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  He stood and cupped my face in his hands; I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled myself up to meet him.

  I could taste myself on him, tangy and sweet, and it turned me on even more. That I had marked him with my scent, my juices, to know that he hadn’t given up a single drop of me made it all the more sexy to be with him.

  After he claimed my mouth again, wrapped his hand around my loose braid, and kissed me deeply and passionately, he pulled back.

  His eyes were full of lust, but also something else. Admiration, mirth, and something deeper.

  Love.

  I hesitated to guess that was the emotion I was seeing naked on his face, but it felt right in my gut. We were falling in love.

  “Yer so fekking delicious, kitten,” he said with a grin and licked his lips.

  “You’re so fucking amazing with that dirty mouth of yours,” I laughed and kissed his cheek. The stubble grazed my lips and I shivered at the sensation.

  “So what do you say now?” he asked, his eyes full of smug pride at my absolute subjugation through orgasm.

  “About what?” I asked, kissing his other cheek and putting my face against his naked chest.

  I eyeballed his tattoos and promised myself I’d ask about each and every one of them at some point soon.

  “Will ye marry me?” he asked in a low, serious tone.

  I pulled back, my arms still around his neck and I looked at him as if searching for some sign of a joke.

  He was deadly serious, he meant it and I knew he meant it from the bottom of his heart.

  But he was a playboy, all the long lines of women he’d paraded in the past few years marched through my head, the gossip sites speaking of hearts broken and promises never kept. They all rose to the forefront of my brain and my logical self began to take over again.

  But he cupped my face and kissed me, deeply, sensuously and with purpose. It was as if all our growing, budding love was transferred between the two of us and it was nourished by our kiss. It grew, reaching towards each other like a flower reaching towards the sun.

  He ended the kiss, held my face in his hands and raised his brows wanting an answer.

  “Well?”

  I took a deep breath, rolled my possible answers around in my head until the only one the seemed right came into the light.

  “Yes,” I said with a slow smile. “I will marry you, as fucking crazy as it sounds, I will.”

  No other answer could come to my lips, for this was the only way my life seemed destined to go.

  And I would go happily.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Lennon

  I couldn’t believe I’d said yes, it felt insane but at the same time completely right. Like it was the only choice I had.

  How could I deny the feelings that were growing between Knox and I? How could I say no to the man who was starting to feel like my entire world?

  “Fekking hell, kitten, ye just made me the proudest man on the planet,” he said and kissed me again. I felt a jangle of nerves explode in the back of my head and my insecurity took over a little.

  What if he still meant this as a simple business arrangement? What if he couldn’t be faithful to me?

  Was it worth it to risk my heart like this? I couldn’t deny the feelings I thought were growing between us, but what if they were one sided?

  He hadn’t gotten this far in the world by being a softhearted man, after all.

  His kiss was sincere; I believed it was. I needed to drive the fear out of my head and focus on the feelings blooming in my heart.

  The love that was growing there would be big enough for the two of us.

  It just had to be or we wouldn’t survive.

  He drew back, looked at me with a crooked grin and said, “I had planned on taking you ring shopping, but I’ve got to have ye right now…me bride.”

  I blushed a furious, deep hot red and he swept me up into his huge, muscled arms, eliciting a breathless giggle from me.

  “Right here?” I gasped, laughing, “What if somebody comes in?”

  “Ye didn’t seem to mind when I had me head buried between yer thighs, why get bashful now?”

  He had a point.

  He kissed me as he climbed the stairs to the boxing ring. I clung to him and muffled my protests against his lips, unable to come up with any clear reason we shouldn’t consummate our brand new union other than my own fear.

  I wanted to beg him to not hurt me, not break my heart, but I felt too weak for feeling that way. Instead I let him squeeze through the ropes and carry me to the center of the ring.

  “I’ve never had a woman here,” he said, laying me down and hovering over top of me. “I’ve always thought of it as a special place, like a temple to my sport. But yer part of it all, kitten. I want our first time to be here, to be special.”

  “You’ve been with so many women though,” I said with mistrust creeping into my voice.

  “Nobody like you,” he replied and began to work my clothing off, slowly sliding items over my limbs and head until I was completely naked beneath him. “Not a single one of them was like you, kitten. Every one of them is a ghost in my head now, you are the only one that matters.”

  My breath caught in my throat as he quickly got to his feet and peeled his training shorts off his body. I gasped as his huge cock sprung free of the confining clothing, seeming even bigger than I had imagined it.

  “I don’t know,” I said, starting to tremble with emotion and uncertainty.

  He dropped down beside me on the floor of the fighting ring and said, “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck ye, right here and right now. Tell me you don’t want me to slide inside of your sweet, hot cunt and fill you with my seed. Tell me you aren’t dying to have me cock inside ye, hammering at ye until ye can’t fucking breathe and the only name in your head is mine. Tell me no, kitten, or I’m taking ye right here and now.”

  I drew in a long breath that quivered with excitement and fear, but I couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop.

  “Knox,” I exhaled with a long breath. “I can’t…I don’t…oh god, just fuck me, Knox. I need you.”

