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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“YOU SURE?” Gemma asked softly, her hand poised by my cheek, the pink feminine razor in her fingers.

I nodded, glancing at myself sideways in the mirror.

She’d tidied up the hack job of my hair after we’d had sex, taken a shower, and wrapped ourselves up with towels.

Dusk was falling outside, groceries were waiting to be put away, and Gemma had planned a live video chat this afternoon for her legions of online fans.

But none of that mattered.

She didn’t make me feel like I was an inconvenience or taking precious time from other activities. She was one hundred percent with me, her attention locked on me, her heart forever joined to mine.

Fuck, I’m lucky.

Running a hand over my shorter locks, it felt so odd. Gem might not be a professional hairdresser, but she did a great job. She’d trimmed every strand but not excessively short. It still curled around my ears and flopped over my forehead if I tilted my head.

It wasn’t the preppy style of some of the guys on the TV, but...it kind of suited me.

It was unruly but not wild.

Messy like my mind but tamer than my previous existence.

“Honestly, Kas, I don’t think I’m going to allow you out in public. You’re content living in my house, right? You don’t have to go outside and mingle. No one else has to see you but me.”

I looked away from my reflection and caught her stare. Mirth danced over her face, but something sharp glowed in her hazel gaze.

“Am I that ugly?” I still had my beard—that was the next thing to go—but I thought my haircut was an improvement.

God, what if she doesn’t want me anymore—

“You were ridiculously handsome before. But now...” She whistled under her breath. “Honestly, I’m not a jealous person, but I’m jealous before we’ve even gone to the gala. I know the moment the public see you...” She fanned herself. “They’re going to want to steal you from me.”

Steal me?

I laughed under my breath even as sick terror filled me. Self-preservation borne from being stolen and used rejected what she said, filling me with fear that if strangers found me attractive, then they’d touch me, they’d want me, they’d take me against my wishes.

No one was stealing me again.

Fucking no one.

My hands curled into fists, and the telltale hot flush of temper and panic made my nostrils flare.

Gem noticed, and all humor slipped from her face. “Ah, Kas. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean...and after you just told me that you grew your hair in the hopes you wouldn’t be sexually attractive.” She walked into my spread legs, hugging my head to her chest. “It was a tasteless joke. I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot.”

I sat on the kitchen barstool that she’d dragged into the bathroom and hugged her back, scolding my heart for racing, wishing I wasn’t still so fucked up at the thought of complete strangers liking what they saw.

“Sorry,” I mumbled into her breasts, slipping my tongue out and tasting her shower-fresh skin. The towel barely covered her nipples.

She shivered and pulled away, cupping my beard-covered cheeks. “I’m going to make you another promise, okay?”

My eyebrows rose, but I nodded, curiosity filling me, shoving away the stupid panic attack. “Okay...”

“I’m going to allow myself to get jealous. I’m not going to tell you that women aren’t going to find you drop-dead gorgeous. Gay men too will fall to their knees if you arrive at the gala wearing a tux. You can’t change the fact that you’re blessed with good genes, Kas. I know that’s probably not what you want to hear. And I wish I could tell everyone to give you room, give you space, and not look at you like something they want to lick. But...what I can do is...be possessive.”

I placed my hands on her hips, digging my fingers into her muscular curves. “And how is that going to make me feel better?”

“Well, for one, no one, and I mean no one, will be able to come near you if I don’t allow it. I’m happy to play the crazy jealous girlfriend if it means women won’t try to kiss you hello, and I’ll bat away anyone who tries to take yours in a handshake. I won’t leave your side all night. Believe me, people will be too afraid of my jealous wrath to come too close to you.”

I chuckled, my mind locking onto one word in that entire sentence that was more powerful than all the rest. “My girlfriend, huh?”

She froze. Her eyes went golden and heated. “That’s all you heard from that?”

My fingers dug into her hips. “It’s the only word that matters.”

She lowered her head, brushing her lips over mine. “You do remember that you proposed to me, right? That we bypassed the girlfriend and boyfriend stage.” She reared back, half dramatic, half real concern filling her pretty face. “Please tell me this isn’t like the bath in the valley? That morning, I woke up knowing I’d fallen so damn hard for you, only for you to have no memory of what happened. It was...it was heartbreaking.”

I tugged her into me. “This is not like that morning.” I kissed her. “I remember asking you to marry me—not that I asked, I kind of just told you. I remember every day I’ve spent in your house. I remember everything we’ve talked about, all the meals you’ve bought me, and your tireless crusade to find out what my favorite food is.”

