Page 136 of Restitution

My spine tingles, my vision blurs, and I press my forehead to the wall and grit my teeth. My muscles pull taut all over my body as a wave of euphoria smacks into me, pulsing through my orgasm. She drinks every drop of my cum, her throat contracting around my cock as I sink deeper, until she taps my leg and I pull out of her to let her breathe.

Stacey wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. “We were definitely loud there. You moaned!” she whisper-hisses.

Did I? Damn.

Tucking my dick back into my shorts, I grin down at her still on her knees, her eyes red, her cheeks wet, lips swollen. I pull out my phone, open the camera app and take a photo. “I’ll put this in our locked folder.” I turn the screen around. “Look how beautiful you are with my cum dripping down your chin.”

I’ve grabbed some recordings and pictures of us. After getting her agreement obviously. I wanted her to experience something different from what her piece-of-shit stepbrother did to her, replacing the memory of that with images and clips of us. Me on her, her riding me, me bending her over and her sucking my dick while I eat her out. We even have videos of us kissing, her smiling at me and sleeping in each other’s arms.

The boys would call me a pussy if they saw those ones, but anything for my girlfriend.

She rolls her eyes and takes my hand to get to her feet. “If anyone ever sees what’s in that folder, I’ll kill you.”

That’s twice she’s threatened my life in the space of ten minutes.

“You didn’t answer me,” I say, pulling her to me. “Make myshitty life a little better by being Stacey Mitchell.” I kiss the tip of her nose then her forehead. “Please? I’ll wear a kilt to our wedding, and Kyle can walk you down the aisle.”

Her cheeks go red. “And what if people ask how you proposed to me?”

I shrug. “Tell them the truth.”

I haven’t seen a future with Stacey at all, but the protection order gives us both hope. So fucking sue me if I want to marry Stacey and have a family, to grow old together – I have the chance to.

She laughs and slaps my chest.

It’s been nearly nine weeks since the order was put in place, and all we’ve been doing is making up for lost time. I didn’t think it was possible to fallmorein love with her, but I certainly have.

When I’m not pounding her, I’m training my guys on the grounds. Armed officers, Russians and my own team have all united. They take turns in shifts. Guarding and on watch. Two helicopters circling the perimeter. One mine, the other belonging to Police Scotland. There’s a rota for who patrols where and when, and when they aren’t working, they’re training, or resting.

Barry’s still with his family in the safe house, but he’s constantly in contact. He sent me a picture of his daughter yesterday, holding an ultrasound scan of Barry’s next baby, due in six months.

Luciella, Tylar and Stacey are always in the new studio or doing girly shit in my sister’s room. I’ve had to argue with my twin far too many times to let me see Stacey when I’ve been bored and the dogs give me no attention.

Nikita is always with her main bodyguard. She follows Base around like a puppy and plays the happy wife around everyone, but when it’s just them, Base tells us that she cries and begs him tolet her go back to Russia.

The bodyguard who keeps giving Base shit is Nikita’s father’s right-hand man. I want to rip his head off. But I think there’s something going on between him and Nikita – I can tell by the way they look at each other.

Luciella has kept her distance completely. If she walks into a room and Base is there, she’ll leave. She won’t sit for dinner because his wife is there, and that usually means Stacey and Tylar eat in a different dining room with her. It’s a pain in the ass, but I understand. I couldn’t handle seeing Stacey married to someone else. And even if she was, I’d still fuck her, sneak into broom cupboards and kiss her until we can’t breathe. I’d still be hers.

Dez has been trying to work with us, but he’s useless, in the nicest way possible. He’s too normal and careful and fucking sensitive. He can’t hold a gun right or use a blade and has no idea how to follow orders.

Ewan, fuck, he’s a tank for his age. I always knew he was fit and could fight. He’s so far beaten everyone I’ve partnered him up with to a pulp with his fists. Losing Jason has changed him. He’s angrier. I see it all over his face.

Stacey opens the closet door slightly and peeks out. “No one’s here.” She steps out and turns to me. “I’m going to sit with Luciella and Tylar and watch movies. My phone is in the bedroom. I’ll see you at lunch?”

Tilting my head, I laugh. “Did you just use me again?”

She raises a brow. “You’re the one who dragged me in there. Maybe you used me?”

I shake my head and close the distance between us, taking her jaw and swiping my thumb across her still-swollen lips. “I wantedto fuck you.”

“A few more days,” she replies, reaching up on her tiptoes to give me a chaste kiss. “Then I’m all yours.”

“Can I fuck you tonight? It’s only blood. I’ll clean it up.”

“No, Kade. We aren’t having sex.”

I groan, imagining all the positions I’ll put her in when she’s no longer bleeding. “Fine.”