Vengeance (COMPLETED)

Part 26

My head rests against his chest, his arm around me, holding me close. He trails his finger up and down my arm. The heat of his body warms mine. My leg lays over his crotch, gently rubbing his morning wood.

"Stop that," he says. "You're going to turn me on."

"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?" I tease.

"Oh, you want to start trouble, do you?" he chuckles. He reaches his other arm over my body, grabbing hold of my ass. He shakes it up and down. "You're so fucking hot."

"Stop," I laugh. "We don't have time."

"Says who? I can lay here all day, every day."

"That would be nice," I nuzzle deeper into his chest. I love how he smells. I love how he feels. His skin is so soft. He lifts his hand up off my ass to run it through my hair, pressing a kiss against my forehead.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Good," I say. "Tired and hungry, but good. Very good."

"Are you in pain?"

"I feel... raw," There's no other way to describe it. I feel like I've been fucked. "How are you?"

"Happy. Happy and excited."

"No regrets then?"

"None at all," he kisses me again. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. I don't even want it to end. I want to wrap you up and keep you here forever."

"That sounds nice," I can't help but giggle. "I can say here again tonight if you'd like."

"I would love that."

I turn up to look at him. His eyes are filled with joy, a grin on his face. He looks so peaceful. He's dreamy. I could wake up to this every single day for the rest of my life. His hair is messy and his face is all scrunched. I love it. I run my finger over his stubble. I can't stop touching him. It's like I'm obsessed, but he isn't any better. We've forced ourselves apart for too long.

"I'm sorry about last night," I say. "I shouldn't have been so stubborn."

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dismissed you straight away. I just can't stand the thought of you getting hurt. I don't want you to be put in danger for our business."

"It's not just your business. I want this sorted, too. I want him gone so I don't want to worry about this anymore. I want this for you, I want this for Angelis, I want it done."

"We will get it done, I promise you that. I don't want that life for you. I want you to feel safe, and as much as I hate the idea of you being anywhere near him, I do see your logic. If I— If I didn't like you so much, it wouldn't have been an issue. But God, just the thought of you getting hurt... I can't handle it," he shakes his head. "I want nothing more than to keep you safely here with me."

"Atticus..." I give him a reassuring smile. "That's what I want, too. As soon as this is over, that's exactly where I'll be."

He leans down, meeting my lips for a meaningful kiss. My insides are all mush. I can't believe I'm here — in bed with Atticus Stavros. I can't wait to tell Catarina about this. Our kiss is interrupted by a knock on the door. We jump apart, the air tense. We're both still naked, and I'm not supposed to be here.

"I'm busy!" Atticus calls out.

"I'm just coming in to grab my laptop," Angelis opens the door. My panic rises, lifting the sheets up above my chest.

"Hey!" Atticus scolds, shooting upright to hide me behind him, but it's too late. Angelis has already seen me. His brows rise in surprise, a knowing smirk pulling at his lips. "Get out!"

"It finally happened, huh?" he comments.

"Get the fuck out!" Atticus repeats. Angelis doesn't get the hint. He strolls further into the room, grabbing his laptop off the dining table before heading out.

"Have fun!" he calls.

"Jesus Christ," I let out a sigh of relief the second the door shuts. "He has no boundaries."

"I've got to start using the lock on that door," he lays back down, pulling me right back into him.

"Great idea," I laugh.

"I'm taking you out on a date tonight."

"You are?"

"Definitely. We're getting out of here — just you and me, no work and no one else around."

"That sounds perfect."

"Now I just need to figure out how to get through the day without you next to me."

"Oh, you think you're going to struggle?" I snicker. "I doubt I'll be able to focus on anything else."

"Good," he runs his thumb over my cheek. "I like knowing I'm running through your mind."

"You're always on my mind."

"I hope that's not a complaint," he laughs. "I love having you on mine."

"Good," I grin. I press a kiss against his lips. "How are we supposed to act around everyone else? Can I kiss you when we're out there?"

"You better," he responds. "We don't have to hide this. I don't want to. I want everyone to know we're together."

"Are we?" I'm reluctant to ask the question, but I know it's the right thing to do. I need clarification and I need certainty.

"I'd love it if I could call you my girlfriend," he says.

"Really?"

"Or do you think that's too soon?" he asks. "We don't really do girlfriends around here. We court each other and then go straight to marriage, so I'm not sure what the process is."

"I would love to be your girlfriend," I reassure him. I know they do things differently here. He probably expected to have an arranged marriage like his brother, or maybe date someone within the family, not a random American girl. Relationships move fast here, but if we both communicate and compromise, we'll be just fine. "As long as you'd like to be my boyfriend, too."

"Of course," he scoots down on the mattress, turning to face me directly. He searches my eyes. "I couldn't think of anything I want more."

"I could think of something," I smirk. His words excite me. I place my hand on his crotch, wrapping my fingers around his cock.

"Don't you dare," he warns.

"Or what?" I challenge. "You're going to fuck me again?"

"I'll make you wait for it."

"You would never!" I fake a gasp.

"You'll have to wait and see then, won't you?"