“Have you figured it out yet?”

“What my favorite food is?”

She nodded.

I laughed quietly. “Have we tried everything?”

She shook her head, looping her hands over my shoulders, the razor still clutched in her fingers. “Not even close. We need to travel to find true flavors. We need to fly to Asia and Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. We need to try every culture and cuisine.”

I swallowed hard at the thought of how much that would cost and just how much I’d end up owing her, but I nuzzled into her with utmost gratefulness. “I won’t lie and say that travel seems like an insane dream for me. Books can only do so much for the imagination, and I’ve never gone anywhere as exotic as the locations I’ve read about, but...I’m perfectly content to stay right where we are. As long as I have you.”

“Same.” She kissed me. “And if you’re wondering...my favorite food is vanilla cupcakes.”

I snickered. “I don’t think dessert is a food.”

“Sure it is.” She pulled away. “It’s an entire food group.”

“I think my favorite at the moment would be that pumpkin pasta with that spicy sausage stuff you made last week.”

“Chorizo?”

“Yeah, that was fantastic.”

“Well, you’re in luck. I bought some more at the supermarket. Which is actually still waiting to be put in the fridge so...” She brandished the razor again. “I ask you again, Mr. Sands...are you sure?”

I grinned and looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked lopsided now.

With my long hair, a long beard didn’t look out of place. But now I had more hair on my chin than I did on my head, and it had to go. I couldn’t remember what I looked like without the scruff. And I was finally, hopefully, stable enough to find out.

“I’m sure.” I squeezed her hips one last time and sat back on the stool. “I’m all yours.”

“Yes, you are.” She smiled as she squirted some flowery-smelling shaving cream into her palm. “Forever mine, husband-to-be.”

“Forever.” My heart skipped a beat as she smeared the cream onto my cheeks.

“Sorry you’re going to smell like jasmine and orchid. I only have the stuff I use to shave my legs. I didn’t buy you any toiletries ’cause I wasn’t expecting you to de-hair.”

I shrugged. “I’m not bothered. I already smell like you anyway.” I licked my lips. “I take you often enough that my skin has adopted your scent.”

“You can smell that?” Her nose wrinkled as she dragged the razor over my cheek, rinsing the clump of hair into the sink before returning to swipe again.

“Yes.”

“Your senses must be better than mine.”

“They grew stronger the longer I was on my own.” I opened up a little more, sharing pieces of me that I never thought would be interesting to someone else. “I needed better hearing to track dinner. I needed better eyesight to walk in the dark. I needed better smell to know what mushrooms and berries were good or poisonous.”

A little furrow appeared between her eyes as she carefully continued to shave me. Rinsing the blade before removing large areas of my beard, leaving my cheeks feeling cool and bare.

“See, it’s that sort of stuff that people want to hear about, Kas.” She stooped and tipped my chin up, running the blade down my throat. “People know that they’re giving away a lot of their natural instincts each time technology makes our lives easier. Do you know some of the younger generation don’t even know how to read a map anymore?” She shook her head with a huff. “But those who feel their survival skills dropping off are the ones who look to educate themselves. They’re the ones who would watch your channel and learn from the wealth of information you’ve gathered.”

I stiffened as she ran the sharpness over my Adam’s apple. How could I tell her that sharing myself online still scared me? Those comments from a few weeks ago still haunted me. I’d been a piece of meat all my life. I hadn’t been seen as a person but something to be used, abused, and tossed aside. If that was how people watching my videos would see me, I wanted nothing to fucking do with it. They might not be able to touch me but just knowing they wanted me? That they might fantasize about using me?

Fuck.

My heart rate picked up again and my headache returned.

Gemma stopped shaving me, laying her hand on my now naked cheek. “Kas...?”

I exhaled heavily, doing my best to shove away such pathetic thoughts. “I’m okay.”

Her eyes searched mine for a long time before she slowly ducked to kiss me, then resumed shaving me.

We didn’t talk again until the sink was full of floating hair, her razor was blunt, and my face felt ten times lighter.

“Ready to see?” she asked, blocking the mirror to my left as she grabbed a hand towel and rubbed my cheeks and down my throat.

The sensation was soft and scratchy all at once.

My skin tingled.

My cock twitched.

Gritting my teeth, I nodded.

