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ook at that piece of scum with his hand feeling my girl up in the middle of a restaurant. What a depraved human being. So sexed up that he can’t treat her like the beautiful woman she is. And she is fucking gorgeous. That dress hugs her curves like a second skin, and the black contrasts perfectly with her fiery hair and creamy white skin. She’s perfect. A princess. That’s how she’ll be treated again when I’ve got her firmly in my arms, under me, and in my bed. Then, I’ll never let her leave.

“Another drink, sir?” The waitress steps in front of me, blocking my view of the private party. I asked to be seated right next to the room with a clear view through the one set of windows next to the entrance. I made certain that I was still far enough in the shadow to ensure Gillian didn’t see my face, otherwise I’d be playing my hand a lot sooner than planned.

I never do anything on impulse. Even killing both my parents had taken months of preparation. The only plan that didn’t come to fruition was Gillian. She is a chink in my armor, but no more. My inability to keep her is just water under the bridge. Once I get her back, she’ll remember her place. Even if I have to spend months hurting her, breaking her down, eventually she’ll succumb. Owning her mind is just as important as her body, and I’m a patient man.

When I lay my hands against the white of the tablecloth, the waitress gasps. “Sir, you’re bleeding. You’ve cut yourself.”

I look down, dazed, and realize that she’s right. Bright red blood drips down from the center of my palm onto the fine white linen leaving a crimson circle stain. Just like my bleeding heart. How fitting. Apparently, while watching Chase rub his slimy hands all over my girl, I clutched a steak knife so tightly it cut clean through the skin on the palm of my hand. Great, I may even need stitches.

“It’s nothing. Just bring my bill.” The waitress looks at me wide eyed, mouth agape, clearly concerned, not knowing what to do or say.Moron. “The check. Now!” I grate through my teeth, keeping my voice as low as possible, yet still holding enough conviction to set the young woman scampering off.

Rich fucker can’t even hire competent staff. The food was mediocre as well. I’ve had better, and for the price, the shit should have tasted like eating gold.

I can see that the party has ramped up. The staff just delivered some type of giant statue on a dolly. Leave it to the bastard to woo using his money. Well, he obviously doesn’t know my girl as well as he thinks he does. She was with me first, and I didn’t have a one hundredth of the money that asshole brings in. I wonder what the price of that smug face would cost a man. Doesn’t matter. I have plans for Chase. If he thinks he can keep my Princess locked away in his tower, he’s dead wrong.

In the meantime, though, I stare at her ex, Phillip. The man that’s always hovering. He’s like a dick in a glass case. Break in case of emergency. Yeah, he’d like to have her again. Who wouldn’t? You can see it across his pretty boy face. Oh, he makes a good show of taking up with the friend. Bree. She’s going to be the easiest to pick off, owning her own business. All the late nights she spends alone, closing up her studio before heading out. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel with that one. I’m going to save her for when the pickings are slim. Phillip, though, is about to get a new friend. Instead of following my girl, I’ll be tailing his ass waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

I remember the smooth metal cylinder waiting at home. It’s going to be so sweet to see him explode.

Chapter 5

Gillian

The morning sun streaks through the mostly closed drapes. A thin line of exposed sunlight lands directly over my eyes, waking me. A heavy arm holds me in place as I try to escape the sun’s rays. Instead of turning over, I turn into the warm body surrounding me. My face lands against heated, bare, male flesh. Mmmm. His scent is intoxicating and seems to have a direct path to my pleasure button. Chase is my personal scratch and sniff. When my nails scrape along his toned pecs his arms tighten and hips thrust. Reminds me of one of those pop up toys you give to a baby. Slide the switch one way and a lion pops up. Turn a knob and a monkey exits its cubby. Scratch a Chase Davis and his dick rises to attention. Admittedly, it’s a pretty fun game. Seeing my man’s cock swell and harden from my touch...it’s heady stuff, and endless entertainment.

Without jostling Chase too much, I wrap a firm hand around my favorite appendage. I’m rewarded with a low, raspy, groan. The kind from a man whose voice is thickened from sleep. With one finger, I trace a path from base to tip, appreciating the velvety softness. It’s quite possibly the softest thing I’ve ever touched. Pulling back the covers, I spend a few moments admiring Chase’s manhood.

