Page 79 of Defiled Innocence

“I don’t trust him, Amelia. You’ve known him a long time, but that makes it easier for him to manipulate you.”

“He’s not manipulating me. He’s looking out for me; he probably just thinks that I’d make money on the deal.” She pauses. “But I won’t give him any money. He did sound a little desperate in those texts.”

Cupping her chin, I pull her head back so I can brush my mouth across hers.

“Good girl,” I whisper just to watch her pupils dilate and that blush spread further across her face.

“I need to take a shower. I can still smell that fireball on me.” She scoots around me and slides off the bed.

“Do you need help?” I offer, ready to strip out of this shirt and jeans to get in with her.

She laughs and waves me off. “No, thanks. The last time you helped clean me, you got me all dirty instead.”

My cock gets even harder remembering the sight of my cum spurting across her ass in the shower. The water washed it away too quickly, though.

“Fine. I’ll be in the kitchen. Do you think you can handle something more than toast? Eggs, maybe?”

She scrunches her face. “Maybe not those. Pancakes? And coffee? Really strong coffee.”

I grin. “Of course.”

Once she’s dressed for the day, maybe I’ll take her shopping. She needs more clothes and the girls haven’t been able to nail her down to get them. The center keeps her too busy, and now with the carnival planning she’s buried even deeper.

Yes. I’ll demand she take the day off and we’ll go shopping. Get lunch, too. Something casual. Something ordinary married couples do on the weekend.

“Boss.” Boris meets me at the foot of the stairs.

He’s got a frown so fierce my walls immediately go up.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen to that girl?” He’d been tasked with taking Sarah home.

If something happened, it would hurt Amelia. And I don’t want anything ruining today.

“No. She’s fine.” There’s something weird about his tone when he says that, but he starts talking again before I can figure it out. “Christian Sendell is here.”

My muscles tighten.

“Why?”

“He’s in the living room. He wants to see Amelia. I told him to fuck off, but he wouldn’t go. Says he’s been trying to get a hold of her, and she won’t pick up. If he can’t see her, he’s going to call the cops.”

“That’s ballsy,” I grunt.

It’s not usually a good idea to tell men in my world that you’re going to report them to the authorities.

“I’ve had her phone. He hasn’t called once.” Anger simmers in my veins. “I’ll talk to him.”

He nods and heads off, leaving me to deal with the prick.

I find the asshole pacing across my living room. He’s jamming one hand through his hair and muttering to himself. Whatever mess he’s found himself in, it must be serious.

“Christian,” I announce myself and he freezes, turning slowly to me. “I thought I made it clear I don’t want you around my wife.”

“You can’t keep her locked up here like some prisoner,” he demands, gesturing wildly at me.

His eyes are bloodshot and his skin pale. There’s a jitter to his hand as he points it at me.

“She’s free to come and go as she pleases.” I take a step down into the living room. “Depending on how this goes, I’m not sure that can be said for you. What do you want?”

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