Venom's Prize (Devil's Riot MC Originals, #10) - E.C. Land Page 0,41

eyes.

“Why, Amaya?” I ask, needing her to explain to me.

“You have the power to destroy me. When you decide you’re done with me and want me out of the way it’ll shatter all that I am. I can’t allow it to happen, it’s why I need to leave. I know you say you want me and all that stuff you said. And I love hearing it. Every bit of it. Because that’s what I want too. But I’ve learned in my life, I don’t get what I want. I’m not a prize worth keeping on display and holding on to. I’m always cast to the side or forgotten.”

Fuck her words gut me and I realize just where I’ve gone wrong with this whole scenario. Sliding my hand down her cheek, I wipe the tears away and then trail them down her body down to her hips. I curve over them to her ass as I lift her up. Amaya’s legs circle my waist automatically as I head for the bedroom.

“Isaac, what are you doing?” Amaya sputters out the question.

“Proving to you that you have nothing to fear when it comes to me,” I declare, walking past the bed and stepping into the bathroom. Only then, in front of the mirror, do I set her down on her feet. I remove the shirt from her body and turn her so that she can see the two of us standing together. “What do you see?” I demand, placing my hands on both her hips to keep her from moving.

“You and me standing in front of a mirror,” she whispers in a hush tone.

“What else do you see?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she says, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“Amaya, look at me and tell me what you see,” I command and wait for her to hold my gaze.

“I see you,” she murmurs.

“Yeah, you see me, but what do you see when you look at me?” I push.

Amaya closes her eyes and shakes her head.

“You wanna know what I see when I look at you?” I offer and start to slide my hand across her skin trailing circles as I go. “I see a beautiful woman who captured my attention four years ago. A woman who has haunted my dreams for the same amount of time. I’ve denied myself the chance to have you because I didn’t think it’s what I wanted. Then you show back up in my life and I knew.” I lean forward, keeping my eyes glued to the mirror seeing Amaya’s expression as she opens her eyes. Her breathing becomes labored as I press a kiss to her delicate skin.

“I screwed up by allowing someone else to change the course in where I should have been. Does that mean I regret it? Fuck no, because then I wouldn’t be the man I am now. What I do regret is cutting you out the way I did. By ignoring each of your letters when I could easily have opened them up and read them. We could have already started on us a long time ago.

“You have nothing to fear when it comes to me because, Sweetness, I’m in it for-fuckin’-ever. I already claimed you as my ol’ lady and soon enough, I’ll have my ring on your finger and with any luck get you knocked up. I want our family to grow. And I’m not wasting any time. You were meant for me,” I mutter, sounding like some chick song from the nineties.

“What about . . .”

“There isn’t another person in this world who could keep me from you. I won’t allow it, now keep your eyes on me. I want them on me as I fuck you,” I mutter, trailing my fingers down and in between her thighs where I find her sweet spot.

She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth but keeps her gaze locked on mine.

I pull one hand away from her body, reach between us, and slide my jeans down. I hadn’t bothered buttoning them when I’d pulled them on earlier with every intention of removing them and taking her back to bed.

“Put your hands on the countertop and keep them there for me, Sweetness,” I say, using my hand to guide my dick for the entrance it seeks.

I slide myself through her juices already leaking from her pussy and fuck if I can keep myself from slamming into her.

With one thrust I impale Amaya with my dick, and she cries out with pleasure. Her