She walks into the jeep and slams the door impatiently. I don't catch up as she topples into my arms with a tad maneuver to withhold her position in the front seats of the car unbothered. Automatically our lips mingle and my arms curl around her flimsy body very, very tightly.

Missing her is an understatement.

Coiled with rippling emotions like a boiling volcano, my tongue pushes deeply into her mouth, sucking air out of her as our kiss grows hotter and hotter, burning all problems, leaving us with nothing but the moment. My corded arms hold her in place, her skin warm and soft.

"Hey," I whisper with a gladden smile.

"Hey." Her breath turns fickle as she murmurs, "I missed you, Red. I really missed you. It feels like eternity since I last saw you."

Tears in her eyes glint her irises through the partial duskiness in the jeep. She steals my breath. Holding the nape of her neck, feeling her silky hair caressing my rough hand, I watch her briefly to make sure this moment is real. Her smile comes soft and my lips slam back on hers.

It's fucking real. Relief soars through me, and out of the blue my cock throbs.

"I'm not letting you go back tonight," I declare, my voice certain because it's a decided matter even if I have to abduct her.

Her eyes grow bigger but excitement retains their shape as she gives me an approving smile.

"I'm not planning to be away from you either. Take me with you," she answers confidently, sending a tingling sensation straight to my groin.

Fuck me, how do I resist such a fine woman? She's more than damn fine.

Again my dick pulsates and I know I won't last for too long before I lose my shits. Fucking her inside the jeep isn't on my agenda for tonight, even though I've imagined it several times while having a lonesome drive home.

She knows how to unwind my dark fetishes. Someday I'll take her right here.

I swivel the jeep around and push through the exit. What a day! Memories from the past few days come back like a whirlpool of dead emotions. It's been a hell of no sleep, no rest. But' worth it. If this Spanish woman is out and free, then I got no shitty regret.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her, my grip loose around the wheel after bustling through the main road. No jam.

Her enthusiasm withers but her smile remains. "Fine, I think. It's been an emotional hell in there, but I'm good."

My throat dries up at the thought. But she's a fighter. She's not the delicate Damsel she may look like, so I trust that she's got this.

"And you? I heard what happened from Kenna," she says softly. My eyes remain on the road. "Wait. What's that, Red?" Her hand reaches for the minor cut on my neck covered with a tiny plaster.

"It's just a scratch." I grab her hand and my lips touch her soft knuckles. Smiling dismissively, I say, "They got the people who orchestrated the fake evidence to incriminate you."

And I got their leader. I can't tell Marlow yet until I hear who hired them.

"Yes, Kenna told me that. Is that how you got hurt?" she asks about the cut, which is absolutely nothing for her to worry about. I nod at her, and her lips harden as she frowns. "Again it's because of me."

Tears in her eyes roll and it's the last thing I want to see. I miss that bold and bossy woman who gave me attitude from our very first meeting. She was on fire and her flames were bewitching. I know she can be a steel and I'm here to remind her of that.

I just don't want to encourage her freaky stubbornness because she's up against a very formidable enemy that she already knows all too well. Or maybe not well enough considering how impulsive she can get whenever they push her.

"I told you I'll live for only you two and I mean it, Mia. You gave meaning to my life and it's my duty to keep you both safe as a part of it," I say.

"And I told you I don't want you to live for us, dammit!" Mia snaps, suddenly annoyed, cheeks puffed like balloons.

And there she goes! My stray cat.

She folds her arms across her chest and sulks. Eyebrows creased, I smother a smile and drive in silence until I pull over outside my place. She gives me attitude even when we slip into the elevator, and taking a closer look at her, I spot a few pounds shed from her body in such a short time.

Skinnier than before? Not good. Not good at all. I love her meaty bones crushed by my big muscles. Got a place to hold and some ass to spank when I feel like it, so she has to prioritize her health now with the baby she's carrying. Another daddy's role in the picture that makes me smile again.

"Come here." Gripping the waistband of her black tights, I haul her closer without a warning.

A gasp escapes her as she yells, "Red!"

My mouth crushes on hers and her tongue rolls in mine. Her body clenches responsively, her arms jumping on my shoulders until she encases my neck into her possessive grip. Fuck! I feel the flames in her skin and my hungry cock bulges in a snap when I squeeze her ass.

Fine, fine, very fine ass.

A moan from her mouth comes heavy and loud, sounding breathless and turned on, as I twirl her around and toss her against the wall. Panting, I lean over her to put her in place, my chest onto her arched back. I groan at the press of her ass directed to my cock like a sniper and his perfect target.

Fuck, she's as sexy as hell. Wouldn't mind sliding my thick and long shaft straight into her cherry right in this position. But no, I like her slick, wet, very aroused and needy, or else she's gonna freeze when my prodigatory size fills her. Lips on her neck, my hand closes around her throat.

Her breathing increases and her tummy constricts as she pants violently. I kiss her ear, nibbling its lobe between my teeth until she cries another thin moan. And then I lift her chin, choking her too lightly to make her suffocate. Our mouths reunite for a small fraction of time and I love how she states.

She yelps a whiny whimper when I quit the kiss. "Ah, I hate you!" she roars.

Wouldn't be here if you did, sugar. I smile, and my hand wanders over her chest underneath her top. No bra. Nipples bare—very hard, and erect. Is she trying to kill me? Goddamn it, she's like a mercenary on her own mission that can outdo the SWAT.

"I missed this body. All of it," I rasp in her ear while squeezing her breasts, nibbling them with my hands until her head tips back onto my shoulder at the shooting pleasure. "So fucking mine tonight," I add.

