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With my body still convulsing, he pushes himself off me, pulling his fingers out brusquely before he flips me onto my front, onto my hands and knees. With my elbows and knees tied, they sink into the bed as I collapse onto my shoulders, burying my face in the sheets as a muffled scream rips through me when he thrusts his cock inside my pussy without warning.
“Fuck,” he barks as my orgasm squeezes around him. “That’s it, keep coming. I want to feel your cunt milk my cock.”
There’s a violence in his rutting that slams through me every time his body slaps into mine, over and over with every guttural growl and curse that litters the air as he comes deep inside me, his cum scalding me from the inside out spurt by spurt.
“Good girl,” he breathes into my ear as he collapses onto me. “Good girl.”
I don’t know when or how he unties me. I’m too tired. Too overwhelmed. Too boneless. It doesn’t matter when he pulls me onto his chest and he holds me tight, peppering endless kisses over my hair as he bundles the duvet around us.
“Sleep now, my darling love.”
All I can do is smile into the darkness. I love him, and he loves me. My world is complete.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
HENRY
“What are you doing here?” I spit out the question as my mother pushes past me into my place.
Eve’s still asleep after our late night, and I don’t want her to have to deal with a disgruntled, pride-hurt princess first thing in the morning.
“Making peace,” she replies, lifting the pastry box in her hand as she continues up the stairs to the living area. “It’s never good to let things fester.”
“It’s never good to show up uninvited.”
“I don’t need an invitation to visit my son,” she’s quick to retort as I follow her to the kitchen area, with Rufus grunting around my feet. “Last night was ugly.”
“I see. You must be here to apologise, then.” I watch her open the cupboard doors and pull out drawers as she looks for plates and fusses over my traitorous canine.
Once she’s found the crockery, she lays the plates out on the island beside the pastry box. “Peace offering.”
“Pastries aren’t an apology.”
“Not just any pastries.” She grins at me. “They’re your favourites from that viennoiserie you love. Look.” Mother opens the box to show me its contents. “I managed to get the last of them. Fig jam and fresh cheese with honeycomb. Delicious.”
“Still not an apology, Mother.” Swiping my little finger through the cheese and honeycomb, I suck it into my mouth while she glares at me. More for my indignation than my manners.
“Do you think I’m going to apologise for wanting the best for you and this family?”
“No, I believe you need to apologise for being rude about Eve and for assuming you know the kind of person she is without actually knowing her.”
“I wasn’t rude; I was frank. I said what everybody else will be saying behind your back to your face. Do you know how it looks for a man in his thirties to court a teenager? She’s nineteen, Henry. Nine. Teen.”
“There’s more to Eve than her age. She’s kind and intuitive, but more than that, she’s lived a lot more than you think. There’s an old soul in her. If you gave her the chance—”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she cuts me off with her pissed-off grumble.
“To butter me up.”
“Let’s start with that.” She levels me with one of her austere stares. “Maybe she’ll win me over by the end of breakfast.”
“Eve’s resting and—” I pause as my mother looks around me with a curious cock of her brow. In the reflection of the oven door, I can see Eve standing behind me. She’s got a pair of my boxer shorts on and one of my T-shirts knotted at her waist. Before my mother says anything, I mouth, “Be nice.”
“You must be Eve.” Mother walks around me as I turn to look at my precious girl.
She’s flustered, and I can tell that she’s uncomfortable in the clothes she’s wearing, but at least my mother is good enough to ignore it.
“I thought we could have breakfast since my son didn’t introduce me to you last night,” she says by way of introducing herself.
