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“I wouldn’t—” She stops, her fingers on my arm, sliding up. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Amelia. Including acting like you’re not JM. I don’t even know who Malone West is.”
“Me.”
“I mean…”
“This is my place, but not where I live. And it’s not about you doing something deliberately. You need to trust me and keep acting as you were. My fiancée who’s from a different class than me, someone who’s exactly as you’ve been behaving and carrying yourself.”
“I can do that,” she says quietly. “I need to help.”
“So you’ll trust me. Do what I say?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her gaze fixated on my mouth.
There’s a for now hidden, but it’s going to have to do. It’s bare truth, and I’ll take it.
I lower my mouth and kiss her again, then pull back slightly. “Did I mention how fucking hot it was when you hit him?”
“Yes.” And this time, she surges into me, her mouth hungry, and I open for the kiss, twisting it to take control as I devour her deep and dirty.
We’re both panting as I break away to kick off my shoes and unload her gun. Then I take out mine and she makes a tiny sound.
“That…”
“My gun. My preferred gun.”
She bites her lips, a little hungry, a little wary. “It?—”
“If you want the specs, I’ll give them to you.” I unload mine, too. Just in case she takes it upon herself to do something stupid.
“No. It’s just… professional-looking.”
I eye her. “It’s a gun.”
Next, I get my phone. I check it, put it on vibrate, and shove it in my back pocket. “Text your uncle. Tell him I’ll be in touch tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” She shakes her head.
“Tomorrow. I need to wait until whoever took Amelia contacts me. It’s a game, Scarlett. One where I need them to come to me. And they will.”
The next morning I sit on the couch and drink my coffee, dressed in one of JM’s suits, ready to go into the office in a few hours. The office at the club. I need to be seen there, at least going in.
Scarlett’s still sleeping.
I shift, extremely uncomfortable on the cushion as I rest my feet on the coffee table in front of me.
I spent the night.
What I want to say is I did it to form the bond, solidify the trust I need. But I didn’t.
I stayed because I wanted to.
We had sex. She needed comfort and I gave it to her. Slow and dreamy, a few hours ago. That… that’s something I don’t do. For me, it’s kink-based, rough, hard and I like it that way. So what the fuck am I doing with her? Vanilla? Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know why I like it.
But that’s a lie. I do. I like it because I like her.
I love fucking her.
In any way. And I’ll take vanilla occasionally. When I instigate it. This is still a power exchange, a power play.
