Page 58 of Ferocious Nightmare

She'd made it to the archway leading out of the large dance floor by the time I’d reached her. Grabbing her waist, I yanked her to me, kissing her.

She gasped in surprise, then kissed me back, jumping up and into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She tasted like fire and sin, the light to my dark, the sunrise to my perpetual night.

She gave me hope that I could not only survive this world, but thrive in it.

Be actual, fucking happy.

And yet, her stubbornness made me lose my goddamn mind. I couldn’t control her, and that was unacceptable.

My mouth devouring hers, I marched back through the throng of people, down the hallway, and into my office. All I could think of was that I wouldn’t be able to protect her. That she would leave me forever. That she didn’t truly love me enough to come back to me.

I slammed the door behind me, kissing her the whole time.

I needed to stop her from going to him. I couldn’t lose her…

And yet, I knew she was right.

I'd seen firsthand that attempting to control someone only meant you lost them. I’d learned that with Bourbon and Rose. I had to follow the advice I'd given to him, and let her make her own choices in life.

I had to let her go.

"Swear to me that you won't let him touch you," I groaned into her mouth, knowing that I would never force her to do anything. I refused to be like my father. "Swear to me that you'll do anything in your power to be safe."

She clutched me to her, her breaths uneven. "I swear, Coulter."

"Swear to me that if you ever have the chance, you will blow his fucking head off."

"You know I will."

Putting her down on my desk, I shoved everything aside. "You belong to me, Aster." I wrenched her dress up.

"Yes, Coulter."

"If he so much as touches you, I don't care what happens to anyone else, I will fucking kill him." Quickly undoing my pants, I yanked her panties to the side, then slammed up inside her. The good girl was already wet for me. She gripped the side of the desk, her knuckles white as I pounded into her. "Tell me, nightmare. Who owns this body?"

"You do."

"Say my name."

"Coulter!" She screamed as I ravaged her with my cock. I ripped the top of her dress down, tearing it so I could see her tits bounce as I fucked her harshly.

Everything else was falling down around me.

The cartel was fighting back, saying that my killing Angel deserved restitution.

One of Nero's men had almost killed Bourbon and Rose yesterday. They'd barely escaped with their lives.

Bourbon couldn’t get all the information I needed.

And now, this women, my nightmare, was offering herself up on a platter to the man I hated the most.

What if he hurt her? Raped her?

I couldn't trust him.

And yet, I had to give her what she wanted.

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