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I grab her jaw, tilting her face up, forcing her to look at me.
“You’re not leaving,” I murmur.
Her lips part, and she shivers. But she doesn’t argue. Doesn’t even pretend to.
And when I pull her down, kissing her slow, deep, possessive. She melts.
Chapter 9
MARYAM
I don’t know how long we’ve been lying in bed, but at some point, the morning light turned golden, creeping in through the curtains, painting Riku’s bare, tattooed chest in soft shadows. Not that anything about him is soft.
I should be moving, showering, getting dressed, but instead, I’m still pinned under him, his hand possessively resting on my thigh, fingers tracing absent patterns on my skin like he has no intention of letting me go. And maybe… Maybe I don’t want him to.
But that’s not an option.
I stretch, ignoring the way my body aches in places I’ve never felt before.
“I need to go home,” I murmur.
Riku doesn’t move. Doesn’t react at all. Like I didn’t even speak.
I lift my head. “Riku.”
His fingers pause against my skin. Then, slowly, deliberately, he lifts his head, dark eyes locking on mine.
“Not happening.”
“What?”
“You’re not going home alone.”
I sigh, pushing at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. “I need to change clothes, shower, and—”
“I’ll take you.”
My breath catches. I stare at him like an idiot. “You’ll take me?”
His lips curl, like I said something funny. And God, he looks so handsome like this. Happy. Relaxed. Warm under all that hardness.
“Yeah, baby. I’ll take you.”
I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the heat creeping up my neck. “That’s not necessary.”
“Not up for debate.”
Of course it isn’t. I exhale sharply, but he just smiles, like he’s already won. Which, let’s be real, he has.
* * *
RIKU
She thinks I’m letting her out of my sight? Not happening.
She shifts, stretching again, and my eyes drop to the marks I left on her. Fuck. I want to cover her with more of them.
I smirk, watching her get out of bed, completely naked. Not an ounce of shyness. Like the fucking queen she is. Gorgeous and confident.
