Page 39 of Protect Me

“Good girl. Come for me,” he whispers before leaning down and kissing me. He swallows every moan he wrenches out of me.

His soft and gravelly words send me careering off my cliff, and I come for the first time with a cock stretching me and stuffing me until I feel more full than I ever thought possible.

“I want to fill you,” he says.

I know it’s supposed to be a question, and my answer should be no, but I want him to fill me too.

His hand grazes my belly. “Would your father still kill me if I were the father of your child? If this belly was swollen with our baby?”

I sit up on my elbows and stare at him because what the fuck is this baby talk and why do I like it? No, I don’t want to get pregnant. Yet. But fuck if I don’t love the idea of him filling and impregnating me. Would my father let us back in if he knew I was carrying a child? Somehow, I still don’t know if he would.

“Vance,” I say, my voice stern. Now isn’t the time for this.

His hand moves toward my mouth, and he places the red tinged fingers between my parted lips before putting them in his own. “I won’t do it tonight if that’s not what you want, but I will fill your sweet little cunt the next time I fuck you.”

He grips the base of his dick and pulls out of me. Warm, slick skin brushes my clit as he strokes himself and comes on my pussy. The heat of his pleasure drips toward my entrance, and I moan. I almost tell him to put his cock back inside me so that warmth can fill what now feels so empty.

Vance tucks himself away and zips up his slacks. He looks around, smiles, and grabs the handkerchief from Antonio’s pocket. After shaking it open, he cleans me off, sending a different kind of shiver through my body.

Then he asks the question I still don’t have an answer to.

“So will you be coming with me, little girl?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Vance

Her eyes drop to her husband’s body. If she really wanted to, she could blame me for all this and live her life in peace. I’d let her. Even though her family’s soldiers would come after me, I’d sacrifice myself so she could return to her normal life if that’s what she wants.

She’d probably be married off to the next schmuck her family elects to hand her off to, but this is a decision she has to make. She can choose the life she’s always known, or she can choose to come with me.

It’s a big ask. We’ll spend our life hiding from both sides if she takes a chance on me. I can’t give her the expensive cars or luxury housing she’s accustomed to, either. If I were her, I’d be inclined to blame it all on me.

“Vance,” she says as she sits up.

I seek the least bit of intel on what direction she’s leaning, but her voice is level, her expression unreadable.

I step into her and pull her to her feet. “Tell me.”

I need her to tell me because I can’t wait a moment longer for her answer. My fate rests in her soft hands. Will I run from her or with her?

“Running away with you is suicide,” she whispers.

My shoulders drop.

“So I guess I’m suicidal.” Her dark eyes round as the corners of her lips draw upward.

I guess we both are. And there’s no one else I’d rather die beside.

I lean into her and kiss her. “I’ll make you come every day until then.”

She licks her lips as she pulls away from me. “Hopefully it doesn’t hurt like that every time.”

I reach behind my back, draw my second pistol, and offer it to her. She smiles and takes the gun, then checks to see if it’s loaded with such sexy effortlessness, like she was born with a gun in her hand. Considering this family, she may have been.

Her dark eyes flash with a fire I haven’t seen before. “Well, let’s get this shit show on the road.”

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