After which he was fucking me. Harshly.

Stabs of ache ripped via me. He was tearing me aside, breaking me in two. And I beloved it. The violent bounce in opposition to him, the wildness inside me breaking free. My physique burned in its want for him.

“You. Are. Fucking. Mine.” He growled in opposition to my mouth, biting my lips. “A model in your soul nobody can take away. I’ll kill anybody who dares take a look at you. You perceive, Summer time?”

“Sure!” I screamed into the forest, forgetting every part however him. His dick filling me so full. My again, scraping in opposition to the tree. His arms, pulling the globes of my ass aside. My nails, scratching his pores and skin.

He slammed into me, time and again, for therefore lengthy I misplaced monitor of time. So quick I might barely breathe. The ache of it heightened every part inside me.

We have been like animals, rutting in opposition to the tree. The darkness inside every of us spilling out. Collectively, we have been who we have been meant to be: savage beasts.

I’d by no means felt so free in all my life.

This was who we have been. Who I used to be.

After which, with a deep, guttural groan, he got here, a slippery heat working down my thighs. He pumped a number of extra instances, heaving in opposition to me. After a protracted second, his hand went between us.

He seemed up, catching my eyes together with his. I noticed every part in that look. His love. His ardour.

“I give up to you, Summer time Duvall.” He parted my lips together with his thumb, tasting like salt and dust. “You personal me. My coronary heart. My soul. I belong to you. You’re the just one, will endlessly be the one one. With you, I’m now not afraid of the darkness inside me. I like you, Summer time Duvall. I feel I all the time have.” He kissed me once more, his tongue tangling with mine. My pounding coronary heart started to calm as he cradled my jaw extra gently. “From the day you have been born, you captured my coronary heart and by no means let it go. Do you like me, too?” he requested. “I must know.”

“Sure,” I nodded, my breath caught in my throat. “All the time.” My fingers tangled together with his, holding onto him as fiercely as he was holding on to me. “All the time. I like you, Rook Craven.”

Then he kissed me once more, this time delicate and candy, his fingers turning from possessive to soothing, mild, caressing over my complete physique. His kiss turned playful, biting and nipping, however softly, his lips tender. After which he pulled again, staring into my eyes. For therefore lengthy, I might solely breathe.

And in that second, we shared one thing that phrases couldn’t substitute. A glance of hope, of affection, of…lastly figuring out the place we belonged—with one another.

CHAPTER 51

Rook

Darkish brown eyes met mine from throughout the row of line cooks in Santo Sabor, an area Dominican restaurant.

Two weeks after Saul’s demise, I acquired a observe to fulfill an nameless particular person right here at eleven p.m., sharp.

It was written in the identical handwriting because the one I would acquired earlier than Douglass died, telling me to ask him about Greybone Property.

The temptation to fulfill the one that began my journey via hell and again was too nice. And, not one to run into clandestine conferences unprepared, I carried my favourite Glock, on the prepared on my hip.

Regardless that the kitchen was busy, nobody gave me a second look. The scent of boiled yuca, mashed plantains, and deep-fried catfish stuffed my nostril as I made my manner via the kitchen. It was a maze of flame and slicing stations. White uniforms splattered with meals and blood, sweat and tears.

“Emerson.” I needed to admit, I used to be stunned to see him right here, nearly to the purpose that, if I believed in coincidences, I might have thought this to be one.

“Rook… Undergrove, is it?” he requested, his tone darkish.

I pressed my lips right into a agency line. “How lengthy have you ever recognized my actual title?”

He studied me, taking a second to reply, his posture inflexible and stiff.

After a second, he reached into his swimsuit pocket and I stiffened, my hand edging in the direction of my very own gun.

“Contact that and each single particular person on this kitchen will kill you.”

I glanced round to see that everybody was now observing me.

I raised each my arms in an indication of give up, although I had no intention of taking place and not using a combat. If he’d introduced me right here to kill me, I would not hesitate to take out as many individuals as doable with me.

My eyes went to his hand, ready in tight anticipation as he pulled out…a darkish gray envelope.

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