Part 5 (1/2)

”That isn't what it looks like,” I state, taking a step towards her. ”Do not ever question the depth of emotions I feel for you. I would never disrespect you or us like that.”

Her eyes search my face, and she swallows before lowering her face towards her phone again. For a moment, I wonder if whoever is doing this has won, if they have succeeded in taking away the most important thing in my life. Then her phone clicks off, her eyes meet mine, and I see that she's still with me, and the knot in my stomach unravels.

”I will find out who's doing this and bury them,” I vow, turning towards Bernard. ”I want to know who was here and how the f.u.c.k they got in. In the meantime, I'm taking Chloe to my house upstate. I want three men with us. I expect that, by the time I talk to you next, you have some kind of lead,” I tell him before turning back to Chloe and holding out my hand for her.

She takes it and I pull her up off the couch.

”Is Ricket driving you?” Bernard asks.

My first instinct is to say yes, but I think driving may help ease what I'm currently feeling. ”I'm driving,” I reply, picking up my briefcase and car keys from the table beside the door.

As soon as we're inside, I press the b.u.t.ton for the garage then pull Chloe closer, rubbing her back. Her body melts into mine and I press a kiss to the top of her head while taking a deep breath of her scent. As soon as the elevator doors open, I turn left and head straight to my favorite car: my Aston Martin Vanquish.

”I had no idea you even owned a car,” Chloe says quietly while putting on her safety belt.

”Seven,” I inform her, starting up the engine, the loud roar bouncing off the concrete walls.

”Seven?” She looks at me questionably.

”Seven cars, Beautiful.”

”You never drive,” she states, looking at me like I'm crazy.

”In the city, no, but when I go to my house upstate, I drive.”

”I didn't even know you owned a house upstate,” she mumbles.

”There was no reason to bring it up. I haven't been to my old house in months. I have always stayed in the city. But my parents live near there and insisted I buy it when the market bottomed out. They wanted somewhere for me to raise a family that was close to them. I'm sure we would have gone sometime soon. My mother can only be put off for so long. You know she has been chomping at the bit to meet you since you answered my phone when you saw her name appear on the caller ID.” I smile at the memory.

”Who keeps their parents saved in their phone under their real names?” she mutters, and despite the situation, I can't help but laugh.

”She got a good laugh out of it.” I squeeze her hand.

”In all fairness, there were a lot of girls calling before that.” She sighs.

”Then you came along and I couldn't see past you. I still can't see past you.”

”I love you.” She places her hand on mine. The words ”I love you” always feel so inadequate for what I feel for her.

”Love you too, Beautiful.” I bring her hand to my mouth and press a kiss there. ”I don't want you worrying. I want you to trust me to take care of you and to keep you safe.”

”I just wish I knew why all of this is happening.”

”You were right earlier. This has nothing to do with you. This is all because of me.”

”What did you do?”

”I'm not sure, Angel, but in life, sometimes all you have to do is be breathing in order to p.i.s.s people off.”

”That makes no sense,” she replies softly, leaning her head over onto my shoulder.

The rest of the drive is silent, with Chloe asleep while I go over potential suspects in my head. I know I have made enemies doing the work I do, but none of them would ever be so personal in their revenge. Women of my past flash through my head, but I can't see any of them doing this.

My mind keeps venturing towards Maxine, the way she has acted and the things she's said to me regarding Chloe, but I believe my relations.h.i.+p with her father would deter her from doing anything like this. I have no main suspect, no real reason for this turn of events. Nothing like this ever occurred when I dated in the past.

We pull up to my house after an hour, and Chloe sleepily lifts her head when I move her to punch in the code for the gate.

”This isn't a house,” she says.

I turn my head to look at the structure in front of us. It's all brick, with three-story, white pillars that line the front porch. It's ten thousand square feet, eight bedrooms, nine baths, with a rec room and two large living rooms.

”I know it's big, but I plan to fill every room in that house with a kid someday.”

”And who exactly is going to have that many kids?”

”You.” I smile when I see her shake her head out of the corner of my eye while I pull into the garage.

”Do I get a say in it?” Chloe asks, raising an eyebrow.

”You had a say the first night I walked you home. That was the time for you to run, but instead, you took my hand and let me get a taste of you. Now, I'm f.u.c.king addicted, and now, not even you can stop me from getting what I want,” I declare.

She surprises me by leaning over and pressing a kiss to my lips before quickly getting out of the car. I turn off the engine and shut the door for the garage while I'm still in the car, and then I unhook my belt before opening the door and getting out. Chloe is standing at the rear of the car as I pull off my suit jacket, laying it over the trunk then pulling my belt loose. I hold it in one hand while the other one grabs Chloe around the waist, jerking her towards me.

”My beautiful angel,” I mutter, cras.h.i.+ng my mouth down onto hers while pulling her hands behind her back.

Her moan is the exact sound I want to hear as I use my belt to quickly bind her hands. Once she's bound, I lift her, placing her on my jacket.

”Nolan,” she gasps as I slip her shoes off. Then I rip open her jeans, pull them over her hips, and toss them to the ground behind me.

”No talking,” I snarl as I lift her legs from behind her knees and pull her a.s.s towards the edge. ”Do you see, Chloe?” I growl, using my fingers under her chin to pull her face towards me. ”Do you understand that, when you continue to give yourself to me willingly, you constantly feed the addiction I have for you?” I travel my hands up her thighs, to her waist, then up under her s.h.i.+rt, pulling it over her head in the process. ”But, for you, there is no cure, no treatment,” I rumble against her mouth, licking it before licking down her neck to the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pulling down the cups of her bra, and then stepping back to look at her.

”Open,” I say, placing my thumb in her mouth, swirling it around her tongue. Once it's coated nicely, I pull it free, immediately placing it on her c.l.i.t, using her saliva and juices for lubrication smoothly to circle it. ”Put your feet on the trunk and stay open for me,” I order, never stopping my ministrations.

Once she's positioned like I want, I kiss her in approval, showing her what I will soon be doing with my mouth to her p.u.s.s.y. She cries out as I twist her nipple while thrusting deep into her soaking-wet s.e.x. I slowly pull away from the kiss so I can watch her face as she comes.

Her p.u.s.s.y tightens around my fingers as her eyes roll back into her head. Before her o.r.g.a.s.m even pa.s.ses, I lower my face, keeping my rhythm deep inside her while swallowing all of her juices. When her body begins to tremble, I know she is going to go over again, so I make a quick decision, using one hand to pull myself free.

My c.o.c.k is rock hard, throbbing with antic.i.p.ation, knowing that, soon, it will be surrounded by hot, wet silk. There is nothing better than being inside her, nothing better than knowing that her p.u.s.s.y was made to take only my c.o.c.k. Since taking her virginity, I swear my c.o.c.k was designed to fit inside her like the perfect puzzle piece.

I thrust slowly at first, then faster, watching my length disappear. Her t.i.ts are bouncing over the top of her bra with each thrust. Her knees start to shake as her p.u.s.s.y begins to ripple around my girth, and when I know she's on the verge of coming, I pull out and bury my face between her legs so she can o.r.g.a.s.m on my tongue. Then I stand, sliding back inside her hard and fast, making the car rock.

Her cry of ecstasy eggs me on, making me f.u.c.k into her wildly until my b.a.l.l.s draw up and I force her face to mine.

”One more. Give me one more,” I growl, forcing my tongue down her throat as long jets of come shoot off inside her, filling her womb with my seed, setting off her third o.r.g.a.s.m.