She was mine.
I sank completely inside her until my balls touched her ass.
She took a deep breath, her tits rising until her nipples touched my chest.
I held myself over her and started to thrust, my lips brushing against hers as I kissed her softly. I rolled my hips with the movements, pushing all the way in before I pulled out again. Her pussy was so wet, so tight. She wasn’t as tight as she was when I first took her, but she was still petite. I enjoyed that smallness, that tightness.