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“What’s my job, then,” I moan as he bottoms out inside me.

He holds us like this, me filled with his cock. “This is your job,” and then he swirls his hips. “Making this place a home, that’s your job. Taking care of Darius. Going to school, that can be your job too, if that’s what you want.”

He pulls out again, only to slam into me and I cry out it feels so good. “But the dangers this life brings, Honeyeh, those are mine alone.”

His other hand circles my waist, keeping my body in his control as he pulls out and thrusts back in.

“But I love you,” I cry. His answers by folding over my back, kissing just below my ear.

“I know, baby. And that matters. But I never want to see you at the business end of a pistol again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

I’m rewarded when his hand leaves my hair, and slides down my front, tweaking one of my nipples before he runs his hand over my belly and then settles it between my lips again.

When he tweaks my clit, I scream, the feeling so strong, I nearly cum.

And then he sets a punishing pace, setting my body on fire, until I’m sure I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces.

We climb higher and higher, the sight of Triston’s rippling muscles in the mirror only making me that much hotter as I clamp down on him, crying out his name.

And I then I break.

He pumps into me a couple more times and he cums too, letting out a roar that shakes the house as he does.

I collapse against the mirror, instantly fogging the glass.

He presses to my back, kissing a trail along my shoulder. “Jesus, Honeyeh.”

“I know,” I close my eyes and enjoy the cool feeling of the mirror and his warmth at my back.

It takes a minute for both of us to recover, but Triston finally pulls me into his arms and carries me into the shower.

I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight.

“Is Dimitri a problem that’s been solved?” I ask.

He turns on the water. “Yes. We won’t have that kind of disruption again, I promise.”

I wave my hand. Honestly, I’ll take Triston’s problems over the ones I was facing before. “I trust you.”

He kisses my forehead. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.” I tip my head back and he leans down to kiss my lips as the warm water hits my skin.

I am definitely right where I am meant to be.

EPILOGUE

Triston

The soundof my phone ringing wakes me from a dead sleep. It’s been two days since Dimitri broke into my house.

I will mete out his retribution, I’m just waiting until he gets comfortable, and I’ve retained ownership of his casinos.

I press the answer button. “Hello?”

“Triston?” An unfamiliar male voice asks.