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I can’t help my smile.
“Well, you shouldn’t go around kidnapping young ladies.”
He snorts.
“You sound like Travis.”
“Wait. How many times have you done this?”
“Never.” Maddox frowns. “Once.” He corrects, then shifts his body and props his elbow under his head. “I want to make sure you understand this. You’re free to leave. I want you tostay forever and spend your life with me. God, I’m so fucking in love with you, but I’m a possessive man and that might be smothering.”
He loves me.
This beautiful and powerful man loves me.
“If another man even looks at you, I’ll kill him. But youarefree.”
My heart flares like a supernova as he bares his own to me. A hint of almost nervousness appears in his eyes as he awaits my response.
“I don’t want to leave.”
He takes my hand and kisses my fingers.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Kyra.”
“No. I need this. I want you to be the man whose touch I feel. No one else’s.”
I take his hand and lower it to my breast and watch fire explode like it’s the Fourth of July in those piercing silver eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTY
MADDOX
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I stand across the road in the shadows and pull the phone away from my ear, then slide it into my pocket. My hands follow.
The night air is chilly, and I can see my breath in the air.
How appropriate for a murder scene.
A week ago, Kyra let me make love to her. It started gentle, something I’m not good at, and she berated me for it.
“Touch me, damn you. Properly.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I rasped.
“If you don’t, I will find someone else that will.” Kyra pushed at my chest.
Rage erupted, and I pushed her back down on the bed. “No one, and I mean no fucking one, is touching you. You are mine!”
“Then prove it. Fuck me.”
A growl ripped from my chest as I plucked her nipple with my teeth and pulled her legs apart. My mouth crashed onto her pussy, and I sucked her flesh with such passion you’d think I was a dying man needing water.
Or her juices.