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  “Beg me for my cock,” he said.

  Leah was a blushing virgin when she’d met Knox, but he’d taught her to never be ashamed of her body, of her desires. Being with him felt like being on drugs. She’d never used drugs her entire life, but she imagined it would be like this.

  “Fuck me, Knox,” she whispered.

  Smiling, Knox lifted her leg and slid his rock-hard dick inside her. Leah groaned, remembering last night they slept with his cum still inside her. They weren’t using any protection. Sooner or later, Knox was going to knock her up. What then?

  Leah had always wanted to be a mother. To have kids to care for. Kids. Plural. She never thought she’d get the chance because she had been so unlucky with love and she was always busy working.

  Knox thrust in and out of her, fast and deep, making her cry out his name. Each time he entered her, the ridge of his cock brushed against her sensitive clit. Leah gripped his biceps, crying out at his last push. Leah’s vision blurred as she came, chest heaving, breasts brushing against his chest. Knox slid in and out of her a few more times before filling her with his seed.

  She closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Leah opened them again when Knox brushed his lips against hers, his kiss unexpectedly tender.

  “You don’t have to feel lost anymore, kitten. You’re my fucking queen. You can be anyone you want to be.”

  She regarded Knox seriously. “I don’t want to be trapped in a cage. Ever.”

  “I won’t do that to you. I promise,” he said. Leah believed him.

  They hadn’t been together for long but Knox was different from the first time she met him. Her man finally seemed to understand that Leah wouldn’t bend unless she wanted to. If he broke her, he’d lose the woman he fell in love with and neither of them wanted that.

  “You started working right after high school,” he said. “Did you want to go to college? Take classes maybe? Start your own business?”

  “I thought about taking cooking classes. Once upon a time, I dreamed of opening my own café,” she admitted. The last time she’d confessed her forgotten dreams to someone, Larry had laughed at her face. Leah never mentioned it again because it did sound ridiculous. She didn’t even go to college and barely made minimum wage.

  “Then do it. I’ll pay for your classes.” Knox placed a finger to her lips, because he knew her better than she thought. “You can pay me back after. Deal?”

  She threw herself at him without thinking, burying her face into his chest. The entire world might have chosen to believe Knox was a villain. He had probably committed numerous crimes that earned him his black reputation. Leah cared about none of that. Someone had to stand next to Knox, to take his side when no one else would.

  Knox might be a monster, but he was her monster.

  Chapter Twelve

  Knox flicked away a flake of ash that landed on his suit. He continued watching the warehouse burn with some satisfaction. This one wasn’t one of his. It belonged to the Bratva and it housed a shitload of heroin.

  “You look pleased with yourself, boss,” Patrick remarked next to him.

  “There was never any choice. They thought they could get away with stealing from us. We’re just sending back a message,” Knox reminded him.

  Patrick blew out a breath. “You’re right, of course.”

  Knox looked Patrick up and down, noted the dark shadows under his eyes. He’d also lost some weight, Knox noticed. “You look like you could use a break. Go home, Pat. Book a flight somewhere and take it easy for a couple of days.”

  “And miss out on all the fun?”

  They watched the building burn, not speaking.

  Six months had passed since he’d taken Leah. Every day felt like a damn adventure. Knox thought his obsession with her would fade over time, but it was the exact opposite. He wanted her more than ever.

  “I might just take you up on your advice, boss. I’ll take a holiday somewhere warm and exotic. Get a tan,” Patrick said. He retreated to his car.

  Knox could hear police sirens in the distance, but they wouldn’t interfere with his on-going war with the Bratva. They were warned to stay out of their squabbles.

  Knox returned to his car.

  “Where to, Mr. Carter?” Craig asked.

  “Leah.”

  Knox didn’t need to elaborate. Craig drove him to the pastry school Leah was currently attending. School kept her occupied, busy and he’d never seen her happier. Knox had gained a few more pounds since he always volunteered to be her food tester, but he didn’t mind.

  Knox didn’t mention it to Leah, but he had one of his men pose as a janitor to keep a close eye on her at all times. He was possessive of his woman, although he knew Leah could handle herself. Apart from her baking classes, Knox had also convinced her to take self-defense and shooting lessons as well.

  She didn’t put up any resistance. Leah understood that being with a man like Knox also put her in constant danger. Knox was fucking proud of having a goddess like her on his arm. He didn’t hide her from the public’s eye or his enemies. They knew if they messed with Leah, they had hell to pay.

  Knox caught sight of his girl, streaming out of the school’s doors. Leah was smiling, talking to a group of her friends, and holding a container filled with cookies. She waved goodbye to them then headed right for the car.

  Once she slid in the backseat with Knox, she flashed him a wide smile that was almost blinding. Radiant. That was the perfect word to describe her at this very instant. Leah didn’t belong to his world, he always understood that, but she made room in her heart for him.

  Knox pressed the button that raised the divider between them and the driver. He patted his lap. “Come here, kitten.”