“Remember, you’re all mine, and I will make sure everyone at that gala and all around the world knows it.” Gem backed away, watching me carefully as I rose from the stool and faced the mirror.

Holy shit.

I froze.

Who the hell was that guy?

I didn’t recognize him.

Not a single piece of him.

He looked younger. Calmer. Happier.

Leaning in, I touched my bare cheek, my fingers trembling.

A scar I remembered Levin giving me followed the contour of my cheekbone. Another glinted silver along my jaw. Mementos of a time when I was too weak to fight off those who would do me harm.

Once again, a flash of panic shot through my blood.

Gemma was right.

I looked good.

I looked enticing.

I looked like a perfect meal to be molested.

“Wow, he’s a stunning specimen, isn’t he?”

“Can’t wait to see those pretty lips around my cock, Kas.”

“So much fresh flesh to mark. Come here and let me autograph it.”

I bent over, clutching the sink, trying to banish the sick ghosts inside my head.

Hands landed on my back, soft and gentle.

Arms looped around my waist, kind and loving.

Parts of me wanted to throw them off me. I didn’t want to be touched. Never again did I want another person to touch me.

But then I opened my eyes and locked onto Gem, and the mania inside me, the headache threatening to break me, and the vertigo that made me wobble all receded.

Gem.

Her.

Home.

With a sigh, I slouched against the vanity.

She hugged me tighter, pressing her entire body against my back. Her breasts warmed my spine, and her breath tickled my shoulder blades as we stood silently, her eyes wide and worried, mine shadowed with history.

She hugged a man I didn’t recognize.

But I recognized her.

I loved her.

I trusted her when she said she would never let anyone touch me ever again.

Spinning in her hold, I snatched her into a fierce hug. “Everything that I am is yours, Gemma Ashford.”

“And I will cherish and protect you forever, Kas.”

“Fuck, I love you.”

Her response was to squeeze me until she shook in my embrace.

We swayed together, arms locked tight, cheek to cheek, heartbeat to heartbeat.

A simple embrace but it did something I never thought possible.

Her heat and affection seeped into me, wriggling past all the nightmares still inside me, and somehow erased the whispers of before. Her love for me hunted past monstrosities, deleting them, erasing them, granting me a pocket of silence and safety.

I sighed and relaxed.

The gala would push me to my limits.

A part of me would always be reactive, dangerous, and prone to self-preservation, no matter the cost. But no matter what happened, I would survive all thanks to this woman.

I would survive.

And I would fight the same battle Jareth was currently enduring.

However, I would fight in a different way.

He would use bloodshed, and I would use words, but together, we would enlist change that meant no one else would have to crawl from the darkness like us.

No other kid would be abandoned to evil.

No other boy, girl, man, or woman would be left to rot in a prison devoid of love and happiness.

I vow it.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

HOLY GOOD GOD.

I almost swooned. Literally, almost floated to the floor like an overly dramatic duchess who’d just seen the stable boy strip.

Kas flinched as he stepped into the living room, studying my expression. “That bad?”

I tried to speak—I truly did—but all that came out was a squeak.

He pulled on the hem of his tux jacket, shuffling self-consciously. “I know I was a dick and wouldn’t let that guy near me with his tape measure, but I thought the suit fit okay.” He frowned in my direction. “But judging by your inability to speak, I’m guessing it looks ridiculous?”

For a man who’d been used in so many different ways, desired by bastards, and raped by bitches, Kas showed his true sheltered soul at that moment. Three days ago (after cautiously hoping that Kas wasn’t going to change his mind about the gala) I’d arranged an in-home rental service that delivered personalized, high-end attire. I’d tried multiple ball gowns while Kas had flatly refused any “dresser” to help him. He’d taken the armful of suggested outfits, thrown me a look, and disappeared into my spare room where the climbing wall was.

He’d taken his time.

The owner of such expensive garments had gotten a tad nervous as Kas held several of his tuxes hostage. While waiting, I’d chosen a lovely silver-lavender dress that reminded me of the faint purple façade of my house and all the homey happiness I’d found sharing my space with Kas. The satin clung to my upper body, revealing arms that would always be slightly more muscular than the average female thanks to all my upper body workouts, before puddling down to the floor in a long swath of silver-purple, flowing into a slight train with a swooped back that played peekaboo with my ass crack.

I felt beautiful in it.

I’d popped to a local salon this afternoon and had my hair styled in loose waves and my makeup done with subtle lips and dark eyes.

