Page 142 of Forbidden Heroes

I refuse to have her fear me when so many others do. Like a wolf hungry for his mate, I prowl closer and don’t stop until I have her pinned to the back of my couch.

“What the fuck have you done? What gives you the right to put yourself in danger like that?”

“Umm, me.” She hooks a thumb at herself. “I don’t need your protection. I haven’t hit send yet. And I don’t care what kind of connections my uncle has. I refuse to run in fear of him and be under his thumb anymore.”

“You’re pushing me. Why?”

“He needs to be stopped.”

I raise a hand between us to shake a finger and she flinches away from me.

“Fuck,” I mutter and cup her tender face in my hands, pulling her to me. Rage for the danger she put herself in spikes my blood and urges my possessive streak. Her uncle was a desperate man, which made him unpredictable. “You’re too sweet to get drawn into such darkness and greed. Walk away.” But even as I say the words, I already know it’s too late. I’m not letting my angel go.

She settles her hands on my waist and something in me roars to life in that one soft, simple touch. A flood of possessiveness claims my senses, and from that point, I’d happily add murderer to the list of adjectives used to describe me in order to protect the woman in my arms forced into adulthood way too fast.

Being with her brings about a calm I’ve never felt before.

“Either you help me or I do it on my own, which will only make things ten times harder. For you and for me. Maybe even dangerous. Living under his roof, there’s no telling what he’ll do to me, or let happen to me under his watch.”

I don’t need it spelled out for me but she’s doing a damn fine job of making my gut tighten with anger and my heart rip with panic I’ve never felt. Shade is enough of a piece of shit to let his anger and bitterness toward me devour anything remotely good in his life.

Her hand goes to her throat again.

There’s no love in her eyes as she speaks about her uncle. My determination and my respect grows immensely for her desire to see justice served.

I lean in and press my lips against her forehead softly. “I’ll do it on one condition.” Over her shoulder I catch the glimpse of my clock and hold my smile in check.

She mimicked my earlier response.

“Oh? And what’s that, Mr. Savage,” she whispers sweetly, knowing damn well her soft voice drives me wild. If she doesn’t she’ll find out soon enough. She clutches that damn shawl, her big green eyes on mine.

“Say my name again,” I demand. “I want to know you can scream it when I part your creamy thighs and stretch your dripping virgin pussy with my big cock.”

Her voice shakes when she speaks. “What’s your one condition, Mr. Savage?” Damn, my name on her pretty red lips makes my cock throb.

“Mason,” I correct her as I lean close to her ear and purr, “Be mine and stay with me tonight.”

She trembles in my arms and tenses, her nails digging into my waist.

Reluctantly I pull away from her until she answers. My lips lingering near hers where I can feel her warm breaths.

It doesn’t take long.

Her eyes slip shut and her lips move with her answer. “Yes, Mason.”

Our gazes lock.

Her lips part and the tip of her tongue slips out to wet the plump, sweet flesh.

One word, one second and a single chime of the clock and I’m tasting heaven.

Three

Allison

Pleasure. Exploding, heart-pounding all-consuming pleasure rushes through me like a current of uncontrollable energy when his lips touch mine.

I close my eyes and shiver as his words strike chords in me like a well-tuned piano.

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