  “I know ye do,” he said with a smug smirk. “After this you’ll never be able to get enough.”

  I closed my eyes and he cupped my face in his hands and said, “Keep yer eyes open, kitten. I want to see the look in them when I stretch ye wide and fuck ye deep.”

  He covered me then and kissed me again, harder than before. His mouth crushed mine and his kiss was hungry and demanding. His need was apparent and I couldn’t possibly turn him away. How could I ever turn down a force of nature like Knox O’Connor?

  When he saw what he wanted, he took it. And it just so happened that I wanted to give it to him.

  His hand moved down and he palmed my breast while holding himself up with the other. His hand was huge and rough, it was like liquid heat that sent strange thrilling sensations through my body as he worked my flesh.

  He pinched my rock hard pebbled nipple between his fingers, rolled it and squeezed it until pain and pleasure merged and I moaned.

  He dropped to his elbow and pushed his knee between mine, shoving them apart. “Yer so, so fekking beautiful,” he said in a thick, harsh tone. It sounded like he was barely containing himself, barely keeping it together.

  That alone was the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced. That a man as brutal and savage as Knox wanting me so badly that he almost lost control was insanely hot.

  “Fuck me, please,” I gasped and his hand slid down my body, grasped his huge cock and rubbed the head up and down my sopping wet cleft.

  He paused, I held my breath and waited, and he finally pushed against my entrance and was inside.

  It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Knox

  Her cunt was so tight I didn’t know if I’d fit at first.

  But I pressed on, cradling her head in one hand and propping myself up over her with th
e other as I forced myself inside, deeper and deeper, until I was balls deep and there was nowhere left to go.

  I paused and let our bodies adjust to each other, I knew I was much bigger than average but usually I didn’t give a fek, I just pounded away on whatever slut had followed me home from the fight.

  Lennon was different. I wanted her to feel every bit of our first time and to enjoy it all. I never wanted to hurt her, I could fill my life bringing her joy and bliss and be content for the rest of my days.

  “Fuck,” I exhaled as her pussy fluttered around me, sending shockwaves of primal pleasure from the base of my spine to the base of my cock. It was a loop of explosive ecstasy that took every ounce of strength I had to resist.

  I wanted to go slow for her, to give her time to adjust and give her time to enjoy herself.

  But fuck…it wasn’t easy to hold back.

  I pulled out and she groaned, bit her lower lip and her eyes fluttered closed.

  “Open them,” I ordered, unable to keep the menacing tone from my voice. I felt like seeing her eyes was the only way I could keep myself from fekking destroying her body as I fucked her hard. Her eyes helped me focus and pace my assault on her gorgeous body.

  “Okay,” she breathed and smiled a little. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her mouth was a perfect little red bow.

  I dropped and kissed her as I slid in and out of her tight, slick cunt with a steady rhythm. She was making the hottest little noises against my mouth as my tongue pinned hers down, making her body mine and completely mine.

  I had her from each end, her mouth and her pussy.

  I felt her little body stiffen up and her eyes widened with surprise. She was about to come and I wanted to get there with her.

  “I wanna put a baby in ye,” I whispered as I pushed myself up again so I could really pound her hard. “I wanna fill you up and watch yer belly grow with my child.”

  “I don’t know,” she started to say but I didn’t let her finish. I knew she didn’t seem that interested in children, but she’d fekking want my baby by the time I flooded her cunt with seed.

  “Tell me you want me baby,” I said and slammed in her. She drew her legs up and hooked them over my shoulders, letting me get deep and hard into her cunt.

  “I don’t want–”

  I cut her off with a hard thrust. “Ye don’t want what? Ye don’t want me to stop?”

  “God no, don’t stop,” she moaned and dug her hands into my hips, trying to claw me in even deeper.

  I slammed hard and stopped, felt her cunt throbbing around my shaft, felt her fingers digging harder. “Say it then. Tell me what ye want and I’ll flood your cunt, kitten.”

  “I want it,” she rasped in a hard, desperate voice.

  “What?” I replied with a cocky smirk. I knew I had her then.

  “I want your baby,” she answered with a sobbing moan. “Make me pregnant, Knox. Fill me with your child.”

  “As you wish, my greedy bride,” I replied and finished with a flurry of thrusts that sent her legs rocking and her head tipping back against the springy floor of the boxing ring.

  “Take it,” I said as I came, “take it all, kitten. Drink my cum, let yer cunt take it all.”

  “I want it all, Knox,” she cried out, “Oh god, I love you!”

  I felt the pressure break like a dam in my balls and I exploded deep inside her body. Her pussy clenched hard as she came, milking me dry with her body’s desperate need.

  I stayed still as my cock throbbed on its own accord, swelling and shooting her full of my seed. Her pussy reacted in kind and pulsed against me, dragging me in deeper, not letting me withdraw until we were both satisfied.

  I relaxed and dropped down onto her, pulled out and rolled to the side, taking her with me in my arms.

  She lay with her head on my chest, her breathing slowing with mine as we came down off our shared high.

  “That was…intense,” she said with contentment oozing from every pore.

