Page 45 of Protect Me

Vance

Her father is still fast asleep. And very much tied to a chair in the living room. My hand brushes through Isabella’s hair. He underestimated me, and he knows better. Or have I underestimated him? He only brought one soldier, but more could arrive if he doesn’t report in soon.

As if reading my mind, Isabella steps away from me, goes to her father, and fishes through his pocket. She lifts his phone and uses his sleeping face to open it. Her fingers move in a flurry as she sends a text and sets the phone on the table beside him.

“What’d you do?” I ask.

She smirks. “I told them it’s done. If we didn’t, they’d send more men.”

I may not be a part of their life, but we’re on the same page there. The last thing we want is for the cavalry to come for her next.

My hand wraps up in her hair, and I drag her into me. “So fucking smart,” I growl.

She leans into me and I capture her mouth, completely ignoring the fact that her father sleeps just feet away as my tongue dances with hers. When I step into her until her back hits the wall, she whimpers.

“What if I wanted to fuck you in front of your father?” I ask.

A warm breath leaves her lips. “I can’t,” she pants.

My eyebrow rises. “I didn’t expect Isabella Angotti to be shy.” My hand moves up her bare thighs, raising the hem of the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing.

“I’m not shy!”

“Then suck my dick in front of your father,” I whisper.

Her hands wash down my body as she drops to her knees. She tugs down my boxers, and my cock springs to life in front of her face. I’m constantly hard around this girl.

Bella’s mouth wraps around me, and I thrust my hips to meet her movements. My hand grips the back of her head and encourages her. I drop back my head and release a groan from the depths of my belly because her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

“Goddamn it, Isabella, you feel so good.”

I look over and see her father stirring. I’m tempted to stop her, but he’ll be drowsy for a little longer. I fuck her throat harder and faster. I love that he might witness my cock in his sweet little girl’s mouth. Fucking her face.

He murmurs something, and my balls tighten until the pleasure bearing down on me grows intolerable.

“I’m going to come,” I growl. “Daddy’s going to come right in front of your father.”

“Please,” she begs. Her lips spread for me, and I jerk my cock in front of her face to spill the pearls of pleasure onto her beautiful tongue. Her father’s groan echoes mine as I finish on his beloved daughter.

On my beloved Bella.

My girl.

“I love you so fucking much, and I’m not saying that because of an imminent risk of death. I’m saying it with my come on your tongue because I want you to swallow those feelings I have for you. I want to be a part of what’s inside you.”

Isabella licks the come off her lips like the boss bitch she is and smiles up at me. “Love you too, daddy,” she says with a playful waggle of her tongue.

Speaking of daddies, we need to deal with her actual father. His glassy eyes focus on me as I put away my cock.

“Morning, father of the year,” I say as I drag his head back by his hair.

“You sick fuck,” he hisses, a tired, dazed ebb in his tone.

“I’m sick because I played with your daughter consensually, but you’re A-OK with the fact that her ‘husband’ tried to force himself on her? Makes sense.” I inhale. “Or are you mad that your daughter wants to be with me, but not the man you picked for her?”

“You don’t understand this life, Lore, and I don’t expect you to understand, but you have no idea what you’ve done.”

“What do I have to do to get you to accept us and our desire to be together? I don’t need you to like it, but I need you to leave us the fuck alone.”

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