“It’s done,” Emre whispers.
As I lift my eyes to my cousin, he comes to embrace me. I wrap my arms around him, and we take a moment to savor our victory.
Thirty years of planning, working, and fucking living for this moment, and now that it’s over, I can focus on my own life.
“Let’s go home,” I say as I pull back from him. “You’re driving.”
Emre lets out a chuckle, and as we leave the freezer, he instructs men to dispose of the body.
On the way home, exhaustion sets into my bones. I want to sleep for a fucking week.
When Emre stops the car, I climb out and wait for him. Together we head inside and walk to our grandmother’s bedroom.
I knock on the door.
“Come in,” she calls out.
I knew there was no way she’d sleep before hearing Mazur is dead.
When I step inside with Emre, emotions wash over her features. She keeps the tears in, lifting her chin high.
My own eyes start to burn as I drop down to one knee in front of her. Taking her hand, I kiss her knuckles, then draw her hand to my forehead. “I’ve avenged our family.”
“Tanriya sükür,” she thanks God.
I pull back and climb to my feet, then help my grandmother to stand up. She opens her arms and hugs both Emre and me. “My boys. You’ve given me peace.”
Intense relief fills my chest, knowing I’ve given my grandmother her only wish. I was worried that I would run out of time.
Chapter 48
Lara
When I wake up, I find myself in Gabriel's arms. I snuggle closer, taking a deep breath of his scent.
Then my eyes pop open.
I have my mom back.
Emotions wash the last of my sleep away.
“Morning, Ödülüm,” Gabriel murmurs, his voice hoarse. The sound makes goosebumps spread over my skin.
“Morning,” I whisper, ducking my head because I’m conscious of my morning breath.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, his arms tightening around me.
“Surprisingly, yes. And you?”
I really like this. Us starting the day together.
“Hmm,” the sound rumbles from his throat.
My stomach flutters, my heartbeat speeding up. Pulling free, I climb out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asks, opening his eyes to look at me.
“Bathroom.” I dart inside, and shutting the door, I quickly relieve myself before brushing my teeth and hair.
When I step back into the room, Gabriel gets up to use the restroom. I walk to the closet and grab underwear, jeans, and a blouse.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Gabriel asks as he comes to stand behind me, brushing his fingers over my back.
“Getting dressed,” I answer. “There’s a lot to do today.”
His arm wraps around my front, and I’m tugged back against his chest. I feel his hardness pressing just above my butt.
“Not before you’ve satisfied me.”
Thank God I brushed my teeth.
Like a caveman, Gabriel lifts my feet from the ground, walks to the bed, and throws me on it. I land on my side, and before I can move, he takes hold of my hips and forces me onto my stomach.
Heat spreads through my body, then he yanks my butt into the air and shoves a pillow beneath me.
My eyebrow lifts as I glance at him from over my shoulder. I watch as he wraps his fingers around his hard length, and when he strokes himself, there’s an intense tightening in my core, warmth flooding between my legs.
It’s so freaking hot when he does that.
“Like what you see, baby?”
“Yes,” I admit shamelessly. “It’s a turn-on watching you stroke yourself.”
His thumb brushes over the beading pearl at the tip, only making me rub my thighs together for friction.
“Do you need my cock, Ödülüm?”
“Yes.” I’m already breathless. “Please.”
Gabriel keeps stroking himself slowly. “Open your legs wide.”
Bracing my arms on the mattress, I move my knees apart. Suddenly I feel his fingers as he brushes them over my clit. My body jerks, and I instinctively push myself back against him.
He starts to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves, then I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Slowly, he pushes an inch inside me, and with rocking movements, he only fucks me with the head of his cock.
My insides are trembling for all of him to be buried deep inside me. I bite my bottom lip as I moan, trying to push back against him. “Gabriel,” I complain.
“Do you need more?”
“Yes.”
“Beg me.”
“Dear God, please fuck me,” I beg, rotating my hips. “Please, I need to feel you deep inside me.”
Gabriel takes hold of my hips, and with a single hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt. My lips part on a silent cry, my eyes falling shut from how he stretches me as he fills me.
Moving his hands to my buttcheeks, he starts to massage them. “Grab hold of the covers for support,” he orders as he pulls all the way out.