  Leah smiled shyly at him. She set her container of cookies on the seat and straddled Knox’s lap. The moment she gripped his shoulders, Knox clasped his hand over the back of her neck, pushing their faces close. He took her mouth and devoured her. Knox thrust his tongue down her throat, loving the feel of her heavy breasts against his chest.

  Knox’s need for her was always insatiable. He wanted to rip that flimsy dress off her and have her right here in the backseat. His windows were tinted, bulletproof. Knox always paid Craig handsomely to be discreet. No one would see or hear them.

  “I fucking missed you,” Knox murmured.

  “You saw me off to school just this morning.”

  “Tell me you didn’t miss me one bit.” Knox ran his fingers down the buttons of her dress and gave her left tit a squeeze. She shifted on his lap and let out a full-throated moan that got Knox’s cock hard in seconds.

  “Then I’d be lying, and we never lie to each other,” she murmured. Leah leaned in close. Knox thought she was going to kiss him, but she only sniffed at his suit. She frowned. “Knox, why do you smell like ash?”

  “Do you really want to know?” he asked.

  She bit her lower lip. Knox didn’t keep secrets from his woman. Ever.

  “We burned down a Bratva-owned warehouse. They’re responsible for half of the city’s drug trade,” Knox told her.

  Leah knew the Bratva had been responsible for a lost shipment. She had an inkling of his business dealings but not the intimate details. His woman didn’t want to be kept in the dark entirely, but she wanted to make sure Knox was safe at all times. As if a man like Knox needed any protection, but he liked it when she fussed and worried over him. Knox never had before.

  “That’s fine then. Were you hurt?” she asked.

  “Search me if you want.”

  He chuckled as Leah started unbuckling his belt. She unzipped him, pulled his thickening prick out. The red tip was already leaking pre-cum. The tense and awkward moment had passed.

  “Take off your dress,” Knox ordered.

  Leah fumbled with the top buttons. Growing impatient, he helped her along. In moments, his queen sat on his lap, only wearing the black lace underwear Knox gave her for their four-month anniversary.
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  She stole his breath away, even now. Knox reached behind her bra and unhooked it, exposing her breasts. Knox took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. At the same time, he reached for her underwear and shredded it. Knox tossed the fabric aside.

  “That was one of my favorites.” Leah protested.

  Knox raised his head from her nipple only to find Leah pouting at him. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

  “Plural?” she asked with the raise of her eyebrows.

  “Anything you want, kitten.” Knox slid his fingers inside her cunt, not surprised to find her already wet for him. “Touch yourself.”

  Leah’s face turned pink as she began stroking her pussy with her hand. Knox’s mouth went dry. His cock went from half to full mast as Leah arched her back and spread her legs even wider.

  She was so into it, she seemed to have forgotten her initial embarrassment. She once told Knox how much it turned her on when he fucked her while she was nude and he remained dressed. He would’ve ruined a million designer suits for her.

  “That’s so fucking hot, baby. Keep at it. Make yourself ready for me.” He started working his prick as he watched her face turn flushed, her pupils dilated.

  Watching her come made Knox groan. He lifted her hand to his mouth afterward and licked them dry.

  “Knox,” she murmured. “I need you inside me.”

  When Leah came into his possession half a year ago, she’d been a shy and inexperienced virgin. He’d watched her grow into this confident and sexy woman who knew what she wanted. Leah wasn’t afraid to tell her man about her desires.

  “Fuck yourself on me,” he said.

  Leah held on to his shoulders and lowered herself slowly down his cock. He was aware the car had stopped for a long time now. They had probably arrived at the parking lot of his apartment building. Knox heard a door slam shut. He knew Craig and two of his men were outside, keeping watch for any threats.

  Knox dismissed them from his mind. It was hard to form logical thoughts, especially when his cock was buried deep inside Leah’s tight and wet pussy. Leah rode him, swaying side to side, up and down. She managed to tease groans out of him. Knox held her waist and started thrusting in and out of her.

  A needy moan spilled from her lips. Good thing the car was soundproof. Her screams were only for his ears, no one else’s. Knox silenced her with another kiss as he continued rutting her. Leah bounced on his lap and rode Knox like a cowgirl as he plundered her mouth.

  Knox pulled away. He made sure his cock brushed against her sensitive clit every single time. Leah gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Knox’s last push tossed her over the edge of oblivion. She came all over his cock with a whimper. Knox hammered her a couple more times before filling her with his seed.

  He caressed her sweat-soaked hair with affection. Time and time again, he pictured her in their kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. Carrying their child. Something would smell good in the kitchen. A cake she just made. She would smile up at Knox, just like the way she did in the present.

  That trusting smile was genuine, full of warmth, reminding Knox once again that he was one lucky bastard. He managed to score a fucking goddess and he was going to keep her forever.

  “I love you, Knox,” she whispered against his ear.