However, now I felt completely underdressed.

Kas was...sublime.

My heart raced double time, adding to my anxiety that’d been steadily building all day. Ever since I’d woken and found Kas sleeping in the garden again, I’d felt on edge and unsure.

I worried about him.

I worried about me.

I worried about Jareth and every other member of their Fable family.

Tonight was monumental in so many ways. It could go wonderfully right but also spectacularly wrong.

But now? Now I had no worries in my head.

Only potent, powerful lust.

Tears filled my eyes as I drank him in.

Every delicious, delectable, stunning, stunning inch of him.

His newly trimmed hair was slicked back but fighting the tameness with cowlicks appearing at his temples while his face had a few days’ worth of stubble from when I’d shaved him at the start of the week, revealing a sharp jawline, masculine throat, and highly kissable lips. His eyes glowed with an ebony ferocity that matched the glossy black tux encasing him from head to toe. His throat was bare with the top button undone of his white shirt, partially hidden by a waistcoat of black satin.

No bowtie, no tie of any kind—I’d tried to show Kas how to wear one, but he’d yanked it off, saying tonight would be hard enough to breathe without a noose around his throat.

I’d left him to get ready on his own after that, recognizing the signs that his temper was caused by panic, and if dressing for the gala was already pushing him close to his limits, I honestly didn’t know how the rest of the night would go.

I had half a mind to call YouTube and apologize that we’d wasted their time and wouldn’t be making an appearance, but that would be almost sacrilegious now, not to let the rest of the world see Kas for themselves. Not to witness the journey he’d clawed his way through from violent wildling to a drop-dead gorgeous man.

He raked both hands through his hair, making the locks messy, his tux jacket rising up and flashing me just how well he filled those black pants. His thighs pressed against the expensive fabric, and the bulge between his legs showed he liked how I looked too. He liked it enough that his self-consciousness rapidly faded beneath matching lust.

“You know what? I don’t fucking care what I look like.” He dropped his hands, stepping toward me in polished leather shoes. “That dress barely hides anything. I can see the outline of your nipples.”

I swallowed again, desperately trying to get my voice working. I’d never been tongue-tied before. Never had a vibrant pain in my chest just from looking at someone.

Good God, I love this man.

And it wasn’t because he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. It wasn’t the pride I felt seeing him dressed like a millionaire mogul after witnessing him barefoot and naked, running through a forest like a madman.

It was because I loved him.

Every single part of him.

His heart, his soul, his kindness, his protectiveness.

Tonight would be the hardest he’d ever had to endure since the evening he killed the guests and earned his freedom. My heart ached for what he was about to walk into—putting himself in a precarious situation not for himself but for those he still cared so deeply about—and I couldn’t stop myself.

I would do anything it took to grant him calmness to get through tonight.

Reaching for my shoulders, I pushed at the micro straps holding my dress up.

The heavy satin immediately slipped from my body, pooling to the floor.

Kas sucked in a harsh breath. “Jesus, woman, what are you doing?”

I glanced at the clock above the oven. 6:45 p.m. We had fifteen minutes before the limo arrived to take us to the gala.

That’s enough.

Moving toward him, swaying my hips, showing him that I wore nothing under the dress so no panty or bra lines ruined the effect of water over my skin, I didn’t stop until I stood before him.

I stared into his stunning, shadowy, stressed-out eyes and dropped to my knees.

He froze. “Gem...what the hell are you doing?”

Reaching up, I undid the button of his jacket and spread the material to avoid any certain mess.

He flinched as my fingers dropped and worked the button of his slacks, pulling the zipper down. The heavy material fell to his ankles as quickly as my dress had fallen to the floor. “What—” He groaned as my hand slipped around his hips and pushed his tight black boxer briefs to mid-thighs.

He was rock hard. His veins stood out against the thick velvet of his arousal, the crown of his cock damp with desire. I didn’t pause and wonder if being forward like this reminded him of being used. I hadn’t asked permission. But surely, he could tell my touch came with love instead of cruelty.

He jerked as I fisted him, his hands going for my hair.

I reared back, shaking my head. “Don’t mess up my ’do. You can touch me anywhere apart from my hair.”

He growled and bared his teeth. “Then get off your fucking knees, woman.”

I licked my lips and ducked my chin, pressing a kiss to his throbbing, hot cock.

He hissed between his teeth, his head tilting back as he swayed on the spot. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“I’m going to give you a release.” I breathed on his erection, slowly licking my way down to my fingers, where I grasped him tight.