He’s still asleep, but I’m certain he’ll be awake soon. It’s taken a good few months for Chase to become accustomed to sharing a bed with a woman. Before me he didn’t have sleepovers, and to my greatest relief, he’d never brought a woman to what is nowourhome. In the beginning, he’d often wake with nightmares or sleep very little. Now that I’ve moved into the penthouse and we’ve been sharing a bed, he says he sleeps more soundly than ever. As long as I’m in the bed where he can touch me he’s fine. If I get up in the night to use the bathroom, upon returning, I usually find him awake, already pulling the comforter back to welcome me once again into his arms.

He tells me I’m noisy when I get up and that he’s a light sleeper, but I know his secret. He senses when I’m gone, as I do him. On the rare days that he does make it up without disturbing me, he has taken to kissing my forehead before he leaves for work, knowing it bothers me to wake and not have him there. Usually I’ll feel a whisper of minty breath fall across my face on those mornings with a “soon my love” against my hairline. Chase never says goodbye. We haven’t really talked about it, but I suspect it has something to do with his upbringing. It must be significant to Chase. I make a mental note to ask him about it.

For now, though, this long, broad, toned god is mine for the taking. It’s Sunday and we don’t have to be at brunch at the Davis mansion until 11:00 a.m. A quick peek at the clock says its only 6:00 a.m. Plenty of time to gorge on my man without losing my appetite.

Quietly, I straddle Chase’s thick thighs, appreciating how his cock seems to surge up toward its mate, instinctively knowing I’m close. I hover just over his groin, keeping deadly silent, not wanting to wake him before I’ve looked my fill. Chase’s face is soft, angelic in sleep. All the tense lines of his jaw and eyes are gone as he slumbers. My businessman, my strong Superman is more a Clark Kent in the quiet of morning.

He has one arm down at his side and the other up over his head, hand curled into a loose fist. Even in sleep, the tendons and sinewy muscle of his forearms show his strength and capability. Those arms curve into squared off shoulders and the most perfect chest I’ve ever known. Not only is it wide and smooth, with only a smattering of dark hair, it’s a haven. When I lay my head on his chest over his heart, I feel as though I’m home. Safe, wrapped in the blanket of his arms. That is how I fall asleep, every night, and will continue to do so for the rest of my life. Never fearing what will happen to me, because I know that Chase will protect me. I no longer have to worry about being harmed in my sleep by the man I thought I loved. With Chase, I’m cherished in his arms and am comforted, knowing I alone belong there.

My gaze drops down past his tight abs to his lovely cock. I push further down his legs so I can get closer to the object of my affection. In my experience, which hasn’t been vast, a man’s cock is anything but pretty. With Chase, every inch is mouth wateringly beautiful. His penis is more pink in color and free of wiry hair along its length. Only a light patch of curls surround the base. I don’t know when he does it, but he’s perfectly groomed.

Chase’s manhood is devastatingly thick, as large as my wrist, and well above average in length. He doesn’t have one of those God-awful porno-sized dicks, but it’s the most impressive in size and aesthetics that I’ve had the pleasure of seeing. But the part of Chase that makes my body thrum, pulse quake, and pussy twinge, are the twin dips at each of his hip bones. God, how those dips where pelvis meet hips, torture me. They take me from zero to a thousand in one flash of bare skin. Even when I’m trying to be sneaky, I can’t help but lean down and bite and lick the tender flesh. It’s hard to hold back the violent growl and bite ofthe wordminethat wants to rip through my throat and put fear into the hearts of any woman within a mile radius of my man.

Leaning back further, I grip the sides of Chase’s hips and lick and suck each indention. The twinge of salt and man hits my taste buds seductively. It’s not enough. I need more. Always more. Digging my teeth into the tender patch, I tongue and suck until pain lances my tongue, and Chase’s hands tangle in my unruly hair. When I pull away, a bright red strawberry sized hickey is left.

“Marking your territory?” Chase’s low voice tunnels through my lust. When I look up, all I see is the sky. The room has gotten considerably brighter and Chase’s eyes are directly in the strip of light from the sun streaming through the drape’s opening.

“Yes,” I admit with absolutely no shame.

“Why?” There’s no malice in his tone. No irritation, only curiosity.

“Because I want to. Because I can.” Apparently, that was the perfect answer. His eyes darken as the pupils dilate, nostrils flare, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Come here,” he growls.

I shake my head. “Not done.”

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