Page 10 of Protecting Charity

I holster my weapon then grab her by the back of the neck, pulling her tight into me. “I told you to wait. Don’t fucking scare me like that again. Next time do as I say.”

“I had it—”

I suppressed her explanation with my mouth, bruising her lips. I knew what she was going to say, and it wouldn’t make me feel any better.

Her plump lips melted into mine, and she moaned. I wrapped my arm around her waist and gripped hard—never wanting to let her go. Her dresser rattled and shook as I pushed her against it and ravaged her without mercy. She did this to me—twisted my guts up inside into an intricate mess of uncertainty and agony until I snapped.

Her gun hit the dresser with a heavy metal clunk as I lifted her legs to wrap them tight around my hips. The scent of lilacs drifted heavily in the air. It was her smell. I would always recall her by the perfume of those purple-colored blossoms.

Her head tipped back against the wall, baring her throat, and I indulged. I ran my teeth against her delicate flesh and bit hard, bringing out a sensuous sigh from her lips.

Was I going to teach her a lesson or celebrate that she was still alive and that I didn’t just walk into an ambush or massacre? Lord knows she wouldn’t go down without a fight, and there’d be a few casualties lying beside her.

I choose celebration. Life is too short in this game.

Tossing her to the bed, I made rapid work of liberating her body of clothes. Her dark brown hair fanned out across the bed, giving her an angelic-like appearance. My deadly angel sent from above to land in my arms. No one would suspect an ethereal being to be so treacherous, violent, or seductive.

“Bella. What are you doing to me?”

A teasing grin slipped across her lips as I stripped, throwing my clothes all over the floor. My cock ached to find her wet for me to take my frustrations out on her. She held her arms out to me, urging me to come to her, an urge I'd never deny her. She called to me like no one before.

Crawling over her slowly, I licked up her body as I moved towards her lips. I swirled my tongue around her navel, kissed between her swollen breasts, then pulled at her nipples with my teeth. She hissed as it popped from my mouth. I could stay here, keeping her just on the cusp of everything she craved. I’d make it my purpose in life to torture her in the most exquisite ways.

“Max. Don’t make me beg,” she said, undulating her hips impatiently.

I aligned my cock at her heated entrance and drove hard inside of her, giving her precisely what she demanded. Her nails sliced into my back as she cried out, making me pick up my pace just to hear her screams. She craved this as much as I did, and I’d be happy to fulfill her never-ending appetite. I flipped her on to her knees, shifted forward, sinking deeper, striking the end of her. Her pussy clamped around me, squeezing my dick tight as she trembled beneath me.

I dug my fingers farther into her hip, holding on to her for dear life. Sweat trickled down my chest as I thrust into her velvety flesh. I couldn’t get enough, I never would. Her mouth parted as her face relaxed, and her nails found my arm, pinning her knee in place. She sank her claws into my skin and slashed her way to my soul, imprinting herself there for all eternity. Slivers of pain chewed through my flesh as she clawed her orgasm into my muscle with a permanence I’ll always remember.

My balls tightened with the last impetus as I shot my release deep inside her, marking her, claiming her again.

I crashed down beside her, then she curled into my side, resting her head on my chest. The fear that once smothered us in this room was now replaced with the scent of sex, plus the sound of exhausted breaths and love for a girl I was never allowed to have.

“So…” she said, “want to get some tacos?”

I chuckled as I drew her in closer to me. How do you keep a perfect moment from ending with the reality of life flooding back in?

“We should probably check your cameras and see who set off your alarm first.”

Right, priorities.

Chapter 6

Charity

Tacos? Real smooth, Charity.

His chuckle rumbled like music to my ears that made my knees weak, and tingling cropped up out of thin air. I sat on the bed, his cum still slicking my thighs, as my nerves hummed with satisfying satiation. His tattooed body lay beside me with skin glistening from sweat. I had the desire to run my hands across him, just to touch him once more, while the urge to scrape my nails down his back kept itching at my mind telling me I needed to make sure this was still real and I didn’t imagine any of it. Will this ever not feel surreal?

I whacked his thigh with a high-pitched skin-on-skin connection, causing him to yelp. I bound away from him quickly to avoid any retaliation, then went to the restroom and cleaned up, reluctantly washing his cum from my body.

Max banged on my door, drawing in a wicked case of déjà vu, and I beseeched the gods he didn’t say my dad was here.

“What’s taking so long? You’ve got to see this.”

I pat my chest to calm my erratic heart. “In a minute.”

Tossing the towel in the hamper, I walked out as naked as I walked in with his eyes burning a hole in my back. “I can feel you staring.”