hips, rubbing herself against my shaft. “You could hold me down and fuck me as hard as you wanted right this minute, and I would only beg you for more.”
“Baby,” I groaned, feeling the last thread of my control starting to snap.
“I need you inside me, Jordan,” she whimpered. “I need you to show me how much you love me. How much it hurts not to be beside me every second of the day. I need you to own my body.”
“Fuck,” I roared, and I thrust into her hot, wild heat.
“Yes,” she screamed, her head tossed back in ecstasy. “That’s it, babe. I belong to you. Every inch of me is yours. Own me. Please, own me.”
I tried to be gentle, but I no longer had control over my own body. Once I felt her sweet pussy squeezing around my shaft, I was lost.
She begged me to own her, but we both knew she was the one who owned me.
Twenty-Eight
Jordan
It was almost a week later before I could even bring myself to let Arella out of bed, let alone out of the apartment. During that time, I told Barrick to get me two more guards for Arella. I didn’t plan on not being with her when she did leave the apartment, but I knew she would eventually have to go somewhere without me, and I needed a small army protecting her when that happened.
After our first week of self-imposed lockdown, we didn’t have much alone time. Between her parents and mine, her siblings, and then Mia, Elliot, Taylor, and Palmer popping in almost every day, we were rarely left alone.
Once Garon Steel’s death hit the news, my parents had found out what happened. And when they couldn’t reach me, they called Lana and Drake. During that first call, Lana must have let slip that Arella was pregnant, and the two of them had been at our place every day since I’d first let either of them through the door.
My girl was disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to surprise them with our baby announcement, but part of me was glad I didn’t have to keep it from my mom and dad until she was ready to have our dinner with all the parents.
“You know,” Arella murmured as she tucked her feet up under her on the couch. “Garon can’t do that villainess movie now. I mean, maybe he can do his own version in hell where he’s rotting right now, but not here in the real world.”
I wrapped my arm around her, glad she could speak about her uncle without it bothering her. I’d worried that seeing him die right in front of her would leave some lingering psychological damage, but so far, she’d been recovering from the trauma of it all like a champ. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she murmured and climbed onto my lap. Thankfully, we had the place all to ourselves this evening. “Winston Cline emailed me earlier, saying something about taking on all of Garon’s open projects. I’m going to assume that the movie Garon wanted you to back him on will be one of them.” She stroked her index finger down my nose. “And if you can talk Winston into waiting until after the baby is born and I’ve lost the weight I’m already putting on, I’d be okay with taking on the lead role in the franchise.”
I dropped my hand to her belly. “If that’s what you want, my love. I’m on board with whatever you say.”
She tilted her head back. “Is that one house Peter was talking about still on the market?”
“Be more specific, baby. Poor Peter has talked about a lot of houses with us,” I reminded her with a smirk.
Arella bit her lip for a moment before releasing it. “The house near Mia. The mansion with twenty-thousand square feet.”
I started tracing little circles on her belly. “You said it was too much house for us.”
“I did,” she agreed. “But then I started thinking about all the kids we want. And then how much your parents and mine will constantly be at our house visiting. Then I thought about how sometimes I want to suck your dick or have you fuck me at crazy times of the day.” She pouted. “And they are always around. If we lived there, and they were in the house, I could take you to the opposite side of the house and still be as loud as I want while you—”
I grabbed my phone before she could even finish that last