Page 57 of Not Your Hero

“Gannix,” she cries, sounding as if she wants to stop me, but she doesn’t. I work it into her until it won’t go any further. I step closer and line up my cock with her entrance before slamming into her. Emerson screams, and it goes straight to my core. I fucking love hearing her scream for me.

“You like this? You like when my cock is inside you?” I ask her through a growl. When she doesn’t answer me, I slam into her harder.

“Yes! I love when your cock is in me,” she yells this time. I smirk and keep fucking her like a madman until she’s trembling with the need to release. I slow down my thrusts and push her chest down onto the bed, grabbing both her wrists and pulling both her arms back toward me. Now I have leverage to really pound into her. And that’s exactly what I do.

I pull her arms back with each thrust, listening to her scream. I’m not easy on her. I don’t want to be. I keep going and going until her pussy begins to clamp down around me. Then, I slow down the pace once more.

“Gannix, please,” she begs.

“Say it again,” I demand as I slowly pick up the pace once more.

“Please. Please!” She hollers. I give her what she wants. I pull her arms back harder, this time, as I pound inside her. A few more thrusts are all it takes. Emerson explodes all over me, and I come inside her like a fucking freight train. I keep her arms pulled tight while my cock pulses inside her. When we’re both done, I slide out of her, pulling the vibrator out and shutting it off before tossing it on the bed. Emerson goes limp, causing me to chuckle.

“You want to sleep here?”

“Are you?”

“No. I need to get dressed,” I tell her.

“I want to sleep wherever you are,” she replies drowsily, making me smile.

I roll her over and offer my hand, noticing the tears on her lashes and cheeks. I pull her up and wipe them with my thumbs before kissing her. I lift her in my arms and carry her back upstairs and into my room.

“Why can’t you sleep like that?” she asks groggily.

“You know why.”

“But I’ve seen you,” she says through a yawn.

“I know you have, but this is going to take me time to adjust,” I remind her. She smiles at me, and it fucking takes my breath away.

“It’s okay, Gannix. It doesn’t bother me,” she whispers as her lashes slowly flutter.

“I know, but it does me.” I walk over to the bed and pull the blankets back, laying her down before covering her up. Then I walk back to my dresser and grab myself some clothes to put on before climbing into bed next to her.

I reach over and brush the hair out of her face as I look at her. She’s perfect. She’s fucking perfect, and she’s mine.

I don’t know how I’m going to keep her forever. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. I have to work. I have to get back after being gone for so long. What am I going to do with her? Takeher with me? I could lock her in my office with me every day, but I’m sure people would question that, not that I care. Fuck them. They don’t mean anything to me, not the way she does.

And Gary. What the hell am I going to do about him? He’s going to come back; I know he will. He isn’t going to let this go. I sigh as I turn my head and look at the ceiling. Maybe I fucked this up. Maye taking her wasn’t the right choice because now what? What the hell is going to happen to us?

I close my eyes and finally fall asleep. I’m not sure how long I sleep or what I even dream about. I yawn, and when I pry my eyes open, I can see the fucking sunlight coming in through the window. What the fuck? What time is it? How did I sleep that long? I never sleep until the sun comes up, so this is strange to me. I turn my head and see the bed empty beside me, and my heart leaps into my throat. Emerson isn’t here.

I throw the blanket back and climb out of bed, heading out of the room. I take the stairs quickly when I hear her cursing. I round the corner to the kitchen and see her trying to pry one of the windows open. I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I watch her. She hasn’t realized I’m here yet.

“Why won’t you fucking open!” She growls at the window. If I didn’t think she was trying to run again, this would be amusing, but I can’t be sure that’s not what she’s doing.

“I had it sealed,” I announce. Emerson jumps and screams at the same time, her hand covering her chest as she looks over at me.

“What the hell, Gannix?”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to open the window,” she says as if it was that obvious.

“Why? Trying to run again?” I question her.

“Through the window?” she asks, raising a brow.

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