Page 9 of Protect Me

I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m tougher than I look, you know.”

“I’m sure you’re very tough,” he coos.

I don’t appreciate his mockery.

“My father’s personal trainer also taught me self defense, so I kinda know what I’m doing,” I say.

Vance sighs, puts down his beer, strides toward the couch, and towers over me. He leans closer, sending his warm breath over my chest. He sits beside me and pulls me onto his lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask as I try to squirm away.

“I want you to show me.”

My mouth flops open. “Show you what?”

“Show me what you’d do when you’re done getting your pretty little rocks off,” he commands.

I roll my eyes, drop my knees to either side of his thighs, and lean into him. “Thank you,” I whisper.

I’ve played my part, so he plays his. “Thank you? That’s it?”

I raise my eyebrow at his subpar acting. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Before I can climb off his lap, he grips my wrist and holds me in place. “Oh no, I’m not done with you. You can’t tease me like that and just leave.”

He throws me onto my back like I’m nothing. I kick and fight him, forgetting everything I learned as he leans his weight into me.

“Stop fighting me, bitch, and let me finish what you started.”

I scream, kicking and flailing for what feels like my actual virtue. It feels so real. So scary. My fists make contact with his chest and face, doing nothing to stop him as he spreads my thighs with a rough grasp that makes me flinch.

“You think your father’s little personal trainer really taught you how to defend yourself against someone my size who wants what’s between your legs?” He pins my arms above my head, and I puff my cheeks. His eyes trail down my body and focus on the black shorts covering me.

“Well...I wouldn’t fuck around with someone your size to begin with. Get off me! Fuck!” I yell.

He keeps his hold on me as a show of force for a few more seconds before he releases my hands and climbs off me. “See? You’re playing a selfish and dangerous game, little girl. And that’s why you need me.”

He smirks as he picks up the empty beer bottle and goes into the kitchen.

As much as I believe I don’t need anyone to protect me, he made his fucking point. Even so, it doesn’t derail me from wanting to experience pleasure before the opportunity disappears forever.

He returns to the living room with another beer and plops down on the chair with a satisfied sigh. He’s an asshole. He’s maddening.

So why the fuck did his show of force make me a wet mess?

I cross my thighs and try to ignore the ache, but I’m almost willing to offer him a hundred grand to let me hump his leg so I can get some relief. I open my mouth but think better of it and close it. Instead, I flex the muscles in my thighs, sending a pleasurable rub of friction through my core with every rep.

My lips part enough to let a soft moan roll over my tongue. His eyes are on the television, oblivious to what I’m doing. Or so I thought. Right before I come, he reaches over with a powerful arm and tugs one of my thighs to part my legs.

“I told you, Isabella, no one aside from me will touch you, including yourself. Your body is mine for the next eleven days. Try to remember that.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Vance

Forcing her onto her back got me hard as shit. Our little game had me thinking exactly like the men she teases. I just have a lot more self-control than they do.

I pull out my phone and click on the icon for the security camera app I’ve installed. She’s lying on her side in the bed, playing on her phone.

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