He shuddered. “You don’t...” He choked as I swallowed his entire length. “Jesus fucking Christ—”

Blowing on him, I murmured, “You’ve been used more times than I can imagine, Kas. You’ve had your free will taken, your happiness stolen, your very worth questioned for so many years of your life. Even tonight—a challenging evening for anyone—you’re doing it for other people, not yourself. I know how much this will cost you. I know how much you care.” My hand tightened around him, pumping him once. “Let me show you just how worthy you truly are.”

He hissed again, his entire cock jumping in my palm. “Gemma—”

“I’m yours to use however you want. I’m yours, Kas. Let me take away some of your stress. Let me remind you that for the rest of your life, only my lips will be on your body. Only my hand will touch your cock. You are in control of what you want and when. You are the master of me. Not because you’re bigger than me or because you once buckled a chain around my ankle, but because I choose you. Just like you chose me.”

“Gem—” His voice broke.

I sucked him.

Tangy salt exploded on my tongue as he jerked in my hold, and his knees almost buckled. His hands landed on my hair only to jolt away, remembering what I’d commanded.

I’d only told him to avoid my hair once. He was drowning beneath lust, yet he’d obeyed without any reminding.

How much of that came from the conditioning he’d undergone? And how long would it take before he truly trusted that he belonged only to himself?

Running my tongue up his shaft, I swallowed him deep, answering my own questions.

Eventually.

Eventually, he’d be free.

Eventually, he’d be healthy and happy because he had me, and I would do whatever it took to make him sleep beside me, travel with me, spend my money on memories and experiences, and enjoy the rest of his life unafraid.

His balls drew up as his cock hardened to stone in my mouth. His breathing sounded as if he’d run through the valley for hours, catching with a heady, animalistic growl as he thrust against my tongue.

I let him use me.

I granted him power over me.

I knelt before him and took whatever he wanted to give me so that his mind might stay sane for the rest of the night.

His hands balled by his sides, stopping himself from reaching for me even as his thrusts turned jerky and shallow. I was wet. Unbelievably wet as I looked up at his face and my mind shot me back to that first time in the basement back at Fables.

The time he’d commanded me to my knees and used me against my will.

I’d obeyed because I’d had no choice, even while I’d felt a buzzing in my blood that should never have been there. And I understood why he’d done that now. I understood the vulnerability inside him. The depth of pain after having so many people command him to serve and never being the one in the position of power.

I moaned around him, getting carried away with need.

“Gemma, goddammit,” he hissed. “What are you doing to me? I can’t...I don’t think I can—” His chin fell onto his chest, his eyes blazing black. “You have to stop.”

My lips popped as I pulled him from my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

“No.”

“Use me.”

“No way.”

“Get it out, Kas. Use me to soak up whatever might haunt you tonight. Give me everything, feed me every trigger, let me carry all your pain.”

His eyes glossed with liquid as his hips pulsed, his cock sliding between my fist. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. I’m on my knees because I want to be. I want you to control me because it will remind you that you’re free. Free to leave the gala tonight at any point. Free to ignore anyone you want. Free to reject anything you’re not comfortable with. If you can’t use me when I’m begging you to, then how will you know you’re safe within a crowd of strangers?”

His eyebrows shot down, shadowing his glittering eyes. “You’re begging?”

I nodded and pressed a kiss to his cock. “Yes. I’m wet for you, Kas. My body wants whatever you want to give me.”

He licked his lips, indecision all over his handsome face.

I bent my head and inserted his hardness into my mouth again. I grazed his delicate flesh with a barely-there scrape of my teeth.

“Holy Christ—” He grabbed my shoulders, digging his fingers in, most likely leaving me with bruises. “Suck me. If you’re begging, then suck me.”

I did as he commanded, almost gagging on his length as I bobbed over his cock.

His guttural groan made another trickle of wetness roll down my inner thigh. I squirmed on the carpet, turned on beyond belief. How the hell was I supposed to go to the gala after this? I’d leave a wet patch on my dress the whole evening.

Kas stiffened, his hands pushing me away until my head tipped up and his cock slipped free. “You’re hurting.”

I shook my head. “Wanting, not hurting.”

We shared a look. A sacred look between two people who had chosen each other over anyone, and then he smiled. A sinful, savage smile that made my stomach swoop. “Stand up.”

I scrambled to my feet.