  “It was perfect,” I said and stroked her damp hair, brushing it off her forehead.

  “You know I don’t think I want a kid. I’ve never wanted one,” she told me, looking up at my face. Her sincerity was apparent but she was cute in her naïve state.

  “Ah, kitten,” I growled smugly, “once yer bursting with our baby, you’ll change yer mind. It’s the most natural thing in the world and the one way we can combine our bodies and bring our love to life.”

  She stared at me, scanning my face as if looking for deception. “I’ve never thought about it like that,” she said and a thoughtful look fluttered across her features. “I’ve never felt like this before but it’s slowly making sense to me.”

  “It can only make sense, it’s the only thing that makes sense to me,” I said and stroked her hair. “And kitten?”

  “Yes,” she replied, looking up again.

  “I love ye too,” I replied and she smiled, a broad grin that drove away any of the sadness that seemed to haunt her at times.

  She snuggled in closer and I hooked my arm around her, stroking her hair and talking to her about our future.

  It was big and full of love.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lennon

  “This is too much,” I said and shook my head while staring in awe at the giant diamond on my finger. “I can’t take this.”

  “If ye like it, it’s yours,” Knox said calmly.

  I’d been a bit of an anxious ninny over almost every single ring he’d shown me. I also felt way in over my head and way out of my comfort zone. This one was perfect though, it fit my finger and shone like a sky scattered with stars.

  When he’d said ring shopping I’d expected we’d drive downtown to some jewelry store and pick one out of a glass case.

  Apparently that’s what you did when you didn’t have the Knox O’Connor celebrity and financial pull.

  The store we’d come to was not recognizable from the outside. It was a simple blacked out glass door in a tall office tower downtown. Knox had hit the intercom button, announced who he was, and we were let in with a buzzing alarm.

  Inside it had felt more like a museum with every piece of jewelry and precious stones out on display, not behind glass.

  I guess the ultra rich weren’t into shoplifting.

  The man who was assisting us acted more like a dutiful butler than a salesman, carefully explaining the pros and cons of each cut, each band, each precious metal, but never once mentioning price.

  I did love the one on my finger though.

  God how it sparkled.

  “I just can’t,” I said, glancing at the butler shop fellow. “I mean this thing costs a fortune, doesn’t it?”

  “Eighty six thousand dollars,” he replied.

  I gasped and said, “No way, I can’t do it. I’ll lose it down the garbage disposal or something.”

  “That’s not including the setting,” the butler fellow added.

  “Get it, kitten,” Knox said, taking my hands in his and looking me in the eye. “You need something that’s even half as beautiful as ye are, and I can see you love it. Yer eyes light up like a little girl at Christmas every time ye look down at it.”

  “I do like it,” I sighed and held my hand out once again, admiring it on my finger.

  “It’s sold,” Knox said, pulled out a buttery soft black wallet and handed the shop person a black card. He retreated to the back and left us alone for a moment. “Are ye happy, Mrs. O’Connor?”

  “I’m beyond thrilled, Mr. O’Connor,” I said. “This all feels like a dream though, but I don’t want to wake up.”

  “Ye don’t need to wake up, kitten,” he told me, taking my hand in his and looking at the ring. “This is yer life now. I’m the King and yer my Queen. And I love you, more than you could ever know but I’ll spend my entire life trying to show you how much. Yer mine, kitten, and mine alone.”

  I was overwhelmed with how much I did feel like a queen, his equal, his love and partner in
life. I didn’t know how to express the emotions that were rising in my chest and threatening to bubble up uncontrollably so I simply whispered, “I love you Knox O’Connor.”

  He wove his fingers in my hair and pulled me to kiss him.

  I felt the familiar crush of his mouth on mine and my body reacted immediately. I felt my stomach quiver and my pussy clenched as hot desire pooled in my panties.

  He had that way with me, with my body. The moment his lips were on mine, all bets were off and I probably would have gotten on my knees for him right then and there in the store.

  That should have been a warning sign, but it wasn’t. I was falling too deeply to feel anything but absolute certainty that I was heading in the right direction.

  The butler shop fellow returned and handed Knox his black card. He smiled and said, “Would you like us to fashion a matching wedding band?”

  “Definitely,” Knox said. “We’ll need it next Friday. That’s the day we’re getting married.”

  “Friday?” I squeaked my surprise.

  “Aye, is that a problem?” Knox asked with a grin. “I’ll give ye the day off from George’s.”

  “Excellent,” the fellow said, clearly not wanting to get involved in our conversation. “I’ll have it sent to you with days to spare.”

  I smiled and thanked him, he coolly took my hand and shook it limply, and we left the store.

  “So now what?” I asked, feeling a little disoriented. I didn’t know if I should go home or follow Knox back to his place or get a hotel or go to work…or…or…or…

  My throat tightened as he paused before answering. Was this where he told me it had all been a joke? That I’d been set up or something?

  “Ye come back to my place,” he said with a sweet smile. “I suppose it’s yer place now too though.”

  “Can we stop at my apartment and get my things?” I asked.

  “Of course,” he replied and I gave him directions.