Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I knew Alejandro was off the grid, which meant even if I could reach out to Joey to find out what the fuck was going on, Joey wouldn’t know either.
But I couldn’t deny that this time away from the club was helping Jessie, and I was feeling like a fucking idiot for not doing it sooner. She was opening up to Elaina, the two of them like long-lost friends. She had even briefly mentioned reaching out to Adelaide, who had once been her best friend. After all the shit Jessie went through, she pushed everyone away.
I was glad to see her opening back up again.
And though I hated that she got taken again, that those fuckers had put their hands on my woman, I had a feeling me coming in to save her helped her in a way nothing else I could do ever would.
She just needed to know someone loved her enough to always come for her.
And I did. I loved that woman with every fiber of my soul. I completely belonged to her.
When darkness fell and the moon passed behind a cloud, shrouding the entire property in black, I stood up and went inside, heading for the bedroom. I halted in the doorway, my eyes locked on my girl.
She was sprawled in the middle of the bed with nothing but a robe on, and it was falling off of one shoulder. A shy smile tilted her lips, and nervousness rang in her eyes.
But something else resided there, too.
Trust.
She trusted me.
Swallowing thickly, I stepped into the room and shut the door, flipping the lock behind me. I ran my eyes over her, noticing the rope she held in one hand.
My dick was begging to be released. It was straining against my zipper, threatening to fucking burst through my jeans.
“Jessie,” I rasped, not sure what the fuck to say. Don’t get me wrong; I was happy as fuck, but I didn’t want her feeling like she had to do this. We’d been a lot more sexually involved since her bleeding had stopped from her miscarriage. She was craving intimacy, and I was more than willing to give it to her.
But I didn’t want to push her too far.
“I want this,” she breathed, holding the rope out to me. “I trust you, Ink.”
That was all I needed to hear. I strode forward, and with a gentleness a massive, tattooed man like me wasn’t used to using, I stripped her out of that robe and secured her wrists together behind her back. I pressed tender kisses along her body, whispering to her how much she meant to me.
She deserved to be cherished. She deserved every bit of this tenderness.
Because her giving me the gift of tying her up, of putting her completely at my mercy, that was one of the greatest gifts in the fucking world.
It meant she accepted me as her man, as the person who would always take care of her. She trusted me to never let her down. She trusted me to be firm and yet handle her like fragile glass.
This woman of mine was the reason my heart beat.
She was my purpose.
Without her, I was desolate.
She moaned, arching into my touch as I loved on her body, still whispering how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. She pleaded for more, begged me to assuage the ache within her.
So, I did. That night, with my woman completely at my mercy, I made love to her, slowly rocking our bodies together, drawing out every tender moment between us, showing her without words just how fucking precious she was to me.
She cried, and the sight of her tears glistening on her cheeks for this beautiful moment between us rocked me to my fucking core.
And when she came, she uttered those three words again…
“I trust you.”
The next morning, there was a shine in Jessie’s eyes that had been missing for a long fucking time. She ate the breakfast I made without complaint and even played with Antonio, which shocked me. She’d been shying from him since he’d been born. None of us pushed her to bond with him, but now, she was doing it all on her own.
Even Elaina got a bit emotional over it and had to step out of the room to collect herself.
Jessie was back to pleasing me because it pleased her to do so. And every time I praised her for eating or drinking water, or hell, even doing something like helping me clean up the kitchen, or get a shower, her cheeks flushed, and she looked at me with those fucking soul-sucking dark eyes, happiness radiating within their depths.
I hated that being kidnapped again had gotten her to this point, but if me coming in after her, not giving up on her, fucking brought her back to me, brought her back to her brother and the rest of this family, then I would deal with how I felt about it on my own time.