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Sonnet had spent most of her life wondering whether anybody would choose her and keep choosing her. I planned to answer that question every day she gave me.

SONNET ELLISON

Vega rode me slowly, taking his time with every kiss and touch until nothing existed outside our bed. My fingers slid into his hair while he kissed along my neck. He held me close enough that I felt every breath he took, every pause he made to look at me, and every word he whispered against my skin.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.”

His eyes stayed on mine while he entered me, and the stretch pulled a soft cry from my lips. He kissed it away, moving with patience that made every stroke feel intentional.

This wasn’t only sex. It wasn’t the fear, adrenaline, or confusion that had surrounded us in the beginning. I wasn’t reaching for him because he was the only person standing between me and death. I was free now. Roman was gone. I could’ve returned to my condo and rebuilt the quiet life I’d had before any of this happened.

Instead, I chose this bed.

I chose Vega.

“I love you,” I whispered again.

His hand settled against my face. “I love you more than anything.”

The words reached hurt in me that had spent years expecting to be abandoned.

I’d spent most of my life without anyone claiming me. My mother had surrendered me, foster families had passed me through their homes, and every place I stayed had come with the understanding that it could end without warning.

Now I had people arguing over baby names, planning a shower I hadn’t approved, calling to check whether I had eaten, and making room for me at tables that had held their family for years.

I had a man who didn’t merely promise to stay. He made decisions every day that proved he had already built his life around us.

Vega lowered his forehead to mine while he pressed his length deeper inside me.

“You good?” he asked.

I smiled through the emotion gathering in my eyes. “I’ve never been better.”

His mouth covered mine, and I wrapped my legs around him, holding him closer while pleasure spread through me.

Vega wasn’t soft with the world. He didn’t apologize for who he was, and he never pretended the life he lived was cleaner or safer than it was. He made decisions without asking permission, walked into every room knowing exactly who he was, and could become ruthless when anyone threatened the people he loved.

But with me, he listened. He never made me feel foolish for being afraid. He never punished me for telling him the truth. Even when we disagreed, he protected my dignity instead of trying to make me feel smaller so he could feel more powerful.

His presence gave me peace before I ever understood that I loved him.

I never had to audition for care with Vega. I didn’t have to earn basic consideration or wonder whether he would disappear when loving me became inconvenient. His actions arrived before every promise.

He had kidnapped me, turned my life upside down, and somehow became the safest place I had ever known. That truth would’ve sounded impossible to anybody outside of us.

My body began to tremble beneath him. “Vega.”

The pleasure broke through me while I held on to him, my cries disappearing against his mouth.

Looking into his eyes, I watched Vega’s expression suddenly change from tenderness and harden into something darker and more predatory. As he looked down at me, his eyes flashed with a possessive, dominant hunger that made my breath hitch.

“I was waiting on you to get used to this dick before I got you back for all that shit you did to me when we first met.”

I blinked, as a flicker of confusion crossed my face. “What do you—?”

Before I could finish, Vega pulled out of me. He didn't give me time to process. In one fluid, powerful motion, he rested back on his knees and grabbed my ankles. He yanked my legs up and high and put my ankles onto his broad shoulders. The position left my pussy wide open and glistening, vulnerable to his every whim.