Then his confusion turned hard, his jaw grinding in anger at whatever conclusion he’d come to.

“I told you, you don’t get a choice Lacey,” he said, eyes burning into me.

“Fuck you, Puca. I always get what I want and if that’s you far away from me then it’ll happen.” I glared at him.

“No,” he growled, crawling over me and pushing me on my back. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he hissed to me.

“I’m not wrong,” I said through my teeth and he flashed a wild smile, his eyes wide.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why things seem to work out in my favor sometimes?” He asked. The concept baffled me.

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t able to get away from me at the club. I was able to get into your home and live there as your pet. I even got your phone, once you were captured, and destroyed it.” Everything he said was true. Everything always worked out in my favor so…why?

“Wondering why?” He asked, his face leaning close. He kissed up my neck until he was nipping my ear and groaning in it. He peeled my legs apart and ground his cock against me. I gripped his shoulders and moaned, still keyed up from his previous fucking.

“It’s because I’m what's good for you Lacey. Because I’m your fate,” he said, pushing himself inside me again. We moaned in unison as he slowly fucked me. He reached out for a box to my right, flipping the top off and grabbing what was inside without even needing to look because he knew what was in there. He knew everything about me—had worked himself into my life as if it was his own. He pulled the little vibrator out and pushed it on, pressing it between our bodies. I tensed around his cock from the pleasing stimulation and he groaned.

“Come with me, Lacey,” he demanded. My toes curled as he played up the strength of my toy. He rutted into me slowly, panting, pulling back to watch my face as I climbed towards release.

“I’m never leaving,” he rasped and I tipped over the edge, moaning. He came too, twisting our orgasms together to be one thing in two bodies. His mouth went to mine, swallowing my noises and offering them back.

“Believe I’m your fate,” he rasped in my ear. “If you believe it then we’ll always be together. Your luck would never let us part.” Then his mouth was on mine again, kissing me with affection and passion. My arms wrapped around him and held him to me.

Was he my fate? And if he was, were the others too?

“Believe it,” he repeated to me.

25

“Lacey,” a deep voice purred my name. I moved through the condo. It looked strange, the details not exactly right. The large green couch stretched taller like one huge throne, the hallways were dark tunnels, and the windows were on every wall, curving around so that we were in a globe looking over the entire island instead of just the south side. Outside the windows sparkled and danced with colors but I couldn’t make out any of the buildings.