“You’ve just made someone very happy, so I’d like to return the favor. Step out of bed and turn around,” he commands.
Biting my lip, I get on my feet, and Brandon hastily spins me around, then bends me over the bed. I gasp at his aggressiveness. He then cups my sex and lunges two fingers into me. My eyes flutter shut as his fingertips slowly fumble with my G-spot, and as he does so, he nips on my nape.
“Oh, my god…” I cry out.
“So ready… and so fucking wet.” His voice grows raw, and I moan when he pulls his fingers out.
“No!” I beg breathlessly. “Please…”
“Weren’t you curious about what I thought of you the first time I saw you?” His hands slip up my belly, up to my breast, and masterfully massage me with his thumb brushing on my erect nipple.
“W-what…”
“That you’re a strong woman—opposite of the person you thought you were,” he murmurs roughly as his palms squeeze my breast.
“Well, y-you might be wrong,” I almost cry in pleasure.
“No, I wasn’t.” He plucks my nipple between his fingers. “You naturally made me want to own you. I wanted you the first time I saw you, Alayna. I was ready to give the rules to you. That’s one thing you need to put in your head.”
“S-stop… just take me,” I implore eagerly.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“I want you!” I cry out once more when he cups my sex again.
“Here?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Be specific. I won’t do anything against your will. You will tell me exactly areLooking back, I don’t remember, nor did I feel powerless in Brandon’s hands. Yes, he broke me when he left. I almost lost myself, but never did he disrespect me. He loved me, protected me, and cherished me. Brandon only did what was best for everyone, and he was never selfish.
I utterly understood what he meant now. I close my eyes. “My mind messed up with me when the devil came back, but I am not the person that the devil made me.”
“That’s it,” Brandon says softly. “You are notI hesitate to answer. “I am… I’m…”
“Yes, love?”
“I am the woman you proposed to.”
“Uh-huh.” He chuckles. “Yes, but aside from that.”
“I am…” I hesitate. “I am Alayna Hart—the woman you met behind a glass wall. A survivor, a successful career woman, and I am my family’s champion,” I say, still unsure if I answered him correctly.
“Exactly. You are a strong-willed woman who saved this unredeemable man from his misery. That is the kind of person you are. Resilient, thoughtful, decisive, sometimes stubborn, but I love everything about you. But in case you have forgotten, we can ask my cousins.”
I laugh pleasantly, then nod. My eyes swell from bliss.
He was mistaken. Drake was mistaken. I know because my life after I’ve been through—here I am standing and fighting with the man I love. What I had with him was not real. It’s all based on fear, manipulation, and pain. What Brandon and I have is “Now tell me again. What is it that you want?”
“Make love to me…” I request impatiently. “Please. I want you to love me.”
He kisses my head. “That’s it, love. This isn’t just fuckingHe tilts my head, then I meet his blistering kiss, and his tongue ravages my mouth. The kiss’s finesse is always different from the previous one—raw and feverish. I groan as my arousal heightens quickly to the scorching point. I grasp my arms around his neck, my fingernails digging into his flesh that I know he won’t mind.
“Ever since that day, I couldn’t wait to meet you face to face,” he says between our lips.
“But you made me wait,” my voice is uneven.
“I was contemplating, but you won anyway,” he teases, smiling.
Brandon spreads my legs and positions himself over me. I wrap my thighs around his waist, but when he’s about to enter me, I hold his fully erected shaft, which size always surprises me.
“Let me,” I request.
He holds his breath, and I feel his body tense. Slowly, he bends down, and I carefully point the tip of his cock to my opening. I grip Brandon’s arms as I let him leisurely thrust into me. One sleek lunge, and I’m already completely full of him.
I keep my eyes closed as I sense his presence strongly burning into me when he begins to move.
“You’re so warm inside,” he says tightly as he rams his hips carefully, and precisely that it makes me impatient. “I’m not sure I can hold back.”
“You don’t have to,” I whisper sorely. I move my hips forward. “I need… I need you…”
“You need what, darling?”
“I want it hard. Please.”
After my hint, and without an ounce of mercy, Brandon takes control of our lovemaking—takes control of my body. He surges inside of me powerfully. His throbbing cock buried so deeply into my womb, stretching me open. A great deal of pleasure parades all over my body.
I sob softly, muttering how perfect and how delicious it is what he does to me. I am wringing inside, and the cause of it is the sorts of pleasure I only found with him. The sensations are building and building with each aggressive thrust of his hips. Every stroke of his cock, in and out, feels magnificent. My pussy is clenching his wild erection until I reach an earth-shattering orgasm I can feel in every root of my body.
Brandon doesn’t stop, though, and my body continues to quiver. I’m entirely floating in the sky, somewhere he too is with me when he shouts his own release. Instinctively, I caress his chest soothingly, and he gives me one last surge before collapsing on top of me.
“I love you,” I whisper tenderly as I tangle my fingers in his hair. “I love you so much.”
“I know.” He jerks himself up and gazes into my eyes. “I know, love.” He brushes his lips against mine deeply, then he lays slumped next to me. He pulls me to his side, and we entangle our bodies together—skin to skin and sweat to sweat. His heartbeat is racing as well as his breath. “On the other hand, I can’t completely blame him,” he suddenly adds.
“What?”
“You are sweet, so beautiful, so passionate, and you always make me hard.” He groans wildly. “It makes me jealous he’s still after what’s already mine. You just make someone so crazy.”
My cleft begins to swell again. “We’re not talking about him again ever, Brandon,” I say bravely for the first time, and I’m not sure where I got the courage overnight. I look up at my fiancé’s beautiful face.
“And you won’t have to worry about anything. Your business is mine now, love.”
“It’s okay,” I say boldly. “I won’t mind anymore. I just want to be with you for the rest of my life.” The typical me would argue with him, but this meHis expression looks relieved. “I’m glad we’re finally on the same page,” he says huskily, tilting my chin so he can kiss my nose, then my lips.
“Just promise me you won’t get your hands dirty, Brandon.”
“When have I ever?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Just promise me.”
“Alright, but that isn’t exactly what I should promise you.” He plants a light kiss on my hair and draws me even closer to him. I go to his arms eagerly, humming at the pleasant sensation of his body against mine.
“Then what is?”
“What I can promise you is to share everything I am and give everything I have for you,” he says softly. “We might not have had a proper start, but this time is different. I will be with you in every fight, but like I said, if you let me.”
I nod. “I will let you. Do you promise not to leave me? Not anymore?”
“Darling, that’s why I put that ring on your finger.” He clears his throat. “After this trip, move in with me, Alayna,” he proposes almost impatiently. “Because I promise to share my life with you. Will you?”
I smile in satisfaction, burying my face on his chest. No one has made my heart flutter the way he does. He’s the only one. “I will share everything with you too.” I tighten my arms around his waist. “But only if we tell our families.”
He laughs. “Fine, only then.”