How I want to have a forever with her! But for what? Good sex? Or family? I don't know. I fucking don't know anything.

"Kiss me," she begs.

I guess all women love kissing, don't they? Well, mine do.

Back into pleasing her mouth, I slide a hand through her tights and reach for her thread-like underwear. Her thighs compress around my fingers, so warm that I feel scorched with desire and need to get off. I anchor my body against her until she stills by the wall, and I find her pussy all ready for me.

So fucking wet with just a single slide of my middle finger. Every muscle of her body clenches and I know I got her. She has a very sensitive clit and nipples that whenever I rub any of them, her entire body responds. So I keep kissing her and rubbing her, and she moans so loudly, so aroused.

The elevator gives that warning pings of approaching destination but I don't give a shit. It's way past midnight and folks here sleep like boarding schoolers. Mia wiggles in a torturing ecstasy as I encircle my finger around her clit, grazing her labia, and eventually stroke through her wetness.

"Oh my God. Oh God, oh God, oh God." Her cries of pleasure are as my favorite as her laughter and giggles. "Fuck!" She rocks her waist, impelling faster strokes.

A drizzling heat courses through my veins and my cock can no longer tolerate the wait. I can feel her vagina enclosing around my finger thrusts and her tummy convulsing at each stroke. I don't stop, and she keeps screaming while curving her hand on my neck for support.

I know she's about to come. But I don't give her that. Not yet. My hand retreats from her tights and she gasps sharply. Even with her slight tremors I don't relinquish my plan to make her come with my cock inside her. She's panting heavily as I loosen my grip around her. Curious, she faces me.

I smile while pressing a button on the elevator keypad. In a heartbeat it comes to a halt just a few seconds before our destination. Mia tries to turn her body around but I press her back instantly, my hand reaching for the buckle of my jeans belt. She giggles and waits impatiently.

My erection springs out fully from the briefs as I lower my jeans. Fuck, I'm feeling so high and hot that I may perish in explosion if I don't have this woman right now. Again I hold her neck and kiss her soft lips until she makes that husky voice that comes straight from her tummy.

"I'm taking you right here, Mia," I tell her while bending down to slide her tights and underwear off to her legs. She moans again, softly this time. "Even if you hate this word, I still want to think you're mine. You're both mine." I kiss the juncture of her shoulder so hard.

"Yours. Both of us," she replies so softly that I feel her eyes in tears.

The rage of not having her as a free woman that I can hold her hand in public, kiss her lips in the restaurant, makes me feel so much of a loser. Because I'd want nothing but to give her the world. She's showing me a part of me I never knew existed as I was just a rugged man.

But maybe we can fix this. And that's why I need a change of plans. I hold the base of my cock, giving it a stroke, and reach for her slender waist. She automatically spreads her legs and I rub her pussy up and down, teasing her entrance. She yowls in a tight voice, flexing her hips so that I shove in.

"Impatient little Madam!" I steal Luca's signature before I thrust my shaft inside her.

"Ah!" she whimpers.

Her muscles tighten rigidly until I recoil to give her a tad of relief. She growls a 'fuck' and then laughs, telling me to do it again. Smiling, I thrust my hips and sink into her, deeper than before, and it slides so easily with her wetness. Her vagina stretches around my cock and I take her again and again, catching my speed.

She feels so good when my balls slap her pussy, and now I prefer her totally naked so I can play with her body to my liking. But no fretting. Second round will come and I'll have my fill. Bastard! I grin. I want to come with her as she rolls back and forth in rhythm, screaming my name so masochistically.

I grip her throat and breathe against her ear, and then kiss her lips again. With my free hand I reclaim her stomach, caressing her skin roughly until I reach for her tender breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. Baby's food, daddy's pleasure. They're mine for now, Red Junior. Don't be jealous.

Will it be a girl or a boy? Fuck me.

Held in place, Mia keeps moaning and I don't stop pounding in her. From her chest I finagle my way down between her thighs. Palpitations escalate as she inhales sharply, feeling my touch. Pressing two fingers between her folds, I rub her alternately to my riding cock.

"Fuck, Red, don't stop. I'm right there," she cries in that sexier voice that makes me wish she was my fucking legal wife.

Goner. You're a fucking goner, Red!

Nothing feels as perfect as holding her so closely again. When her stomach tightens again, the effect picks up in her pussy that clenches tightly around my steel hard cock. In three seconds she'll come, so I drill her deeper and deeper until she screams and convulses into a spasm of ecstasy.

"Fuck!" she groans, her legs wobbly as her stance falters from the aftershock of her orgasm.

Responsively, I grip her midsection in place, securing her fully, and take her over and over again until I feel the spasmodic jerk of my seeds racing for release, my breath turns so harsh that I tremble as though I'm overwrought by some insanely addictive drug. I release a loud grunt, rendered to my climax.

Holy fuck! What a woman!

When our breath slows down, I lay a kiss onto her fragranced hair. But I realize I'm still angry at her for defying my instructions during the moment I was in Belize. Going to meet Anne was a stupid mistake that could've cost her dearly. Just why is she such a mule, damn it? I sigh heavily.

But she's fine now. I could keep her in my pocket if I could. Darn it.

"How did they manage to arrest those guys, Red? And who killed Anne? And who the fuck wanted to blame me for her death?" Mia asks me the second we stroll into my apartment.

Here we go again. I stall my eyes on hers. But how do I give her the answer if she's already proved to lack control when she's pushed to extremes of anger? Because, apparently, Anne's death is connected to something bigger. Everything is connected.

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A/N: I need a fan after this chapter LOL. But hey, we deserve to blow some steam after the intense and nerve-wracking chapters, don't we?