“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have accepted that. You know I would.”
He nodded. “I know you would. I live in the limelight, Dove. My life is followed with an eager eye. Jess was scared of what the media would do to Bliss…”
“Bliss?” I choked out.
He smiled and I shivered when he ran the tip of his finger down the bridge of my nose. “Yeah, your middle name. She’s named after you.”
“And Jess was okay with this?”
“Of course. She knew all about you. What you meant to me, and how much I missed you. I told you, we were friends. She was the only one, aside from Jerry, who I could really talk to. Anyway,” he continued, “she made me promise that I wouldn’t ever tell anyone about Bliss. She was adamant that Bliss grow up with a normal life.”
“But it’s me, Flick. I wouldn’t ever…”
He pressed two fingers to my lips. “I know, and if I’m honest it was me more than Jess who was worried to tell you. I didn’t know what you would think. I’ve loved you all my life, but I had married one woman and had a child with another. I thought you would think I had forgotten you and moved on after you left. Apart from not wanting to hurt you, I was also selfish. I didn’t want you to leave me again.”
I blew out a breath. “Bloody hell. What the hell have we come to?”
“We’ve come to the beginning,” Flick whispered. “The end has gone and now we’ve finally got to us, to our time.”
I couldn’t help but smile through my tears as he wiped them with his thumb. “Can I meet her?”
His grin made my heart stutter. “She’s dying to meet you.”
“She knows about me?”
“She does. She has a tea party all planned for when you get out of here. And apparently we have to get a bigger place so she can bring all her dollies with her when she stops over.”
My heart swelled so much I thought it was going to burst right inside me.
Flick leaned forwards. “She thinks you’re some sort of superwoman for saving her daddy. And she’s told all her friends at school that she’s named after the lady in the paper who stopped a bad man from killing her daddy and Auntie Ren.”
“Flick,” I choked out. “You think we’ll be okay?”
Suddenly the weight of everything pressed against me. It was over, but now my life could finally begin. It wasn’t just me and Ren anymore. I had a family, responsibility.
“Well, there is one thing.” He grimaced. “Ren’s pissed at you for leaving her three million quid.”
“Ah.” I nodded. “The only reason I slept with men. I knew one day that Viktor would take me away from her. I needed to make sure she was taken care of, and that she never had to do the horrific things I did to survive.”
He nodded. “I thought as much. But she’s pretty pissed.”
I rolled my eyes. “She’ll get over it.”
“And there is one other thing.”
I tensed when his eyes narrowed on me. “When they brought you in, they had to do routine tests.”
I frowned, something inside me bracing myself.
“Who told you that you were infertile?”
“The clinic. They said that they tore my womb when they did the scrape and the damage was irreparable.”
“Irreparable,” he repeated. “So they didn’t exactly say you could never have kids?”
I stared at him, praying that what I thought he was saying wasn’t the bloom of false hope. “I just presumed that’s what they meant.”
He nodded slowly. “Then you presumed wrong, baby.” He took my hand and threaded his fingers through mine. “You’re in the very early stages of pregnancy.”
I couldn’t speak as I stared at him in shock.
He cringed. “I need to ask…”
“It’s yours. I use a condom every time and I’d been ill. You were my first job in a couple of months. And even then it was just…. not actual penetrative engagements.” My cheeks fired hot, and I cringed at the hard look on Flick’s face. “Besides I had just finished my period when I took your appointment.” There was no doubt in my head that it was Flick’s. “But if it will ease your mind then we can do a test when it’s born.” I was amazed how composed I sounded even though my system was racing with many different emotions.
“It’s okay, it’s mine. Someone finally allowed us to be happy, and I have no doubt about that.” I could see him trying to keep his grin under control. “Luckily the bullet completely missed your womb. You’re a very lucky girl.”
This time it was me who couldn’t hold back the grin. “Lucky?” I whispered as I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. “Oh, I’m lucky alright.” I brushed my lips over his and sighed in contentment when a soft moan slipped past his lips. “I’m the luckiest girl alive.”
His lips twitched against mine. “You are. After all, not everyone gets a piece of this Godlike body.”
I giggled but when his mouth crushed against mine, I couldn’t help but agree with him.
Two Weeks Later
FLICK ROLLED HIS eyes and huffed while I inspected his long steady strokes across my toenails. “Hmm,” I mumbled. “I’m not sure I like that colour now.”
I inwardly smirked at the sound of air being pulled through his clenched teeth. “This is the third colour. If I take it off again, your skin will get sore.”
I narrowed my eyes on him when he looked up at me from his position on the floor by my feet. “Are you questioning your mistress, slave?”
His eyes blazed but I saw the twitch of his lips. “I would never be so bold, mistress.” I gulped when his fingers slowly trailed up the inside of my bare leg, his touch feather light but enough to make goosebumps burst eagerly over my skin.
“What are you doing?” I coughed to clear the restriction in my throat when his caress continued upwards, his fingers flicking aside the hem of my robe. “I think your touch is a little bold!”
