Page 16 of Dirty Girl

“Oh my God! What happened?” She screeches as she grabs ahold of Dylan as if to pull her from my arms.

I snarl at my little sister, irrationally pissed that she tried to pull Dylan from me. Jackie’s eyes widen as she takes in how closely I’m holding Dylan and how tightly she’s clinging to my body. Dylan hasn’t even acknowledged Jackie’s presence. I can see the wheels turning and I know my sister is about to ask questions I don’t care to answer right now. Reg chooses that moment to walk up, staving off any potential confrontation between us.

“She okay?” Reg asks, nodding to the precious bundle in my arms.

“Just shook up.”

“We’ve got this handled. Go take care of your girl.”

Jackie sucks in a breath of shock, but before she can say anything, I level my gaze at her in warning. “Reg will take you home.”

“What about Dyl?”

I drop a kiss to Dylan’s head and hug her closer to me. “She’s mine. I’ve got her.”

With that I walk away with my precious cargo held close. Rage still simmers under the surface. When I think about the stark fear on Dylan’s face, I want to lock her in my bedroom, and then find the man that touched her and destroy him like an avenging angel. I’d raze the world if it meant she’d be safe and mine for always.

By the time we make it upstairs to my penthouse, Dylan has relaxed into my hold and is no longer desperately clinging. I briefly set her down so I can enable the security system and put out a do not disturb call through the system so that my staff knows to leave us alone. I lift her back into my arms and she wiggles in protest.

“Just let me carry you, beautiful. I’m feeling a bit out of control right now and holding onto you is keeping me from murdering that fucker.”

Her eyes widen in fear, then soften as she takes in the truth of my words. She lays her head on my shoulder. Burying her face in my neck, she nuzzles me. Soft fingers toy with the hair on the nape of my neck. Her touch is a balm to the dark emotions roiling through me.

I carry her straight to the en-suite bathroom and set her on her feet once again. As she takes in her surroundings, I busy myself with getting the shower temperature just right. With that done, I take in the sight of her. Now that we’re alone and she’s directly in front of me, I can look my fill. She’s out of this world gorgeous, even tear-stained and disheveled.

Her attention settles on me and when she sees how I’m looking at her, her cheeks heat with a deep blush that trails down her chest drawing my eyes to her pert tits.

“What are you wearing?”

Her blush deepens and her chin dips, hiding her eyes from mine as she wraps her arms around herself self-consciously. I reach her in two quick steps and grip her wrists pulling her arms away—not letting her hide what’s mine.

“Oh no you don’t,” I scold. “Don’t you hide from me now. You wore this little number and I’m going to admire every inch of your body.”

I devour her scantily clad body from head to toe. The fabric of the dress clings to her curves, shimmering gold even in the dim lights of the bathroom. Her nipples are clearly outlined by the silky material, leaving zero to the imagination. Add in the low-cut neckline and flimsy fabric and you can make out every delectable inch of my girl’s perfect little breasts. My eyes skim down her body, pausing briefly on her creamy thighs.

I drop one of her wrists and walk a circle around her body, holding her in place with my grip on her other arm. The sinful dress ends just below the plump curve of her ass, putting her thick thighs on full display. Thinking about all the fuckers that saw Dylan dressed like this has me burning in rage again. I can hardly blame the idiot for making a move on her, she’s utter perfection and doesn’t even know it.

I wrap both arms around her from behind, grabbing hold of either side of the front of her dress. Taking advantage of the ridiculously low neckline, I rip the dress straight down the middle in one quick motion. Dylan gasps as it falls to the floor around her ankles, leaving her naked, save for her lacy white thong and black fuck-me-heels.

Back in front of her, I raise her face up with a finger underneath her chin. “What did I say about showing off this tight little body?”

The look on her face is a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and lust. “I’m sorry, Jenson.” Those big gray eyes well with tears as she tries to explain. “Jacks made me wear it. She hated the outfit I picked and you know how she is.”

I growl low in my throat, knowing exactly how my little sister is. Her running roughshod over Dylan whenever she can is something that I’m going to have to address. I never want Dylan to feel uncomfortable and while she looks amazing dressed to the nines like she was, it also isn’t her. She’s always been shy, preferring to blend in rather than stand out. And she’s always had an easy confidence about her despite her shyness. It would be a shame if she felt pressured to change. She’s perfect as she is.

Hating the look on her delicate features, I cup her heart-shaped face between my palms then slant my lips over hers. At first she is stiff, almost unresponsive. I refuse to let her close off after what happened downstairs. I suck her bottom lip between mine then bite down just hard enough to cause her to part her lips on a gasp. Wasting no time, I slip my tongue inside. The second our tongues meet it’s like throwing gasoline on a fire with how quickly she burns. All hesitation is gone and she’s kissing me like her life depends on it—like she’ll die without it.

Reluctantly, I pull my lips away. She whimpers and tries to follow my retreat, not wanting to lose the connection. I’ve got better ideas and it’s time to get my dirty girl clean.

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