  Leah’s confession stunned him into complete silence. Knox tightened his grip on her, despite knowing he was bound to leave bruises. Leah didn’t complain. She wiggled in his arms and rested her head against his chest. How could three innocent and simple words have such a profound effect on him?

  Never had anyone spoken those words to him before, not even his own mother.

  “You don’t have to say anything,” she murmured. “I know.”

  Leah wasn’t just his woman. She was Knox’s soul mate. She understood him in ways no one else could. Expressing himself had always been difficult. Showing emotion equated to weakness in his father’s eyes.

  His old man once forced Knox to kill a stray dog that he’d been secretly nursing back to health in his bedroom. That was the kind of monster Knox’s father was and he turned Knox into another monster.

  Knox never thought a man like him was capable of caring for another living soul until Leah entered his life. He cupped her cheek, making her look at him. Knox would only expose his soul to Leah. For her, Knox let himself become weak.

  “Love you back,” he whispered.

  Epilogue

  Two Years Later

  Leah’s phone vibrated from under her pillow again. She groaned, knowing she should get up. Dylan needed to be fed. She and Knox had barely gotten any sleep last night because Dylan kept them up all night.

  She loved her man and her baby boy to pieces but sometimes, she wanted a couple more minutes of sleep. Leah listened intently. No brawling baby.

  Leah opened her eyes and found the space next to her on the bed empty. Had Knox gone off to work already? Usually, he kissed her goodbye before leaving. Maybe she was more tired than she realized. Leah padded out of the bedroom and entered Dylan’s room. The cot was empty.

  She heard Knox’s chuckle from somewhere in the apartment. Smiling to herself, she followed the source of the sound. Leah didn’t announce her presence right away. She remained where she was, watching Knox cradling Dylan in his arms. The tender look Knox wore completely melted her.

  When they were out in public, Knox always looked like his same cold and indifferent self, but fatherhood had changed him. Knox might be called away on business most of the time, but he always made time for them.

  Leah stopped hiding and joined her man and baby in the living room.

  He looked up when she entered his line of sight. Leah kissed Dylan’s chubby cheek, then placed another on Knox’s mouth. Dylan was holding on to one of Knox’s fingers tightly and his green eyes were wide open. She wanted to preserve the beautiful image forever.

  “Where are you going, kitten?” Knox asked.

  “I need to take a picture. Don’t move.” She grabbed her phone from the bedroom and took a shot of Knox and Dylan.

  Their cutie pie still held tightly on to his daddy’s fingers, but his eyes started to droop. She was always silently in awe of Knox for being able to get Dylan to sleep. She always had a hard time getting Dylan to take a nap.

  When it came to protecting his family, Knox didn’t hold anything back. The Bratva once came for Leah when she was being driven to her classes. Thankfully, Knox had become more overbearing and more protective when he learned she was pregnant with Dylan. Knox’s men got her out just fine. She didn’t have a scratch on her.

  Knox unleashed his fury with a vengeance. He didn’t tell Leah what exactly he did, but Leah found out on the news three days later that the heads of the Bratva were assassinated.

  “Aren’t you late for work? You can hand Dylan over to me,” she said, holding her arms up.

  Knox shook his head. “Not today. I’m taking a day off.”

  Knox followed her to the kitchen while Leah made them coffee. She poured them both coffees. That done, she took a sip of hers. Leah let out a contented sigh—good coffee and being around her two most favorite people in the world, her life couldn’t be any more perfect.

  She mulled over Knox’s words. Leah did notice he wasn’t wearing a suit. She eyed her man up and down. Knox looked damn sexy in anything, even in a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt.

  “For real? According to Patrick, you’ve never ever taken a single day off in your entire life,” Leah remarked.

  “Patrick said everyone can manage a single day without me,” Knox said. “He also said I’ve been working too hard.”

  “I completely agree with him. Just the other day, he mentioned you fell asleep during an important meeting.”

  Knox frowned. “Patrick and you have gotten really close.”

  “We only care about you and besides, he’s funny.” Leah ignored Knox’s glower and continued, “I think he’s lonely. I was thinking that maybe we should set him up with someone.�
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  “Patrick will be fine,” Knox said with a growl.

  “Dylan’s asleep. I’ll put him back in his cot,” Knox said.

  They had baby monitors in every corner of the apartment so they’d know whether Dylan needed anything. Knox disappeared inside Dylan’s room. Leah was nursing her second cup of coffee by the time he returned. Knox molded himself behind her and enveloped her into a hug.

  “So, what are your plans for today?” Knox asked. He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck. Just the contact of his body against hers made Leah shiver in anticipation. “I have ideas.”

  Dylan was fast asleep and they both went to bed every night, too tired to do anything else but sleep. Leah turned in his arms and rose on tiptoe to give him a kiss. The naked hunger in Knox’s eyes never failed to make her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

  “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered after the kiss.

  Knox rewarded her with a heart-stopping grin and dragged her to their bedroom.

  The End

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