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He lifts my body just enough to allow him to move from his seat next to me, and as I am about to complain about his absence, he just leans over me on the couch. I fully turn onto my back, allowing myself a direct view of him towering over me. He is so damn beautiful. The ink on his body, the muscles that are highlighted by the beautiful designs. He is not overly muscular, but he has a nice body. And those piercing blue eyes that make you lose yourself inside them. They look into mine, and my heart loses a beat. It loses another the moment his lips part and his voice fills the space.

“You are a beauty, my little criminal,” he says in a seductive voice full of promises. His hand strokes a strand of hair from my face, and his knees push my legs open just enough for him to settle between them. He leans over and kisses my lips, a kiss I welcome, parting mine to allow him in. His taste is sweet, almost intoxicating. He makes the world stop with just one kiss. His lips leave mine and move over my body, from my neck to my breasts down to my navel. He kisses his way down until he settles between my thighs. He grabs the sides of my hips, forcing my body to melt against his face as his tongue passes over my center. I am still sensitive from the vibrator and the dildo he used on me. The slightest movement of his tongue makes me shatter.

A moan leaves my lips; it’s a plea for more. It’s everything I can’t say with words. He sucks and licks and bites, and every movement makes me shatter into a million pieces floating in the universe. It makes the world stop and move faster all at once, and he has been doing that for me since the day I kidnapped him.

“I need you,” I say between breathy moans, and the words are not words anymore. They have a meaning beyond them, one only he understands. And that’s enough. He is the only one who needs to understand this.

“Say it again. Beg for me, little criminal,” he teases as he moves on top of me and frees his cock from his jeans. He presses the tip against my clit, teasing me as he demands once again. “Tell me what you need, criminal. Beg for me.”

“I want you inside me,” I say shyly, the words barely coming out. My face turns red. I have never been one to demand things or to ask for what I want. I have always found it weird to do that. I’ve always allowed my partners to take control, not in a dominant, kinky sense of control, but in a more general sense of not needing to make decisions.

“Speak louder,” he demands. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please!” I scream as the sensation of his cock rubbing against my clit intensifies. “Fuck me, please.”

He smirks and pushes inside me without a condom. I’d usually worry about that, but it’s not the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. His thrusts are greedy, even punishing. He fucks me as if he hates me and loves me all at once. It makes the world blend into a blob around us until we’re all that’s left. It blurs everything into a fantasy—one he controls, one thrust at a time.

“You. Are. Mine. Criminal,” he says with each thrust, highlighting each word. It’s as if he’s trying to fuck their meaning into me, to stitch each word into my skin in an orgasm-blessed mark.

“I’m yours,” I breathe as my orgasm takes me. I let myself get lost in the moment, and he does the same. His release follows. I feel him stiffen, every drop of his cum hot inside me. The warmth fills me, blending with my own release in a way only he can offer.

He kisses my lips softly before he pulls away. “I’m glad you kidnapped me,” he jokes, and I start laughing. It’s a manic laugh mixed with the bliss of my orgasm and the ridiculousness of his joke.

“I’m glad I kidnapped you too.” He laughs with me, and this moment is everything it could be and more.

Chapter 15

Rachel

It’s Friday, and as tradition has it, it’s book club night.

I am sitting in my favorite armchair back home, with Ripley on my lap and a glass of wine on the side table next to me. He stretches his little legs and yawns before he goes back to sleep. I pet his round puppy belly and scratch behind his ear. “You are adorable,” I say in that voice people tend to use on animals and kids. Sweet and calm.

Overall, it’s a great night. I am reading on my Kindle while I wait for Noah to come over for book club. Kai drove me home late last night and stayed over until late this morning. I called in to work and said I was still feeling sick, earning a few more days of rest.

My phone buzzes with a message, and I open it with a smile. I already know who it is from.

Biker Boy: The bar is really busy, but I will come by after work. I know you haven’t eaten yet, and this is your second glass of wine. So, I ordered you food. It will arrive in twenty minutes.

Even though I destroyed the first security system he installed, I still allowed him access to the second one. He likes to keep an eye on me, and I will admit it’s kind of flattering that he does. I am about to go back to my book, but Noah enters the house, and I set my Kindle next to my wine glass as I pick up Ripley and walk toward the front door to greet my friend.

“Hey, Noah,” I say with a smile.

He rushes inside and closes the door. “Tell me everything. Are you okay? Are you in love? Did you have the best four days of your life? Do you have wine?”

I laugh. “Calm down. Yes, wine is in the living room, and I picked up the book you asked for. It’s waiting for you in the living room, too.” I walk back and take my seat in the armchair while my friend takes his usual one on the couch.

“So... spill!” He waits eagerly to learn the gossip about me and Kai. I can’t deny that I love sharing those details with him. It’s an opportunity to gloat about my happiness to the one person I know will be happy for me.

“It was damn amazing,” I start. “Do you know about those books we read, with the morally gray love interest who kidnaps the female main character and gives her the best damn sex of her life?”

He fills his glass with wine. “Yes. Was it like that?”

“And even better. God, this man knows how to fuck.” I giggle and take a sip of my wine. Noah joins me, and the night continues with laughs, wine, and reading like every other Friday night. But this time, it will end with Kai in my bed, my puppy sleeping at the foot of the bed, and my friend with his boyfriend in his own home. That’s a change I gladly welcome into my life.A new routine that starts tonight.

Epilogue

A year later.

Kai

Sunday mornings have always been my favorite. It has been three months since Rachel and I moved into my mother’s house. We chose to move here since it’s bigger, with more room for the kids. Because that’s our future now:Kids. Multiple.We got married six months after she kidnapped me, and it was two months later when we met our daughter. She has my mother’s name. We both decided it was fate when this little girl entered our lives, and who are we to turn down fate? Applying for adoption turned out to be trickier than we expected, but as someone who went through the foster system myself, I couldn’t let this sweet criminal get lost in it. The social worker who helped me back then also helped us adopt our daughter. And two months of supervised visits later, we entered this house as a family for the first time. Our family is only going to get bigger once our son arrives. Gloria, our daughter, is excited to meet her new baby brother; it was the one thing she talked about during every visit while we were trying to convince the judge we were a good fit.

I’m sitting in the backyard with a beer in my hand while my best friend argues with his boyfriend about the best way to cook ribs. I don’t get involved; they’ve got this. My beautiful wife is trying to play fetch with the dog and Gloria, and by trying, I really mean trying. Rachel is almost ready to give birth atany moment, and every movement she makes seems to require double the energy. But when I try to help in any way, she gets upset and starts crying. So I’m trying not to get involved with that either. Instead, I’m drinking my beer and basking in the happiness of the moment.Everyone I love is here. And life, for once, is good.