He ran a finger over my nipple, making me shiver.

“You’ll truly do anything I ask?”

I nodded, my chest heaving for air.

God, he was unbelievably gorgeous, standing with his cock erect and wet, jutting out from his scarred body hidden in a tailored tux.

“In that case, go over to the couch.”

I swayed on the spot, blinking.

“Move,” he rasped. “Get your ass over to that couch before I spank it.”

I moved, darting naked to the couch and waiting for his next order.

“Bend over the arm.”

I did as he asked, my entire body on fire. I felt as if someone had replaced my blood with dynamite, sending mini explosions all through my veins.

His body crushed me from behind as he ran his cock down my ass crack. “You think you know what’s going on inside my head?”

I moaned as he dipped his crown to my pussy, teasing me with his hardness.

“Answer me, Gem.”

I gripped the couch as his legs spread behind me for balance, hinting that when he took me, it wasn’t going to be gentle.

Trying to get my breathing under control and failing, I moaned, “I think you’re unaware of what you are.”

“And what am I?” He pressed the tip of his cock inside me, hovering with heat.

There were so many things I could say. More constructive things that would help him heal and grow but, in that moment, with him pressing me into the couch, poised on the edge of fucking me, my mind filled with salacious things.

I said something I probably shouldn’t to a recovering slave with ownership issues. “You’re mine.”

He drove his cock inside me, thrusting so hard my feet came off the floor, and I doubled over the couch arm with a grunt.

“Am I? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Who said I’m yours?”

“You did.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Me. You get me.” I bit the cushion beneath me as his thrusts turned dangerously deep.

“And you think just because you’ve given me yourself that this belongs to you?” He circled his hips, ensuring I felt his cock all the way inside me.

“God, yes.”

He raked his fingers down my back, grabbing handfuls of my ass. “You’re rather possessive, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“So...” He stabbed into me, almost punishingly. “Let me get this straight. I belong to you, and you belong to me.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“And you won’t share me? Won’t rent me out to those who find me hot in this penguin suit?”

“Not a chance.”

“You won’t let anyone else touch me? Not a single kiss. Not a passing stroke.”

“Never.” Hot jealousy flamed in my heart at the very thought.

“So you’re my new master, huh? The one who owns me, body and soul?”

“We traded.”

“Traded what?” His hips rolled.

“I gave you my body and soul, and in return, I’ve taken yours.”

“And you’re never giving them back?”

“Never.” I panicked for a moment, worried that this little game had gotten serious and scary for him. After all, talking of ownership wasn’t exactly a safe subject with Kas. “Unless, of course, you don’t want me in the future...and then it goes without saying that you’re free to—”

“Shut up, Gemma.” He drove into me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I sighed, my body growing hot around his. Bone-deep pleasure sparked in my womb as he murmured, “It’s a good thing that I’m yours and a great thing that you’re not going to share me.”

“It is?” I cried out as he ground into me, filling me deep, bruising inside and out.

“Definitely.” He picked a threatening pace, driving into me over and over again. “Because if I’m yours and you’re mine, then it means you just handed over your freedom, Gemma Ashford.”

I cried out as he fucked me harder. “You’re going to marry me. You’re going to worship me every fucking day for the rest of your life. You’ll be my friend, my lover...my wife. You’ll put up with my flaws and accept that I’ll never be perfect. You’ll love me until your dying day. Say it.”

“I’ll worship you.”

“And?”

“Love you.”

“And?”

“I’ll be your friend, your lover, your wife. I’ll be everything you want me to be.”

“You truly mean that, don’t you?” He rode me deliciously deep.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” He folded over me, planting his hands on mine clutching the pillows, his hips jackhammering into mine. “I already worship you, Gem. I’ll never stop.” His nose nuzzled aside my styled hair, his lips finding the back of my neck. “I’m inside you forever. Forever, Gemma.”

“Forever.”

His fingers looped with mine as his breath caught. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Then come.”

He drove me against the couch arm, providing friction for my clit. “You first.”

I panted as he rode me even harder. “Come, Gem. Come like you love me, like you hate me. Come like you’re the only master I’ll ever obey from now on.” His voice slipped into my ear, raw and thick. “Come knowing you’re the only one for me.”

His words were as provocative as his cock, sending me spiraling into an orgasmic vortex. I screamed as my release banded outward with shockwaves, over and over again.

Kas roared as he followed me, pinning me to the couch, filling me with every groan-wrenching spurt.