Page 39 of A Monster Is Coming

He’d be willing to give all of this up for me. It seemed crazy. I couldn’t let him do it. If he came with me, that was the guarantee of a target on his head. I didn’t need to leave right away. Moving in with him, trying this out, could be fun. Dangerous, but also fun.

“I would love to move in with you,” I said, and it was strange how good that felt to say.

Even though I was terrified of my father finding me and of the consequences of anyone learning who I was, this was something I wanted to do.

I’d run away from my father to have my own life. To live how I wanted, and stop being afraid of whenever there was a knock on the door, yet, I’d been living my life like I expected that knock. I didn’t even know if my father was around, if he was close, if he even cared what I was doing.

Peter pulled away, opened his car door, and I saw that look in his eye. I’m no expert when it comes to men, but I knew what that look meant, and I didn’t hesitate to remove my seat belt, and join him out on his front driveway.

Within minutes we were inside his home, and it didn’t take us long to start tearing each other’s clothes off. In our desperation to get naked, we didn’t make it upstairs, and much to my surprise, we were in his sitting room. The curtains were already drawn closed and he pressed me over the long edge of the sofa. He spread my legs and I couldn’t contain my moan of pleasure as he cupped me between the thighs. One of his fingers slid knuckle-deep inside me, and I cried out, hungry for more.

He growled my name against my neck as he’d leaned over to tease where my pulse was. Whenever he played with my neck, I struggled to contain my arousal.

No matter what I did, even if I gritted my teeth, I had to moan, I had to do something because it felt so good, and I didn’t want it to stop.

“Please,” I said.

The two fingers that were inside me moved, slid up toward my clit, and he began to massage my nub, and I felt so close. It always embarrassed me, because Peter lasted a long time through sex. Just a few seconds of Peter’s magical touch and I was ready to orgasm. It never took long for me to be ready, and sure enough, brief moments later, I screamed his name as an orgasm tore through my body.

It felt so good.

I didn’t want it to stop.

Not for a second.

And he didn’t let it stop.

He prolonged my orgasm, teasing my clit, but he took his time stroking me, allowing me to get accustomed to the feel of his touch. I wanted it all. So hungry. So desperate for everything he was doing to me.

Before long, he’d sent me into a second orgasm, and the sheer force of it took me by surprise. This time, my release hadn’t even finished, and I felt Peter stop, and the press of his cock as inch by inch, he began to sink inside me.

I moaned for more.

Peter put his hands on my hips, and slammed the last couple of inches inside me, making me scream in pleasure. My whole body felt on fire and not in a bad way. It was heady. I loved this part.

The hands on my hips didn’t stay there. Peter sat to the hilt inside me, and he slowly ran his hands up my body, sliding beneath me, cupping my tits, and playing with them. Tweaking the nipples which sent a pulse right between my thighs, startling me.

It felt so good, and then he moved down, going back to my hips to hold onto me as he started to pull out until only the tip of his dick remained. Then, achingly slowly, he started to fill me.

His strokes began slow, and he’d been doing this for some time, allowing me to get accustomed to the feel of him inside me. It always felt too good to be true, and as he worked that impressive length, I didn’t know if I would be able to stand it much longer.

Then, he picked up the pace, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the air. I cried out, the pleasure taking me by surprise, and there was no pain. I knew Peter wasn’t capable of causing me any pain.

There was that pesky little thought—I knew in that moment I was in love with this man. How could I not be? He’d done everything for me, and he’d be willing to leave with me as well. Coming on the road, traveling with me, it seemed so strange to think he would do that for me. That anyone would care enough about me to come with me.

And yes, I had fallen in love with Peter Shadows, and I wanted to hold onto these moments for a long time.

Chapter Ten

The Beast

“You could have called me,” I said, looking toward Ivan.

“And when I need you, trust me, I will call you.” Ivan was sitting in the far corner of the room, sipping a glass of whiskey.

This was not the kind of place I imagined Ivan seeming so comfortable. It was a rundown farmhouse where we’d taken shelter for the past couple of weeks. I truly didn’t get this man.

The boss of any Bratva did not spend time waiting for threats from a woman who was not even his kin, to help his Brigadier. All the Brigadiers, soldiers, associates, they bent over backward for the boss, for their king.

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