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We laugh together, breaths mingling. He leans back, propping me against him, and my smile slowly fades away.
“I have to say goodbye,” I say. “I want him to see me. Not his disabled sister, someone he was ashamed of. Not a trophy for him to use. I want him to see me as I am. Just me.”
I am no longer a pawn for him, no longer a prize to be dangled in his allies’ faces. He needs to see me as a person with thoughts and emotions outside of his own. Then, I’ll mourn the Bruno name and release the guilt to fully accept my O’Brien family.
“I don’t trust it,” he murmurs, lips against my throat. “If something happens, Christ Sunshine. I won’t survive.”
Neither will the city.
“Do you trust me?” I sign, pouting.
He answers immediately. “Absolutely.”
“Good.”
Standing, I strip off my nightclothes and snap at him. “Pants off.”
Briar kicks out his sweats without a thought, ripping his shirt from his back. His cock is already hard, the piercing catching the light from his monitor.
“Sit.”
He does quickly. The power over him is intoxicating. It’s the same feeling as when he followed my lead at the club. No hesitation, no debate. He follows me because he’d rather be in my light than be cold without it.
His tie from our wedding is on his desk. We should preserve it, but—later. Wrapping it around my fist, I crawl into his lap, legs wide. He inhales sharply, pressing two fingers to my pussy and smirks.
“Already wet?”
My grin is slow, tempting. “What would you do to feel me, Briar?”
He grows suddenly serious. “Anything.”
Uncoiling the tie, I place it along his throat, holding it like a leash.
“Still trust me?”
His nails rake down my thighs, a grin spreading his lips wide. “Baby, you could kill me, rip out my heart, and crush it under your heels, and I’d still beg to return to you from the grave. You have my complete trust, my heart, the very breath in my lungs. All of it is yours.”
Tightening the knot, I lift his chin. “Good. Because your breath is mine now.”
My hips move, inching down his length. He tries to look, but I keep the tie high. I want those damn emeralds to shatter as I fully take him inside me.
Groaning, I stretch, accommodating him as a gust of air leaves my lips. His brow furrows, pulse straining in his neck. The green tie around it brings out the darkness in his gaze.
“If it’s too much,” I murmur, chest heaving. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his size. “Give me a safe word.”
His grip crushes my hips, but he doesn’t move.
“Destino,” he says, teeth grinding.
Italian for fate? We’re only here because of it; it’s fitting. Surging forward, I capture his mouth with mine. The kiss is hot and sloppy, and I break it before I lose my focus.
“If you trust me with your life,” I pant, “then you trust me to be safe.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, but he nods. “Yes. I trust you.”
“There’s my good boy,” I whisper, lifting my hips.
He moans as he almost falls out, but I slam back down, a spike of intense pleasure running up from my core. Twisting the tie in my fist, I apply pressure.
