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His eyes burn with desire the intensity in them mesmerising.

My breath hitches and my soul moans as he presses his cock at my entrance and moves in slow. Every inch of him makes itself known as he pushes in deep, scraping my tender flesh, owning every part of me.

His eyes burn as he possesses me. It’s super hot watching him, our reflection above. The scent of sex, lust and desperation mix as he thumps me back against the sheets. My hands reaching out and gripping them hard.

My eyelids flicker and he growls, “Eyes on me, baby.”

I force them open, my pussy burning as he stretches it wide. In and out. Slow, then hard. My back thumping against the sheets, my face burning from the pressure of his hands.

My mind blows, my pussy clenches and I come hard, my orgasm raining down, soaking his shaft. My limbs turn to Jello. My breathing deserts me as I become his in every way.

His gaze is powerful, almost brutal, as he dances in my ruin, taking every part of me. In and out, hard, then fast, and he hisses, “Grab my balls, baby.”

Reaching down, I grip them hard and he shoots so hard I push back, his roar of release almost primal, echoing back at me in the elegant cabin.

It’s a hall of mirrors in here, every single image is his as he pushes in harder and faster. Sweat rolling down his back as I cling onto his balls, squeezing them dry, taking it all from him.

He grips my face, his hands pulling me close. I hear his heart beating, feel it racing against my chest. His body jerking as he continues to pump endless cum inside my wrecked pussy.

I slump forward, my face pressed against his slick chest, and as his fingers tangle in my hair, he kisses the side of my head and whispers, “I’ve got you, baby.”

I don’t believe anyone has ever said that to me before. I’ve been on my own for so long now, I kind of got used to the loneliness. Tears spill onto his chest as I appreciate what that means. He’s got me. I’m not on my own anymore. Why does that mean so much?

CHAPTER 44

ANGEL

Two weeks later

Gabriel is pissed. Then again, he always is and as I take my seat, he growls, “Why do you keep on canceling?”

I’m aware he’s referring to bringing Sophie here to meet him, and I roll my eyes.

“Why rock the boat?”

I smirk at my choice of words and he shakes his head.

“Why would meeting me rock the boat?”

“Because she’s an intelligent woman, and I’ve worked hard to steer her away from her initial request to kill Johnathan Powell.”

“What you really mean is, you worked hard to keep Angel away from her.”

He’s not wrong and I park the unease growing inside me.

Sophie is now living with me.

She still has her mansion and her home at the beach, but we sleep in my penthouse and act like any normal couple after a day at work.

I have never been so happy.

I suppose that’s why I don’t want anything to change. If Sophie knew the truth, she would walk away, and I’d probably never see her again.

I’ve just found her. I can’t lose her just as fast.

“You haven’t thought this through, have you?”

Gabriel sighs, his usual frown strangely haunted today.