“A very bold move.” A smug smirk lifted the corners of his delicious mouth. “I’m making my mistress feel good.”
A small puff of air left me when his hand glided higher, the tip of his finger now softly moving across my groove. “Umm…”
“Umm?” He chuckled softly as his lips traced the previous path of his fingers, his tender wet kisses making me moan when my belly throbbed in need. “For the first time ever, you paid for me to make you feel good,” he whispered, his tongue licking its way to the junction of my thighs. “Let me.”
I nodded, unable to speak when he placed a soft kiss on the hot flesh that was in desperate need of more kisses. My head hit the back of the sofa and I yelped when his teeth lightly sank into the skin. “Flick!”
Another chuckle accompanied a long stroke of his tongue over my swollen clit. “You’re so hot, mistress.”
I nodded. “I need cooling down.”
“You do.”
My eyes snapped open when everything suddenly disappeared. Flick was walking across the room, his stroll slow but with a smug swagger. “What? Where…?”
He grinned over his shoulder at me. “You said you needed to cool down.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is that not what you meant, my mistress?”
I clenched my jaw. “I paid two hundred grand for you to be my slave, Flick. I don’t like to play games with my money.”
He tried to hide his grin at my glare. I’d killed men, I’d sliced many throats, I’d fought with the best, and yet Flick mocked me every time I got angry with him. Then again, I guessed he sensed my inability to get properly angry with him, and he used it against me time after time. The cocky fucker.
“I was just going to run you a bath, mistress.”
“Oh.” I nodded. “Okay, that’s good.”
Another grin, and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. But he disappeared up the stairs and I heard the bath start to fill. I smiled smugly. He was such a pushover. He hated that I had won him as slave for a day, and boy, was I going to make him work fo
r it.
A while later Flick appeared again and scooped me up off the sofa, grabbed the bottle of alcohol-free champagne in his other hand, and I grabbed the two glasses.
“Am I joining you, mistress?” I could get used to this ‘mistress’ stuff.
“I need someone to scrub my back, slave.”
“Ahh,” he mumbled as he looked down at me, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“What are you up to?”
His expression sobered and he gasped dramatically. “I’m just going to bathe you. I’m offended that you don’t trust me.”
“Hmm.”
The bathroom was filled with lit candles, the flicker of their soft light and delicate scent making the usual cold room appear warm and cosy. I gasped when I saw the bath full to the top with white foamy bubbles. “Oh.” I felt guilty that I’d been suspicious of his actions and I cupped his face. “This is amazing. Thank you.”
His eyes glinted but he smiled. “Anything for you, my beautiful mistress.”
He stood me on my feet and yanked at the tie holding my robe. His eyes trailed down my body when the silk slid from my shoulders and pooled at my feet. “Nothing could ever prepare me for when I witness your nakedness. Every time you get more and more stunning.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
He blinked at me and smiled. “I know, but hold those thoughts, mistress.”
I frowned at his strange statement. But then, when he picked me up and dropped me into the bath, I understood. I fucking understood.
My breath caught and a scream burst from me. My legs slid and the water cascaded over the rim as I scrambled to get out, the cold water making me fumble stupidly. Shock hit me and I gasped for breath against the freezing water. “YOU ARSE!” I spluttered as I clambered out and slapped at him. If I could have forced his deep laughter back down his throat I would have.
“You said you needed cooling down.”
I gritted my teeth and grabbed the towel that was on the side, quickly wrapping it around me. “That’s it,” I hissed. “You’re on rations.”
His eyebrows shot high and his smug grin made me glare at him. But then he stepped forwards, pushing me back until my arse pressed against the vanity. “I’m on rations?”
“Uh-huh.”
The fierce glint in his eyes bore through me and I shivered. But then when I heard the slide of his zip, I gulped and forced my eyes on his face.
“Ten years, Dove,” he whispered as his wild greens turned into a fiery heat. “I’ve been on rations for ten years.” Slowly he shook his head. “You can’t, and won’t, ever put me on rations with your body. It belongs to me now. Every inch of you is mine to pleasure. Every orgasm you have from now on will be felt around my cock, or my mouth, or my fingers.”
I gulped when his teeth grazed along the contour of my shoulder. I couldn’t hold back the moan when he pressed his cock in between my thighs, the long length sliding sweetly against my pussy and igniting shot after shot of pleasure to my begging clit.
“Feel that, Dove? Feel how fucking hard you make me.”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
His hands spanned my waist and he lifted me so I was perched on the edge of the counter. And then he was inside me, a fierce thrust that filled every fibre of me.
I cried out in ecstasy, Flick’s furious growl making me shiver in bliss. He fucked me hard and deep, his aggressive drives inside me making my chilled body burn with a brutal heat. Gripping the edge of the counter, I pushed against him, needing the force of him within my soul. He brought me to the edge time and time again but every time I felt the bite of my climax, he pulled out or slowed down.
“Flick!” I grumbled when he did it for the fourth time.
“Uh-uh, baby. Rations, remember?”
