A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(52)

“Are you sure? We can stop right here, we don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to. I can wait until you are ready,” Jared whispered into my mouth, a moan slipped past my lips from him breaking our kiss.

“I’m sure. I want to give myself to you. I want our bodies to connect and become one again. Please, Jared. Give this to me.” I whispered right back to him, reassuring him this was indeed what I wanted. What I crave, desire, and need as I wrapped my hand around his hardness. A roar escaped his lips, like a lion sending out a warning. It was rough and hard, vibrating through my body and going straight to my core as I squeezed him.

I stroked him once, twice, three times before his head snapped back and his eyes closed. I watched him get lost in the feeling of my hand enclosing him as I moved up and down his length. It was like the gun range all over again, a sexual aphrodisiac making me feel powerful.

The palms of his hands heated my skin while they ran down the sides of my body to the back of my thighs, causing a shiver to run through me as he lifted me off the floor. My arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. We stared into each other’s eyes as he turned us around. Our bodies went down, and I hit the cushions of the chair softly, his body covering mine.

“You are what my heart longs for every single second of every day,” he whispered the words to me as he entered me completely at a leisurely pace. I could feel every inch of him as he moved slowly inside of me, the pain mixed with pleasure, answering my carnal desires.

Forehead to forehead, our moans filled each other’s mouth. His body was slick against mine, sweat beading over our flesh. His strokes gentle, yet powerful as he owned not only my body but also my soul. All of it and every single touch of his skin rubbing against my flesh made this moment so very passionate.

My thighs squeezed him closer, my core clenching tighter as he encircled my body with his. Driving in deep, pulling out easy. Over and over again. My nails dug into his back, his teeth nibbling on my shoulder as he rotated his hips. This was us… us giving ourselves to each other, I thought to myself as my body tingled from the inside out. It started as a tiny flicker of a flame in the pit of my stomach, flowing outward as a flush covered my body.

His breaths came louder, his hand gripping tighter as every one of my senses became overwhelmed by him. He didn’t stop, not when I let go. Not when my body became wild and not when I felt as if I were flying free.

I was sensually wanton, moaning loudly, and begging for more as he whispered “You’re my light, angel” and even then, he never stopped moving inside of me. He just kept going, reigniting my body all over again.

He made love to me, with not only his body, but with his words. Pushing me to the limits, making me feel like I had never felt before. Gentle and rough at the same time he brought me back to who I was. He made me realize what it was I had found in him. He made me feel what it was like to love someone and to be loved in returned.

I didn’t ever have to fight the darkness alone again, and the days when I felt it would take me under, he was there shining his light on me just as I did for him. We were flawed but real, and our love, intense and raw.

We overcame it all.

We survived the injustice.





Chapter Thirty-One


Isabella

I paced the living room floor, my feet wearing a path through the carpet. I was so nervous Alzerro would say no, so nervous I would have to stay in confinement for the rest of my life.

“Rest easy, angel. It’s all going to be okay, I promise.” Jared comforted me with soothing words even if he knew there was a chance it wouldn’t sway our way. It had been a few months since I had escaped hell and then almost lost Jared. I went to therapy every day and was on track, feeling better about myself and learning to let go of the past. Part of that letting go was getting closure from my parents. I had never been given that chance, and now… well, now, I wanted to take it.

Jared’s ringtone blared loudly, and I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes honing in on his phone as he answered it and smiled at me. He was sitting on the couch—all cool, calm, and collected, while I… I was what Bree would call a hot mess.

“Okay. Yes. I know.” Jared rambled on, the time he stayed on the phone seemed to drag on with each word. My heart was beating out of my chest, my palms sweaty. I felt like I was breaking out of prison or something.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her.” My breathing slowed as Jared hung up the phone.

“Out with it,” I ordered. His face held no emotion so I couldn’t go off that. He continued to stare into my eyes, void of any and all emotion before a cheesy smile spread across his face. I knew then I was truly free.

“He said the Witness Protection Program has released you. There is no longer a risk to your life.” He shot up from the couch, wrapping his arms around me. As happy as I was, I realized just what this all meant.

“Did he…” I paused, I was so afraid to ask, having been told no numerous times.

“He said it’s your choice if you want to call them. You can’t let them know where you are though, and you are only allowed to call them once…” He gripped my cheeks tightly, forcing me to stare directly at him. “I think it’s the closure you need to move on.” His eyes twinkled in the lighting. This had been the plan after all, to move on from the past. I needed to learn to let go of the pain, to forgive even if they weren’t sorry. Allowing hate to rent space in my mind was giving people the power to destroy me without them even knowing. I couldn’t allow that to happen anymore.