Concede (The Diamond Empire Book 1) by Kathy Coopmans (bts book recommendations .TXT) 📕

I do Victoria. No woman has ever felt as good as her. All creamy, soft skin, mounds of hair, and one-hundred percent woman. Being inside her is like heaven. The closest a man like me will ever get to it.

Victoria Hughes is my perfect sin. She likes it rough, slow, and in between. She’s as dirty as I thought.

I love hearing the soft moans she makes when she comes, the way her thighs shake when my face is between her legs. The woman has the sweetest tasting cunt.

And the way she sucks my cock. She does it as much for herself as she does for me. Fucking hell, I don’t even want to know how she can deep throat my entire length. I’d have to kill every little prick she’s been with before me if I knew their name.

And people say perfection doesn’t exist.

Bullshit.

I’m staring at it.

For three days, we’ve been trying this out. Getting along and arguing about stupid shit like we’d been together for years. Every night has ended with Victoria crying in my arms, ridding more of her grief. Her body trembling and wracking with all that stored up pain, heaving with sobs. Then turning around and letting me devour her.

Until we’re both sated and satisfied.

My intentions to break Victoria down the rest of the way, to get her to let it out all so we can move forward with nothing in between us, flew out the window when she said my name.

Hearing her say it with passion instead of how she did the other day had my chest expanding. Conscience from wearing her down no longer in sight. Pulse so hard, all I heard was the roaring rush of blood going straight to my cock. Swear I felt it hit every cell in my body. Shocking me to life. I itched to touch her, nerves crackling to hear it again.

I wanted to slip inside her, gather her close, and show her how much she’s wanted. For her to know she’s beautiful inside and out and all that I see.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t about to walk out the door, not when I told her I wouldn’t. But I had to make her see I wasn’t playing around. I wasn’t dragging what we feel for each other out any longer. That’s not how our story is supposed to go. We’ve wasted a lot of time as it is.

And definitely not when she’s permanently embedded into my skin, just like my ink. Not when those magnetic hazel eyes were filled with lust pulling me toward her the instant she walked through the door.

Irresistible.

Just like she is now as she scrubs a little harder and interrupting my thoughts. Her ass jiggling with the movement causing me to adjust my cock, and internally groan.

Fuck, I want that ass. Not as much as I want the most important part of her, though.

I want you. All of you. She had said.

Victoria might want all of me, but I don’t have all of her.

Not quite yet.

I don’t have all of her mind, and that’s a problem for me. Meaning, I couldn’t grasp hold of what Victoria is afraid of until I’d backed off and really listened when she talks. Until I’d catch her staring out the window, lost in her thoughts. Until she revealed her fear without realizing it when she spoke about her family dying.

Victoria is afraid of death.

We all are when it comes down to it. If someone says they aren’t, they are full of shit. But Victoria, she’s petrified of it.

I should feel guilty that I drove into her life at top speed, causing a head-on collision. Messing with her mind, but I don’t. And, fuck, the rational side of me knows to stay away. I just can’t. Not when she’s taking a chance on me and jumping into the flames.

It cuts and makes me proud of her at the same damn time.

All the while, these past few days, I’ve backed off, biting my tongue, pretending I’m not going crazy with keeping the knowledge to myself.

It’s making me all kinds of cagey.

I want her to open that pretty mind and tell me herself. Victoria just doesn’t know how to say it. How to wrap it around her head and let go of something she’s holding tight to her chest.

I want her to trust me completely. I want her to say to me in her words how frightened she is of death. Then I want to turn around and tell her that might be so, but she’s strong enough to deal with what I do.

Because she is.

She’s brave, fierce, and strong.

I’ll wait for her to come around. Listen while thirsting for vengeance and blood while taking our relationship one day at a time.

I want all of her. I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t. I wouldn’t take what she’s offered if I didn’t believe her mind will come around.

With that, I can be the patient man I am.

The fact she chose me regardless of what I do, fills me with comfort. She gave over her body willingly, her heart I’ll eventually hold in the palm of my hands once she offers it. Cherishing both like the gifts they are, but her mind, that’s the prize I want to conquer.

To become the victor.

The mind can talk you into doing anything. It’s a tricky little organ. Very complex, playing a role in everything we do. A double-edged sword. Sharp. Full of positive and negative. It’s harmful. Damaging. Destructive. Everything starts in the mind.

It’s a dangerous place. It’s a battlefield, and sometimes you need someone else to fight those battles alongside you. Quietly or verbally.

Everything starts and ends in the mind. It controls, and Victoria has hold of hers with an ironclad fist.

“Why are you standing there staring at me? You should be the one doing this, not me.”

Tears are streaming down her face when she swings her gaze over her shoulder to look at me. Instinct has me wanting to scoop