Chapters (45)
- Cover
- Full Page Image
- Dedication
- ALSO BY AIMEE MONROE
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- WARREN
- ADDISON
- EPILOGUE
- ABOUT AIMEE
“I need you, babygirl. I need to touch you. I just need to feel you, Addi,” I admitted and pulled out slowly just to push into her again. I took her in as I did. Her mouth fell open, moans coming from her sinful-looking lips. “You were never just a contract to me. You were never just a fuck.”
Her pussy fluttered around my cock. My hand dove between us to find her clit and rubbed circles over it.
“Warren,” she breathed. “I’m sorry. I wanted you to know—”
“I know, babygirl,” I said and leaned forward, stopping just mere centimeters from her lips.
“I didn’t know how much it would hurt when you were gone,” she whispered, her hands tangling in my hair. Her hips bucked against me, searching for friction as I stalled. “Every moment, I couldn't stop thinking of you. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I’d see you. Forgive me, please, and I’ll be all yours.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, babygirl. Just be mine. Say yes, and I’ll treat you like the queen you are. You’ll never be alone again. You’ll never worry if you’re loved again because you’ll know you are. Forever. Be mine.”
I moved at a slow pace as I waited to hear her answer.
She’s so fucking beautiful. From her kissable lips to her deep blue eyes to her fucking soul.
She was made for me. Everything I’d always wanted and never dreamed I’d have.
“I love you, Warren.”
Four words, and nothing ever felt better.
“And I love you, babygirl,” I replied against her lips, moving faster now, pumping into her. “Come for me. Come for me and don’t stop. I won’t let you until you know exactly who you belong to. Until my kisses are branded on your skin. Until you can’t walk without feeling the ache my cock left. Only then will I be satisfied.”
But it was more than that. After this, there was no separating us. I would make good on my word.
I couldn’t wait to share a life with her.
“Yes, god, Warren.”
“Try again,” I growled.
“Yes, Daddy.”
38
ADDISON
five months later
“Piper, what are we doing here?” I asked as she walked me backstage of Black Silk Auction’s stage.
Piper’s hand was on my elbow, showing me quickly through the back until she finally pushed me through the thick curtain.
“Don’t move so fast in your condition—”
“I’m pregnant, not sick. Shh, Addi; you’ll see in a sec. Good luck!”
“Good luck?”
She disappeared behind the curtain, and I was stuck in the empty auditorium.
Or at least I thought it was empty until the bright lights were shining on me.
What the hell is this about?
“Warren?” I called out.