“Fuck you!” I spat angrily. My whole body was coiled so tight I couldn’t breathe properly.
“I am,” he grunted. “And it’s so fucking good.”
I gasped when his hand yanked at my hair and he pulled my head to the side just before his teeth sank into the soft flesh of my neck. A brutal thrust and he was spilling inside me, his sharp groans music to my ears as he forced himself even deeper to empty his balls inside me.
I was panting so hard I wasn’t sure if he would understand me. “I didn’t mean it, Flick.”
His eyes lifted to mine and the arrogant grin on his face made my blood boil. “You didn’t mean what, mistress?”
“About…” I sucked air in. “About the rations. I was talking about food. I wouldn’t ever mean sex… or orgasms.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mumbled with a self-satisfied smirk. “Forgive me. I didn’t understand what you meant.” He stood up straight and I shivered when he slid a finger inside me. “So you wouldn’t ever ration your own orgasms?”
I shook my head quickly. “Never!”
“Ahh,” he nodded, sliding another finger inside me and curling them deep into the sensitive place that made my body tingle. “So are you telling me that this orgasm I’m going to give you is mine?”
I nodded again. “All of it. Every single fucking second of it.”
“Don’t you mean, minutes?”
And then I was flying, my whole body a slave to his expert fingers as he stroked them over and over my G-Spot, his thumb tenderly circling my clit and prolonging the pleasure that rode through me. I could feel his gaze on me, his eyes witnessing the ecstasy he allowed me.
“Always a slave to me,” Flick whispered as I gasped for breath.
“Always.” I grinned back, my body humming with gratification. “Now run me a hot bath, my slave.”
He rolled his eyes and chuckled, but then he winked and started a new bath. “You’ll always own me, Dove. You always have, ever since your huge eyes looked up at me when I saved you from that kid who kicked you in the shin. I knew then that I would love you forever.”
My heart burst. “You remember that?”
“Of course I do,” he murmured as he poured a hefty amount of bubbles into my hot bath. “I’ll never forget it. It was the one and only time I’ve ever saved you.”
I gripped his jaw and turned him to me. “You’ve saved me over and over again, Flick O’Kane. More times than you can ever know. You saved me from the horror of my past and that is something I couldn’t ever survive through.”
His eyes held mine, a soft tender gaze making my heart swell.
“You saved my soul from years of pain. You saved my heart from shattering. You saved my mind from insanity. And you saved my body from the cruel terror it was forced to endure. You saved me every way, Flick.”
He groaned and kissed me, his hands fighting for my hair as his tight grip made me wince. Yet I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted him to absorb me and protect me forever. Because he was the only man who ever could. And he would be the only man who ever would.
He suddenly smacked my bottom. “Come on. I have a surprise for you. We need to get a shift on.”
“Oh?”
He nodded as he poured me a glass of the foul imitation champagne. “But we have time for a bath, don’t worry.”
I smirked when I saw his fresh erection. “Perfect,” I whispered as I sank to my knees before him and chucked his ration book in the bin.
“Holy fuck!” I choked out when I stood in the underground garage of Flick’s apartment and stared wide-eyed. Tears blurred my vision as I slowly ran my fingers over the gleaming metal. “Is it the same one?”
He nodded, a huge grin on his face. “It took me years but I eventually fixed her up.”
I remembered all the times I’d helped Flick fix up the Harley that now stood in perfect condition in front of me.
I stared at him when he handed me a helmet. “Maiden voyage, baby.”
“What? You haven’t ridden her yet?”
He slowly shook his head. “I promised you the first ride, and I never forget my promises.”
I quickly slid on the helmet before my tears brought me to my knees, and
then I climbed on behind Flick, wrapped my arms around him and allowed the fourteen-year-old girl to start again.
And she did. That small child who life had taken so much from began again. She grew into a life that only her dreams could have ever given her.
Jamie Flick O’Kane was born strong and healthy, and his sister Veronica Bliss came into the world three years later. They were given a life that many can only ever dream of. But most of all, they were loved, because after everything, their parents knew that strength and happiness only ever came from love.
Six years later, Dove O’Kane laid a small blue flower on her mother’s grave with a small smile, and finally set her past free.
Fate finally balanced the books and gave a life to a small girl who had only ever wanted to be loved.
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I would watch him watch the ocean. He would build fires and sit, all night waiting.
For her. For his dead wife.
She never came. I never expected her to. But he did. And he never let go.
Even when I fell in love with him he never let go.
Until the night of the storm. The night my worst nightmares came to life.
And I lost everything to her when she finally returned.
For us both.
This book contains scenes of sex and substance abuse.
Milly Evans has been PA to the head of Sparrow Towers for over eight years. And Milly loves her job. Her boss is the most affectionate and compassionate man she’s ever known. Geoffrey Sparrow’s high profile status and company prestige never changed the old man, and with his and Milly’s love for his respected company, their relationship gave them both something to cherish in the workplace and build an even better future for themselves and all Sparrow’s employees.
That is until her boss is brutally murdered and Milly witnesses the whole horrifying ordeal.
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