Atlas (Billionaire Titans) by Alison Ryan

me.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said, making me arch my back to meet his rhythm. “I can’t stop wanting to fuck you, Piper. Does it feel good to get fucked so much?”
    “Yes,” I gasped, my climax surprising me with its intensity. “Only by you. My body can only do this for you.”
    “Fucking right,” he said, quickening his pace. “You’re mine. I own you.”
    He pressed his hands into my lower back, angling me so he could penetrate me more deeply. I cried out at the pleasure, he was hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.
    “Atlas!” I called to him. “I’m coming so hard!”
    He was panting now, fucking me with all his strength, growling. “I’m going to come too.”
    He screamed out, all of his need being met by my body.
    I kissed his face as he slowly stopped pumping inside me, his mouth, his sandpaper cheeks, and his eyelids. He wouldn’t stop staring at me, his heartbeat was rapid against mine.
    “I love you,” he whispered.
    I stared at him, my eyes wide. It wasn’t what I’d expected at all and as he said it I could tell he’d even shocked himself. But his face softened and he said it again.
    “I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing my neck, running his rough hands up the side of my body. “I’d die for you, Piper. Kill for you. And all I want to do is live to make you feel good. And safe.”
    Tears touched my cheeks, “I love you more than anything, Atlas.”
    He smiled, putting his hand on my face, making small circles with his fingers against my cheeks, “How is that possible? We’ve been together barely 3 days.”
    “Close proximity,” I said. “It speeds things up. And who couldn’t love you, Atlas?”
    He stared at me for a long moment, his expression blank, “As long as you do, that’s all that matters.”

Twenty-Three

ATLAS
    I ’d never told any woman I loved her. I’d never told any person at all that I loved them. But it had come out after the best orgasm of my life. And even then, I’d known without a doubt that I’d meant every word.
    What the fuck was I going to do now?
    She asked me how anyone couldn’t love me. But I could have easily asked her the same thing. She was so fucking beautiful and pure, something no one was worthy of touching or possessing, including myself. I owned the world, I could have anything I wanted, but she was the only thing I’d ever desire and truly need again.
    I’d ordered dinner brought to our room. We showered together, unable to resist touching, we’d christened the massive walk-in shower with our mind blowing sex.
    She wouldn’t stop saying she loved me. It was like she’d been holding back and it made me smile, knowing this sweet girl felt so much for me, even without me deserving it.
    “I love you,” she cried out as she came from my mouth in the shower. It made me want to keep going and never stop.
    “I love you too,” I said, my hands under her ass now, lifting her up to fuck her against the wall.
    When we finally came out of the bathroom, dinner had been set up by our butlers, though they were nowhere to be seen. I wondered if they’d heard us. I didn’t see how they couldn’t, Piper’s screams were the best kind a man wants to hear- loud and satisfied.
    But now they we weren’t in bed, it was somewhat awkward to be doing something as basic as eating a meal in one another’s presence. She was in an oversized cashmere bathrobe the hotel provided while I ate in a pair of workout shorts, shirtless.
    We silently ate, both of us ravenous having not had a decent meal since yesterday.
    “So what happens tomorrow?” she asked.
    I glanced over at her, “I have to meet with someone. But otherwise, there are no plans. We’ll leave for London in a couple days to see Dad.”
    “And then?” she asked. I wasn’t sure what answer she was looking for.
    “Well, by then I’m hoping we have some sort of idea what to do about this Spencer situation,” I said. “It’s part of the reason I have a meeting