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Penn

M ila’s body moves beneath mine like it was made for me—soft, warm, completely yielding. I brace a hand to the mattress, the other sliding to her thigh as I nudge her legs farther apart, needing space I don’t deserve but plan to take anyway.

My mouth drags across hers—not a mere kiss, but a claiming—and the ache to be inside her is a physical thing now, clawing at me to get out. But I’m also enjoying this change of pace… slow and unhurried, as if we don’t have the past chasing us.

The first press of my cock against her heat nearly undoes me.

She lifts for me, hips tilted, welcoming me like she’s been waiting her whole life for this. I drive in slow, deliberate, the tight pull of her body wrapping around me, stretching for me, squeezing the air from my lungs.

It feels obscene. It feels perfect.

I bury deep in a single push, the pulse of her walls around me triggering every primal instinct I have to claim, to possess, to brand her with every thrust.

When I start to move, a guttural sound tears from my throat. Nothing controlled. Nothing civilized. Just raw need and I don’t hold back.

Her knees press into my sides, framing me, caging me to her. I shift, bracing one hand at the back of her thigh, forcing her open wider so I can sink deeper.

And fuck me—watching it is worse. Watching where we’re joined, the slow retreat, the slide back in, wet and perfect, has my head spinning.

“Fuck, this feels good,” I growl against her ear and she shivers in my arms.

I lift slightly, dragging my mouth down the column of her throat as my hips grind into her. I’m lost… heaving at the sharp edge of control.

Pressure builds, relentless and coiling, but I fight it back. I’m not ready to let go yet. Not until I drag her with me.

My rhythm stays steady, harder now, rougher, because I know she can take it—hell, she thrives on it. Mila’s tough and she’s a fighter.

The way her body clenches around me—tight, fluttering—tells me she’s close, but not quite there yet.

I want her undone.

I want her wrecked.

I pull back just enough, capturing her hand in mine, guiding it between us. Not a request. Not a suggestion.

“Touch yourself,” I rasp before giving her neck a tiny bite.

Mila’s eyes pop open in surprise, her gaze traveling down between our bodies where I’m forcing her fingers against her clit. She looks back to me in question. “Do it,” I growl.

Those beautiful eyes flash with heat and my jaw locks as she grants my dirty wish, her body tensing beneath me. She moves in slow circles at first, clearly a little hesitant. But then her body takes over and instinct kicks in.

My hips pick up speed. Harder. Deeper. My eyes are pinned to her hand, working magic against her clit, and she makes tiny cries of pleasure with every pass. The muscles in my body strain to hold the line and then—fucking hell—she shatters so prettily. “Oh God,” she cries out. “Penn.”

Her body tightens, arches, clenches around me like a vise as her orgasm hits. She’s wild beneath me, shaking, writhing, and I feel the sharp ripple of her release grip me from within.

It breaks me.

I rear up, palms locking behind her knees, lifting her hips clean off the bed. My thrusts turn punishing, brutal, no finesse left in me at all—just raw, desperate power driving me into her.

It only takes a few strokes before my release slams into me like a freight train, relentless and vicious, wringing every ounce of strength from my body as I lose myself inside her.

I groan deep in my chest, a sound I barely recognize, as my orgasm surges, pumping into her until there’s nothing left but the ragged echo of my breath.

Slowly, I lower Mila back to the mattress, my body folding over hers. My arms wrap around her, not because I’m strong, but because I need her to hold me together.

My face presses into her neck, heart hammering like I just went to war.

And maybe I did.

Because nothing’s ever felt like this before.

I roll to my side, taking her with me and settle her against my body. As a man who’s spent a lot of time alone in bed, I thought it might be strange to share it. Rather than cramp my space, I can’t seem to get her close enough.

Our breathing returns to normal and all is quiet. I wonder what she’s thinking, because no matter how deep my feelings are getting, doubt always creeps in.

So I simply ask, “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Mila traces a lazy finger over my stomach. “I was thinking about Peter.”

I grimace. She can’t see my face, but I’m sure she can hear it. “Not sure I like you thinking about your brother after we just fucked our brains out.”

Mila lifts her head, gives me a chastising look. “Not him particularly, just the entire idea of him helping us to take down Jace.”

Admittedly, I don’t want to give the bastard any credit, but if it weren’t for him, we’d be nowhere right now. Still, I find myself saying, “I don’t trust him.”

Mila laughs softly, putting her head back on my chest. “Me either. But we’re one step closer to ending this.”

“Mmm,” is all I say, not wanting to talk about Peter or Jace or anything that threatens my newfound happiness.

“I am worried though,” she says, and my hand tightens on her waist. “Kynan said that even if we pin those threats on him, they won’t get him in much trouble. A slap on the wrist and he’ll be coming right back for us.”

“We’ll worry about that when—”

“We should set up a trap,” Mila interrupts.

Anger burns hot in my chest and I gently slide away from her, rolling off the bed. “You’re not going to be fucking bait, Mila.” I bend over, grab my boxer briefs and drag them on.

“But—”

I turn away from her and walk out of the room, not willing to entertain this. I thought I’d shut that shit down.

I hear her scramble off the bed to follow me and I’m all the way in the kitchen when she catches up. I keep my back to her as I grab a water from the fridge and holy hell, does she lay into me.

Her voice is high pitched, nearly hysterical. “You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do.” I press a hand onto the counter, bow my head as she rails at me. “This is my life and I’ll do what I think is necessary. Besides, I’m sure I’d be perfectly safe—”

“No, you wouldn’t,” I roar, turning around to face her. “And yes, it’s your life but you’re now part of my life and I don’t want to see you get hurt, so you’re not fucking doing it.”

Mila pales, her eyes rounding in fright. It’s only then that I realize she’s stark naked, milky white skin glowing in the shadows, her curves a silhouette. I just had her and I want her again.

Her intonation is shaky as she takes me to task. “Please don’t talk to me that way.”

I inhale slowly, rake my fingers through my hair in agitation. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I couldn’t bear it if something happened to—” Mila barrels into me. “Oooph.”

She squeezes me tight, cheek pressed to my chest. “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you either.”

My arms band around her as I press a kiss to the top of her head.

Her naked body turns me on beyond measure, and yet I’m content to just hold her.

“Nothing’s going to happen to me or you.

Your brother is going to get what he needs from Jace and Jameson will handle it, and then you and I are free to lead our lives. ”

“Together?” she asks, and the question is out and can’t be taken back.

I don’t hesitate to answer. “Together.”

Mila’s head lifts, her mouth parted slightly. What’s a man to do but kiss it?

It’s when her hand palms my dick that I realize I’m fully charged and ready to go again. I pick her up and carry her back to my bed, and hopefully I’ll keep her busy enough there will be no more talk about trapping Jace.