Page 155 of Forbidden Heroes

“You hold your tongue, little girl, or I’ll do it for you. You’re no better than your mother. A lying whore of a woman. You let him fuck your virgin pussy for nothing. Now you’re no good to me used. Trash. Just like your mom.” So much rage spilled from the other man, spittle flew from his mouth the more he spat his obscenities. Shade flung himself around the officers, hand primed to give Allison another taste of his knuckles.

I didn’t think, just moved, and I sure the hell didn’t wait for another vile word to come out of the fucker’s mouth. I take the blow for her across the face, but it’s going to take more than a slap to take me down. A lot fucking more. The second my fist connects with the dirt-bag’s face, satisfaction fills me. Adrenaline pumps through me and the more I pound my fist into his face the better I feel. I rear back and land another and another. “Last night is the last time you get to lay a single finger on her, Shade.” I bellow in his now bloody face and I don’t feel an ounce of remorse.

“STOP!”

The voice of my angel pulls me out of the dark haze and I realize the officers have their hands on my arms trying to pull me off the fucking sleazeball now cowering at my feet.

Rage burns in me as I stand and step away. “Get this trash out of my house. I’ll be pressing charges for assault.”

It takes both officers to pull the whining asshat off my floor. “Be at the precinct today to fill out the paperwork, Mr. Savage.”

“You better bring a fucking lawyer. I’m going to sue your ass and take you for all your worth,” Shade mumbles around his broken lips.

He can try. Money buys more than loyalty. It buys Chicago’s finest legal counsel. And I have all the witnesses I need to prove I’m on the right side of the law in this instance. Maybe the camera crew was a good thing, after all. They caught everything through the open door and for a second I feel like thanking Shade for his thoroughness. Though he intended to ruin me, all he did was tarnish his own name.

As the cops leave I turn to find an empty space where Allison should be. Damn it.

Seven

Allison

He’d been so close to taking me. My body is still primed but I can’t help feeling all this was a huge mistake.

I feel I could have started over next to Mason. Thrills of excitement leave me wondering what it would have felt like to learn everything about him. I’m no fool. Fairytale endings are for books, but it could have been something sweet and long-lasting.

Now I don’t know where I belong. Definitely not with my uncle. Going back there is like signing my own death sentence. Especially after I handed over the evidence to his crime right in front of him.

Maybe that wasn’t such a smart move after all.

Back in the library I search for my thong and give up, shimming back into my angel costume, half considering if it’s acceptable to walk the streets in an oversized bathrobe. Unsure where I would go, I have the skirt halfway up my thighs when I hear him.

“Don’t say anything, Mason. Save us both the time.” I try to work in the steely resolve I want to feel but I know I sound defeated and tired. Just so tired. Staying here meant tarnishing his reputation. There’s no way my uncle will let this go without a media circus. I can’t let Mason or everything he’s worked so hard to build suffer for my family’s bad rotten core.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“It’s better if I leave. I don’t belong here.” I pull my clothes the rest of the way up my body and tug at the zipper.

“Maybe easier… but better? Not for you or me?”

He comes to stand in front of me and the last of my resolve crumbles as I look into his dark eyes. “I don’t belong here,” I whisper, feeling the truth of them weigh on me more than a ton of boulders. The saddest part? I’m not sure if it’s my heart breaking or just my dreams of finding someone to love me getting ripped from me before I can have what I want most in this world.

“That’s not true. You’re mine and you belong here. With me. In my arms, in this house. I want you to stay with me. Help me make this cold, dead place into a loving home.”

He takes my hands in his and pulls me to stand in front of him until my palms rest over his heart.

“And most importantly, you belong here. In my heart. You belong, Allison, and I’ll tell you a hundred times every day until you believe me.”

He presses closer and I find we’re back where we started hours ago. Me against his shelves and him towering over me with the sexiest grin. And I’m just as wet, if not wetter this time around.

He slips a thigh between mine and parts my legs and I lick my lips, remembering the last of his cum on my tongue. I can’t help it. He pulls the naughtiest thoughts from me though I know next to nothing of how to pleasure a man.

“I see you haven’t found your thong.”

“I don’t think there’s anything left to find if memory serves.”

A laugh rumbles in his chest and my nipples press against the confines of my bodice. My body’s reaction when hearing such a pleasant sound come from him makes me suck in a harsh breath, and I take my bottom lip between my teeth to quiet the noise. It’s either that or try explaining why my body reacts to him even when he’s not actually touching me.

But that doesn’t last long.

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